Quin nodded and shut the door.
When he turned, he was met with a scowling face, and a hand on a very appealing hip.
“You think you’re gonna need help getting this done, Big Guy?”
With that little quip, Vanessa had unknowingly taken a swing at the block of ice surrounding Quin’s heart.
6
Quin smiled and her sassiness.
“You should do that more often,” Vanessa suggested.
“Do what?”
“Smile.”
He huffed. Quin smiled—occasionally.
“Are you finished? With your drink?” he asked.
“I can be.”
He chortled. Banter wasn’t something that usually occurred in this room.
Vanessa nibbled on her lip. It was a habit of hers when she was trying to figure something out.
“Stop biting your lip.”
“I know, I know. It’s a socially awkward thing to do. I’m sure you’re used to refined women with refined manners. But, just so you know, I’m a little socially awkward myself and I bite my lip when I’m nervous and when I’m concentrating. Right now, I’m nervous as hell and trying to figure you out.”
Quin cocked his head at her deliberate honesty, unused to such openness from a stranger. Also, unused to someone not following his orders.
“I’m also rambling. Sorry. I just expected to get jumped the second I was in a room.”
“Is that what you want?” he questioned.
“Uh, not really.”
“Then tell me, Little Fawn,” Quin purred, walking closer, “what is it you want?”
His chest was right in front of her face. Vanessa could smell his immortality and it smelled so damned good.
“I have no idea,” she whispered.
“Fair enough. Come over here and we’ll get acquainted.”
He pivoted and moved to the loveseat by the window. Quin sat in sort of a slouching position and spread his legs, looking quite comfortable. His frame took up the entire couch.
Vanessa looked around, but the closest seat was over by the bar.
“Where should I sit?”
Quin patted his thigh and her adrenaline spiked. Shit. She wasn’t afraid to sit on his lap, she was afraid of what would happen after.
She ambled over to him, trying to appear more than confident. She tried to kick off her flip-flops and ended up tripping over her own feet—again—right into his lap.
Quin grunted as her elbow landed on his stomach. If she wasn’t immortal, he might force her to wear bubble wrap.
Vanessa’s face reddened. She shouldn’t have tried to strut.
Quin’s giant hands lifted Vanessa gently and situated her in his lap. She was sideways now, with her butt on one thigh and her legs draped across the other.
“Sorry, Big Guy.”
“Quin,” he said, releasing his persuasion. “Call me Quin.”
She gasped at the feel of warmth brushing across her skin. She’d heard what persuasion might feel like but had never experienced it. No wonder ladies raved about it.
Quin cupped the back of her head and brought her closer. Instead of taking her lips, like she thought he would, he nuzzled behind her ear, inhaling deeply.
Vanilla. She smelled like pure vanilla. He thought he might be able to get drunk off her scent alone. It wasn’t the spicy scent most succubi gave off.
“You smell amazing, Vanessa. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No. You smell good, too.”
He released her head, wanting to see her eyes.
“Why are you here, Vanessa?”
“Because you won. Duh.”
He should start keeping tally of her audacious remarks. Then he’d know how many times to spank her ass later.
“No, why are you doing this?”
“That’s not any of your business, remember? Amelia said we didn’t have to disclose anything to the members if we wanted it to remain private.”
His eyes narrowed. He wanted her to tell him. For some reason, it was important to him.
She fidgeted under his stare.
“Do I make you nervous, Vanessa?”
“Yes.”
“What would help? Seriously, stop biting your lip or I’ll bite it for you.”
Her lip popped free from her teeth and she pressed her lips together.
“Ah, Little Fawn, I can smell your arousal. You’re interested in my bite. And perhaps how I’m speaking to you?”
Vanessa nodded.
“Good. That will make things easier.”
Quin grabbed her hips and shifted her to be square on his lap, her back was now to his front. Slowly, he brought his hands up her sides and grasped her ribs, easing her backwards so her weight was on him.
She giggled, and his dick jerked, as though it was reaching for her. Quin’s entire body was strained, holding himself still.
“Sorry. That tickled,” she apologized.
“So noted.”
Vanessa could feel his erection under her ass and running up her lower back. His palms were now on her thighs, lifting them so they hung on the outside of his legs.
“What now, Big G—Quin?”
“Now we get to know one another. I want you to get used to my touch, Vanessa. It will make this easier for you.”
“Oh.”
He didn’t tell her that going slow with a succubus would make it easier for him, too. He wasn’t sure how he was going to react when he orgasmed, and she gave an extra pull on his vitality, taking it into her body as sustenance.
All immortals could feed from energy produced from intercourse. They absorbed it as it was expelled, as they inhaled the pheromones and soaked up the natural power in the air.
But succubi were different. They drew off their partners directly, like a vampire. It was much more intense. They needed it to live, like food.
Quin massaged her thighs and rubbed his face on the side of hers. Her breathing was picking up. He could hear her heartrate increase.
This untouched female was enjoying the contact, was allowing it though she barely knew him. Another crack in the block of ice appeared.
Vanessa hadn’t expected anyone to take the time to seduce her. She’d hoped for some foreplay, but this felt different.
Foreplay to her was oral sex or some digit manipulation. She had never enjoyed either, much to her family’s dismay.
That’s why she was here. Her mother and sisters had told her she was defective. All succubi loved sex. They needed it. It would become a question of survival if she didn’t figure it out soon.
She’d been getting energy by giving a random blow job here or there. But it wasn’t enough. She’d been getting weaker and weaker until, in a fit of desperation, she ended up here.
Quin’s hands pulled her out of her thoughts. They felt heavy and warm on her legs. He started inching up to her hips and she sighed.
“What would you like to do first, Vanessa?”
“You mean next?” she teased.
Quin pulled her hair out of the way and licked her neck. Vanessa shifted her hips, which was a dangerous thing to do to him just yet.
“Hold still, or I’ll fast forward a few steps.”
“Okay. Fast forward away.”
He tilted her chin to face him.
“What do you mean okay? You want to hop right to it?”
“Well, no, but I … shit. I don’t want to explain, okay? I just need this to happen soon.”
“Why?” he shook his head.
He was willing to go slow with her. Hell, he was fighting himself in order to give her what she needed. Did she not want slow?
Vanessa didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between them.
Then he heard a sound and Quin knew why she was here.
Her stomach rumbled.
7
“You’re fucking hungry?!” he shouted.
Vanessa clamored off his lap and folded her arms protectively around her abdomen.
“Why are you yelling at me? It’s not like I want to starve to death. I’m here to take care of it, alright?”
She was mortified. She’d wanted to hide it, thought she could hide it.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to now. But could you just, please gift me to someone? It’s in the contract. If I agree you can allow someone else to have me.”
She was now shaking, and her eyes were burning.
Gift her? So. Not. Going. To. Happen. Vanessa was his. He’d never let another take what was his. He owned her first time and he would have it.
But gods, she was tearing him up inside.
She needed to be fed first. If she’d never fed from vaginal intercourse, she wouldn’t be prepared for how potent it could be. If she was starving, she could get carried away and Quin would not react well.
He stepped forward and she stepped back.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Vanessa. Come here.”
She trusted his words. He was bound by Amelia’s magic, so he wouldn’t be able to harm her.
She took one step and he swooped her up in his arms, holding her tight.
“If you were near sex, would it be enough to sustain you for a bit? Until I thought your body was ready for what I wanted?”
Please say yes. He really didn’t want anyone else to touch her right now, or for her to touch another.
“I think so,” she answered.
“Will you give me permission to invite someone else?”
“You want me to watch you fuck someone else?” she responded incredulously. Although, the idea did have some appeal.
“No. I’ll invite two others. We can be close to them and you can absorb some of their energies. Then I’ll send them away.”
“Okay,” she eagerly agreed, thankful he was being so considerate.
“Thank you,” he said, right before he kissed her forehead.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
He’d specifically invited two employees he knew could get off fast, Jessica and Blake. They took instruction well and would do exactly what he said without complaint.
“Drop the robes,” he ordered as they entered the room.
“Where do you want them, Vanessa?”
“Bed, I guess?”
“No, the bed is for us tonight.”
He didn’t want another man’s come on the bed? Aw, that’s sort of sweet, she thought.
“You pick,” she suggested.
“Very well. Jessica, lie down here. Blake on top.”
“Wait,” Vanessa interrupted. “Don’t they get some warm-up time or something?”
“Warm-up time?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You want them to have foreplay, do you?”
“It seems like they should, you know. I heard it helps.”
Warmth settled in his chest as she endeared herself further. Vanessa was a sweetheart. He couldn’t deny her.
“You’re right, Little Fawn. Let’s all move to the loveseat area. Blake, bring the black chair over here.”
Quin sat down on the loveseat while a very naked Blake carried the chair and sat it in front of the small couch.
“Vanessa, come sit with me like you were before.”
Oh, shit. They were going to watch a sex scene while she was on his lap. Her stomach tightened, but she went to him anyway.
“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “Trust me, Vanessa. If it gets to be too much, close your eyes and just feel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl.”
Her body heated with his complement.
“Blake and Jessica, I’m not going to direct you. My attention will be on Vanessa. She has kindly requested you be able to prepare one another for vaginal penetration. I expect you to be thorough about it. I also expect this scene to end in the next fifteen minutes. Sound good?”
“Anything you say, Mr. Marcellus,” Jessica answered.
Blake winked at Vanessa and she blushed, averting her eyes.
“Watch them, Vanessa,” Quin said, using his power.
She squirmed, relishing the feel of his words against her skin. As soon as Blake pulled Jessica in for a kiss, Quin started massaging Vanessa’s thighs and kissing her neck.
Jessica broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. With a one hand, she fisted Blake’s cock and licked the crown. He hummed in appreciation once Jessica slid it past her lips.
Quin’s hands drifted to Vanessa’s stomach, slipping under the fabric of her tank top. He rubbed small circles against her abs with his thumbs and nipped at her earlobe.
She was getting wet again. His hand inched higher, but she wanted it lower. Much lower.
Quin slid his right hand under Vanessa’s bra. He kneaded and plumped her large breast, letting the fingertips on his other hand brush across the skin just above her waistband.
He kept his touch soft and unhurried, following the sensual movements of Jessica’s mouth gliding up and down Blake’s flesh. Vanessa rolled her body in a slow, sensual dance in time with his hands.
Blake grunted, holding his hips forward while pulling Jessica’s head closer. He was coming down her throat.
Vanessa panted, sucking in the pheromones and energies Blake was releasing. It was delicious. To watch. To taste. She now understood the draw of voyeurism.
“Get in the chair,” Blake said to Jessica.
The blonde sat in the black chair. Blake knelt in front of her and reached down to the front, pulling out two panels that made the chair look like it had extra-long armrests.
Jessica put her legs up on the panels. She was spread wide, giving Blake easy access.
Adhering to Vanessa’s wishes, Blake kissed Jessica again. He pinched her nipples and Jessica moaned.
Vanessa arched into Quin’s hand.
His mouth, at her ear, whispered, “Do you want what Jessica is getting?”
“Yes.”
Quin rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, pulled on it, then went back to rolling it.
Blake’s mouth was now devouring the tip of Jessica’s breast. He had two fingers inside her and the pad of his thumb was pressed on her nub.
“I’m close, Blake,” Jessica exhaled.
A storm was building inside Vanessa. Her pulse was rising. She’d never felt so salacious.
Vanessa put her hand on top of Quin’s, the one on her stomach, and she pushed it lower, over the top of her pants.
Quin cupped Vanessa, letting her guide his motions. He’d never given anyone control before, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her pleasure was his. His little virgin wanted his hand on her mound, so she would have it.
He pressed hard enough to feel the heat radiating through her thin pants. She undulated against his hand, subsequently rubbing her ass on his cock.
“Yes!” Jessica started chanting as she hit her peak.
Vanessa closed her eyes, letting Jessica’s vitality fuel her aching body.
Quin lifted his hips, grinding himself against Vanessa. He simultaneously pushed his palm up and down the apex of her thighs.
Something was coiled tightly in Vanessa’s core. It was a slow-building force, gaining size with every touch.
She opened her eyes and saw Jessica on her knees, her chest on the chair. Blake was plunging into her furiously. The sounds of their skin slapping and Jessica’s heavy breathing filled the room.
Vanessa pressed Quin’s hand down harder, needing more friction.
Quin was worried she was going to hurt herself, but he did love her fervor. His Little Fawn wanted to get off, but she didn’t know how.
He wouldn’t allow it until Blake and Jessica left. He hadn’t anticipated her wanting it with an audience.
“Finish Blake,” Quin directed.
Ever the professional, Jessica reached down between her legs for Blake’s testicles to help him along. It was enough to push him over the edge. His face scrunched, and he expelled inside Jessica’s pussy.
Vanessa fed off the pair, trying like hell to get the Big Guy to do something to help her along. He was so strong, she couldn’t even move his fingers.
“Damnit, Quin,” she barked, feeling his chest shake behind her. Fucker was laughing. This wasn’t funny.
8
Vanessa was frustrated. She’d never been turned on before, not like this.
“Patience Vanessa. I promise I’ll take care of you once they leave.”
“Please, Quin,” she whined.
“Blake and Jessica, that will be all. Thank you both.”
Quin continued his slow assault on Vanessa’s senses, waiting for their guests to exit.
Once the door clicked, he slid a hand inside her yoga pants and pulled her panties to the side.
“Yes?” he asked permission, something he’d never had to do in this room.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pressed his lips shut, trying not to smile again. He hadn’t been this entertained in centuries.
Quin stroked up her folds, feeling her cream spread under his touch. He couldn’t wait to taste it. First, she would come for him.
The hand on her breast tightened, using more pressure than before. He sucked and licked behind her ear, up and down the skin on her neck.
He nudged his middle finger between her pussy lips. Not enough to breach her opening, just enough to make her want more.
Quin used his palm to apply pressure to her clit. He rotated in circles as his finger tenderly played with her center.
Vanessa’s body was quivering. The swirling vortex inside her was about to release. Though she’d never felt an orgasm before, she knew it couldn’t be anything else.
“I—I think I’m close,” she huffed, struggling to keep her breath.
“Let go, Vanessa,” his compulsion urged, as it slithered across her skin, leaving a blazing trail in its wake.
Quin bit her neck and she exploded into a thousand pieces, coming apart in his hands. He pushed his long finger deeper, penetrating her heat, reveling in the feel as she pulsed around it.
Vanessa screamed, losing control of her entire person. She knew his hand was deeper than any had ever been before. He could do anything to her right now and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. And she didn’t care.
Quin withdrew his finger, careful not to be too abrupt. He hugged her around her waist, listening to her blood slow.
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