Quin: A Shadow, Inc. Novella

by Cass Alexander

  “Holy shit,” she exhaled. “No wonder immortals fuck like rabbits. I had no idea.”

  His chest shook again, but this time it didn’t piss her off. She felt amazing. Plus, she sort of liked making him laugh.

  Vanessa raised her arms, reaching behind her head so she could get her fingers into his hair. She lightly scratched his scalp.

  Quin closed his eyes and exhaled into Vanessa’s hair. She was tending to him, when she was the one who needed aftercare.

  Some of his body’s tautness lessened as he basked in her attentions. No female had rubbed his head since he was a child.

  “Vanessa?”

  “Yeah?”

  “How old are you?”

  “I just turned twenty-six.”

  Her answer made his heart hurt. She’d been unable to fulfill her needs for a year, having hit full immortality at the age of 25. Succubi could live on food alone until then.

  Vanessa had been going hungry for far too long. If she hadn’t been having sex, she must have fed on semen orally. Semen was the best source of vitality for a female succubus.

  “I would like to feed you. If you’ll allow it.”

  Vanessa dropped her arms and twisted so she could see him.

  “How?” she asked.

  “However you prefer. Take from me what you want.”

  Gods. She thought he was too good to be true.

  “I feel like we’re doing this all backwards. Aren’t you supposed to be taking what you want from me?”

  He cupped her cheek and brought her lips to meet his, languidly kissing, exploring the cavern of her mouth. He controlled. He took. He possessed.

  And when he pulled away, she whimpered, feeling like she’d lost something precious and necessary. She wanted it back.

  Wetting her lips, Vanessa slowly opened her eyes.

  “Wow,” she sighed. His kiss was a drug.

  Quin smirked, and another chunk of ice fell away.

  “There. I took what I wanted. Your turn.”

  Vanessa slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs. Biting her lip, she commenced with unbuttoning his shirt.

  She took her time, pretending she was unwrapping a present. Quin helped her out by undoing his cuffs.

  Her nose crinkled when she found more material underneath. He was wearing a ribbed tank under the dress shirt.

  “Something wrong, Vanessa?”

  “I wanted to see your muscles.”

  Quin grabbed the thin garment and ripped it open. Vanessa’s mouth formed an ‘o’, her eyes raking over his enormous pecs currently supported by a well-defined six-pack.

  Most immortals were built well. This immortal was a fucking tank. Her shaky hand reached out and traced the line down the center of his abdomen.

  “Damn, Quin. You’re big. Even for an immortal.”

  “Does that bother you?” he inquired, worried she was intimidated.

  She met his gaze, flashing a grin and shaking her head.

  “No. Not at all. In fact, I think it means I’m the luckiest female here tonight.”

  “Ah, Vanessa. You’re …” he paused, running a strand of her red hair between his fingers, regretting he’d allowed the actions of another to dictate his choices.

  “I’m what?”

  “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

  Her skin flushed. No one in her life had ever complemented her. Her family constantly put her down. They’d convinced her she was broken. Defective.

  She’d been told she didn’t act like the succubi, who were graceful and sensual. Vanessa was clumsy and awkward, constantly getting into trouble with her blunt honesty.

  Succubi used their feminine wiles to lure men to their beds. Vanessa, until tonight, had no interest in men.

  No other succubi in existence had shied away from intercourse. She was the first—and she’d been ostracized for it.

  Now, here was this male, who barely knew a thing about her, who had paid to have her, making sure she was getting what she needed, that she could feed in a manner with which she was comfortable—all in an effort to make this easier on her.

  If she continued to make eye contact, she would cry. So, of course, she focused on getting his pants undone instead.

  9

  “Let me help you,” he offered, seeing she was struggling with his slacks.

  Vanessa scooted back, giving Quin room to stand. While kneeling at his feet, she got the strip show of a lifetime. It was faster than she would have liked, but it was enough to give her a memory to last forever.

  After removing his shoes and socks, Quin flung his shirt and tattered tank across the room. He removed his belt, then undid his pants.

  Tonight, he’d gone commando.

  As the zipper lowered, Vanessa held her breath. Quin pushed his slacks down over his hips, and his cock leapt free of its confinement.

  Vanessa had been right about what lived in his trousers. But he was a giant everywhere. He deserved to have a colossal appendage to match.

  Quin sat, wondering what his Little Fawn would do. She eyed his crotch warily, but only for second.

  “I bet you’re a big hit around here,” she joked, crawling closer.

  He wanted to laugh. How could she keep him hard as steel while also being so fucking adorable and funny?

  Her stomach growled again. Damnit. Quin tilted the head towards her face.

  “Take what you need, Vanessa.”

  Vanessa used both hands to grasp him. She laved the bulbous head before sucking it into her mouth.

  Gods, Quin had to concentrate on not shooting down her throat too soon. Her tongue swirled and dipped, while she worked this length with her small hands.

  His balls were tight. They had been since he’d sat her on his lap, ready to blow at her command.

  Vanessa’s teeth bit into the crown and he winced, expecting pain. It never came. She was working him, toying with him, getting him flustered.

  “Your mouth is heaven, Little Fawn. You’re going to make me come. Are you ready?”

  Vanessa hummed, the vibrations bouncing off his hardened flesh, heightening the sensation. She let go with one hand and cupped his sack.

  “Pull on them, Vanessa. Pull on them and I’ll give you what you need.”

  Vanessa pulled, and Quin instantly ejaculated into her mouth, flooding it with his semen, with his vitality.

  While he cursed and thrusted his hips, Vanessa gulped his essence down greedily.

  Nothing had ever tasted so good. Its effect on her was almost instantaneous. It had been so long since she remembered what it was to not be hungry.

  There was so much lifeforce radiating from him, she probably wouldn’t have to feed for weeks.

  Quin’s fear of freaking out at the feel of the succubus draw had been unwarranted. No, not true. It was just unwarranted with his Little Fawn. She had him spellbound and he was in awe.

  His trembling hand reached for her face, brushing her hair away.

  “Perfect,” he whispered, bringing a blush to her cheeks.

  Something snapped inside of Quin. Something cold and hard in his chest fractured and fell away.

  He’d been restraining himself for too long, controlling his every action for too long. For a century he hadn’t been okay.

  It was Vanessa. It was everything about her. She had gotten to him.

  He needed her. Right now.

  Quin bent, picking her up and carrying her to the bed where he laid her down. He yanked down her pants, growling at the tiny polka dot panties blocking the view of what was his.

  Vanessa’s gentle giant was on a mission. While he tore her underwear from her body, she whipped off her tank and bra.

  “Spread your legs, Vanessa,” he demanded, pushing his full compulsion onto her.

  A thousand scorching fingers danced along her body, intensifying her feverish need.

  “Oh, you are sooo good at that,” she praised.

  “Just wait, Little Fawn.”

  Quin crawled ove
r top of her body, pushing his thumb between her silky petals. She was soaked.

  “You’re wet for me, Vanessa. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock inside your pretty pussy.”

  He fisted his throbbing member, sliding the head along her cleft, coating it with juices leaking from her sex.

  He should take time to bring her to the brink with his mouth, but his patience wouldn’t allow it.

  “I want you, Quin,” she spoke quietly.

  His eyes flew to hers. Her luminous, multi-colored irises disappeared as her pupils dilated, more evidence of her excitement.

  Him. She’d said she wanted him. Not his cock. The way she’d said it, he wanted to believe it, wanted there to be feeling behind it. He wished it to be true.

  But honeyed words murmured in bed were fleeting. Sometimes they were lies. Josette had taught him that.

  No, he would not let that whore into this moment. Vanessa deserved better.

  Quin parted her folds and pushed into her opening. Vanessa reached for him, silently asking him to give her his weight.

  Vanessa’s hands roamed his back. She wanted to touch him everywhere, pressing and massaging.

  Her hands were enchanted, soothing the damaged beast inside. Quin let the bulk of his heaviness rest in his hips, not allowing his torso to crush her.

  Their lips fused as he took her with abandon. Not once did she still her movement or cry in out in pain.

  Her cries were in ecstasy, her motions as frenzied as his. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right. So perfect.

  Quin decided he’d gladly spend the rest of his days wrapped up in her tight sheath.

  “Quin,” she breathed into his mouth. Over and over, his name left her lips, a quiet benediction asking for him to fill her. To feed her very soul.

  The thought of her drawing off his seed made him groan. Quin angled his hips, ensuring his pelvis was putting enough compression on her tiny knot of nerves.

  His strong arms crossed behind her back, holding her to him, needing her to be as close as possible. He inhaled her breath, yearning to pull something of her inside his body. Her energy wasn’t enough.

  Quin wanted connection. It was like his soul was reaching for hers, trying to find a way to touch.

  “Oh, Quin. I’m so close.”

  Her raspy voice encouraged him. He drove into her wetness vigorously. Vanessa’s fingernails dug into the skin of his lower back, holding on as he pushed them towards the cliff.

  They crested at the same time, staring into one another’s eyes. Breathless and gasping they rode the swells of rapture, their bodies vibrating, as each fed off the other.

  Then came the extra drag on his lifeforce as Vanessa consumed what he so readily gave, and Quin knew he’d found nirvana.

  She extracted it leisurely, careful to only remove what would satisfy her. It didn’t take much. He must be the most potent immortal in existence.

  Vanessa hadn’t expected it to be so instinctual. Her core did all the work and loosened its hold with just a thought.

  She also hadn’t expected to become so attached to the stranger who bought her virginity, to feel such a strong connection to him.

  Quin had taken great care with her, had ensured she had whatever she needed. He’d obviously been upset when he found out she was hungry. He’d touched her heart with his tender consideration for her well-being.

  How was she going to walk out of this suite now, away from the only immortal to ever show her compassion?

  10

  Completely spent, Quin withdrew and rolled to his side, using his elbow to remain slightly above Vanessa. He kept his opposite arm draped across her midsection, needing to touch her in some way.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  Vanessa smiled at his concern. Of course, the Big Guy would ask if she was okay. He’d been nothing but a gentleman.

  Well, if one could consider purchasing a virgin at an auction and watching others fuck in front of said virgin while you rubbed her tits gentlemanly behavior. She giggled. It was all very sordid, but she’d gotten off on it. She wasn’t defective after all.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I just … I’m okay. I feel phenomenal, in fact.”

  Vanessa rolled to her side and mimicked his pose.

  “Thank you. It was more than I could have hoped for. I am grateful to you, Quin. You have no idea how grateful.”

  Quin cleared his throat, feeling it constrict with her declaration. He was thankful to her, as well. She’d freed him from his self-imposed prison.

  He didn’t tell her, though. He wasn’t interested in bringing up Josette. Not when he had Vanessa naked in his bed.

  “So, uh, should I get dressed and go? I don’t really know the protocol for how to make a graceful exit after shaking the sheets.”

  She was guileless. So honest it was staggering.

  Quin was ancient and he’d yet to find an immortal, much less a succubus, who was so candid. His entire life had been filled with females who pranced and preened, who charmed and tempted, or, like here at the club, followed his every command.

  He was tired of it. Quin had found something special tonight, and he was going to hang on to it for more than a couple of hours.

  “Do you have to leave so soon?”

  Vanessa shook her head. “I have no place to be. I rented a house over on the Isle of Palms, thinking I’d stay through Sunday before heading home.”

  “Then stay with me. We’ll spend the weekend together.”

  She frowned at the unexpected invitation.

  “Unless, of course, you don’t want to,” he back peddled, feeling the sting of rejection from her less than enthusiastic facial expression.

  “I’m not saying no. I’m surprised, is all,” she interrupted. “I hadn’t planned for anything more than this one … incident.”

  She grimaced at her wording.

  Quin hadn’t planned for anything more, either. But he sure as fuck wouldn’t call what happened between them and incident.

  “Incident?”

  “Yeah, I’m not very articulate. My bad.”

  He chuckled. Vanessa was the only female he’d ever been with who brought laughter into his bed. Is this what is was like for Tarq and Lily? More than just screwing?

  Quin was insanely attracted to Vanessa’s candor and self-deprecation. It added to what she was on the outside.

  “Well, if that’s the only word you can come up with,” he said, running his thumb over the peak of her nipple, “maybe I need to get back to work and try harder to impress you. Maybe get from incident to absolute best moment of your entire life?”

  Vanessa’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t think it could possibly be any better. But who was she to not give him a shot?

  Smirking, she rolled to her back and made an X with her body.

  “Okay, Big Guy. Try your best.”

  Oh, the brash little vixen. This one he wouldn’t let go.

  Quin rolled on top of her, tickling her ribs as she cackled and thrashed at his attack. He didn’t seem the type who was playful. She pretended it was because she was special.

  She’d live this fantasy for as long as she could before she walked away. It was more than she would ever get outside of these walls.

  His tickling turned into caressing as he moved lower and nestled between her breasts, scraping his stubble on her along the way.

  “Oh, Little Fawn. I’ve been keeping track of your insolent and sarcastic remarks.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  He pulled her entire areola into his mouth and sucked. Vanessa gasped. Her nipple came free from his lips, making a popping sound.

  “Because nobody speaks to me like you do. I don’t allow it. At first, I wanted to punish you.”

  He slid lower, suctioning arduously here and there, making little bruises, marking her.

  “And now?” she asked, trying to concentrate on his words.

  “I still want to punish you. Just not i
n the way you think.”

  Her head lifted to look at him.

  “You’re serious?”

  He nodded, holding her gaze.

  “I thought you were trying to impress me.”

  Quin’s nose pressed into her folds, inhaling deeply. His tongue traced the creases of her outer lips. He shouldn’t have waited so long to put his mouth on her.

  “I’ll impress you now. Your punishment will come later.”

  His head descended again, this time pulling on her clit, stealing any words she was about to say right out of her mouth.

  Quin, using his thumb and index finger, grasped her labia and gently twisted back and forth, like he was turning a key. It was just shy of painful. He continued his suction on her nub, relentless with his command of her pleasure.

  With his other thumb, he applied pressure to the sensitive hole below between her ass cheeks. When she stiffened, he gently massaged, coaxing her body to give him what he wanted.

  The added activity at Vanessa’s back door set her off, bombarding her with sensations so intense her body tried to skyrocket off the bed.

  Incoherent sounds flew out of her throat. She clenched and spasmed, wanting him to stop, praying he wouldn’t.

  Eventually her wits returned, and she realized Quin was extracting an entire finger from her dark hole. He truly was a sex god.

  “Alright,” she puffed, “I’m impressed.”

  Quin moved further up the bed, nestling his hips between her thighs, adjusting himself to align where he most wanted to be.

  “Taste yourself, Vanessa,” he murmured against her lips, delving into a deep kiss as he sank his cock into her wet heat.

  “Stay with me,” he repeated his earlier request, this time with his power behind it.

  Vanessa lightly grazed the sides of his face with her fingernails, then palmed his cheeks, gauging his emotions. He was serious. He wanted her to stay.

  Unable to speak, she nodded.

  At her agreement, the most incredible feeling of elation filled Quin’s damaged heart. As did something far more dangerous.

  Hope.

  11

  Their few days together sped by faster than Quin could stand. He called in to work, saying he wouldn’t be in until Monday.