Quin: A Shadow, Inc. Novella

by Cass Alexander

  “You wanted me to stay in Charleston?”

  Did she dare to hope?

  “I was going to ask you to move in with me. To be with me always. I’m in love with you, Vanessa. And it scares the shit out of me.”

  More tears fell.

  “I love you, too,” she said. “I’m yours if you still want me.”

  He flexed his erection and her pussy clamped down.

  “Of course, I still want you.”

  Vanessa beamed, and his heart officially became hers. She kissed him tenderly.

  “Should I start packing?”

  “No. I haven’t seen you in ten days. We have some lost time to make up for. Plus, I owe you an orgasm. Or twenty.”

  She really like the sound of that.

  “Well, then, you best be getting to it, Big Guy.”

  Quin smirked and sat her on her feet. She protested at the loss of him inside her, but he promised, if she was patient, she’d be rewarded.

  Liking the sound of that, she pressed her lips closed and Quin dropped to his knees.

  What he didn’t tell her, was, once they returned home, she’d be punished. He would teach her to never run away from him again.

  “Okay,” she sighed.

  It was hard to refuse Quin when his face was buried in her crotch.

  Epilogue

  Quin grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted more onto his swollen cock, stroking it as he looked down at his beautiful Little Fawn.

  Vanessa was currently face down on their bed. Her arms restrained, secured to the headboard with soft cuffs he’d had installed while they were in Miami.

  Her ass was up in the air, legs spread wide. He’d just filled her pussy with his come, not allowing her to climax.

  She whined in frustration, but he promised it would be better if she was desperate for release.

  This was their first night in their Charleston home, and he was determined to have her in every way. He was also determined to make her very agreeable to his demands.

  Quin squirted some of the lube onto the top of the crevice between her cheeks. She jolted, and he smacked her ass.

  “Don’t move, Vanessa.”

  She snorted, and he spanked her again. He loved her honest reactions, but he was going to fuck her tiny hole tonight and he didn’t want it to hurt.

  “Whose ass is this, Vanessa?”

  “It’s yours, Big Guy.”

  “Quin. Stop calling me Big Guy in bed.”

  “Ten-four.”

  “Damnit, Vanessa,” Quin laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was too adorable.

  “Sorry, Quin. I’ll be serious now. Seriously.”

  He was glad she couldn’t see his face, which was fighting a smile, while he shook his head.

  Quin smeared the lube down and around her tight bud, pushing his thumb in and out about half an inch to get some of the lube inside.

  Vanessa groaned. The bastard hadn’t let her come earlier and she wanted to so badly.

  She’d been able to take two fingers their second night together. In Miami, he’d tried a variety of plugs. All of them had felt wonderful.

  She’d tried to get him to go ahead with what he wanted, but he insisted on preparing her.

  Quin was an anal sweetheart. She laughed inside her head, not wanting another spanking. She’d ruined the moment enough as it was.

  Vanessa closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feeling of her lover’s hands.

  The longer he touched her, the more excited she became. She rocked slightly, knowing he wouldn’t want her to move, but unable to prevent it.

  “My Little Fawn likes this, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes.”

  Quin knelt behind her and put the blunt head of his cock at her back entrance.

  “Breath out while you push back.”

  Vanessa exhaled and pushed out towards the heat behind her. His head effortlessly slipped inside. She knew it would.

  Quin pushed further in, then paused, allowing her to adjust to his size.

  “Ah, love, you’re so fucking tight. Are you ready for more?”

  “Please. It feels amazing.”

  His fingers dug into her hips, pleased with her response. His hips propelled forward, and he found a steady rhythm.

  Quin leaned forward. One hand wound around her to find her clit. He didn’t tease as he’d intended. She was too worked up.

  “Tell me you love me, Vanessa.”

  “I fucking love you, Quin.”

  He bit her trapezoid, then licked overtop of the mark. She whimpered.

  Quin’s heart was full. She was perfect. She was the other half of his soul. He’d bind her to him for eternity.

  “Marry me,” he suddenly demanded.

  “What?” she whispered.

  “Say it. Say you’ll marry me.”

  He hadn’t really planned on proposing like this. It wasn’t the most romantic way to do it, but fuck it. He wanted an answer.

  “Vanessa,” he snarled, frantic for her to say she would.

  He pressed hard into her clit with his fingertip and slammed his cock all the way in, retreating then doing it again.

  “Yes!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, finally coming after his cock after hours of torture.

  “Yesyesyesyesyes,” she recited into the pillow.

  Her words did him in. He spilled his seed inside her virgin ass, feeling her contractions draw it out of him.

  When they both were spent, he pulled out and flipped her over, kissing the shit out of her.

  Vanessa giggled at his playful enthusiasm.

  “You said yes. You can’t take it back.”

  “Never,” she said, feeling abruptly serious. “I’ll never take it back. I love you. I’m yours.”

  Quin smiled.

  “But your timing could use some work.”

  He laughed.

  “Balls deep in your ass not all that romantic, eh?”

  “No, I meant you didn’t hold out very long. Got a little excited in there, did ya?”

  Vanessa barely got out the words because she was laughing so hard at her own joke.

  Quin’s face blanked for a second. Realizing she was making fun of him, he ruthlessly tickled her, and she screeched like a hyena.

  Perfect. She was fucking perfect.

  He’d give her a better proposal this weekend.

  * * *

  Aphrodite rolled her eyes. Though pleased with the match she’d made, she’d never understand the lure of this sassy girl’s ridiculous jokes.

  But the Fates had assured her it was what super-serious Quin needed, so she’d rolled with it. He did look happy, which was all she wanted.

  She disappeared, off to help the next little bugger. This one was going to be trouble, she just knew it.

  Note from the Author

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  Excerpt from Eriq, Book 3 of the Shadow, Inc. Series

>   Chapter 1

  “Tell me you’ve done this before, Sofia.”

  She withdrew her tongue from the salty skin of Eriq’s neck, wondering why he’d ask such a question. Most virgins didn’t give it up the first time against stone walls, outdoors, in the middle of the night.

  Eriq currently had her pinned with his large frame, her skirt shoved up to her waist, and her legs wrapped around his hips. Her panties had been obliterated earlier when he’d decided she needed to come on his face first.

  He’d been right. It was the best oral she’d ever received.

  “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Hot air from his mouth puffed across her cheek. Sofia reached for his lips with her own, but he turned away.

  “I meant with no-strings. Just one night. Have you … is this okay?”

  Sofia rolled her eyes at the assumption she needed a commitment in order to fuck him. How patronizing; how very godsdamned medieval and sexist. Did he know what century it was?

  She knew he was here in Barbados on vacation, staying at the luxury resort her father owned and operated. Did Eriq think she believed one night between her legs would mean something to her? Aside from feeding her physical desires?

  Eriq rolled his hips into her center, but Sofia’s annoyance with him had already killed the mood.

  “Put me down, please.”

  Feeling the sudden change in her demeanor, Eriq slowly let Sofia’s body slide down his. It was torture. He wanted inside her, very badly.

  He’d wanted her since the moment he first laid eyes on her, dressed in her professional uniform, greeting guests as they arrived. When he’d caught her eye, she’d licked her lips and looked him up and down.

  Her white-blonde hair had been perfectly pinned, not a hair out of place, in total contrast to her mischievous dark-blue eyes. There was a fire raging underneath her perfect appearance; and Eriq wanted to stoke it.

  Eriq thought she was an employee and knew he’d seduce her into his bed during his visit. That is, until he saw her with her father, Andrei.

  Andrei was a powerful daemon and had the respect of most of the immortal world. He’d fought hard to shed the negative image of the nature of daemons as sleazy sycophants.

  He knew Andrei’s only daughter was a source of pride for him. Upon closer inspection, Sofia’s clothing, her mannerisms, and her words all screamed “good girl.”

  She may have been in need of a good … stoking, but Eriq backed off, fulfilling his needs with other guests.

  A few days of fun in the sun and he still couldn’t get Sofia off his mind. So, on his last night here, he’d sought her out.

  One stroll on the beach and he’d broken. Her smell, her taste, the way she encouraged him, he’d been seconds away from lowering his zipper and plunging into her heat.

  He should have kept his big mouth shut, but she looked so innocent in her ponytail and fifties-style dress, he wanted to be sure she was comfortable with what they were doing.

  Now she just looked pissed. The corner of his mouth quirked up, but he tamped it down, not wanting to insult her further.

  “Everything okay, Koshenya?” Kitten.

  He’d taken to thinking of her as his little blonde kitten. Eriq would need to throw himself into his job at Club Shadow to scrub Sofia from his soul. He barely knew her and was already becoming possessive.

  “This was a mistake, Eriq. Thank you for a lovely walk. I’ll see myself inside.”

  She turned on her heel and marched to the stairs.

  “Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm.

  She looked at his hand with disdain and he let go. Damn. Why did he even care? He was leaving tomorrow. She wasn’t the sort of girl he usually spent time with anyway. Eriq should just let it go.

  “I’m sorry, Sofia. I was only trying to make sure you were cool with what I wanted from you. I didn’t want to offend you.”

  She snorted. “I’d think allowing your tongue and fingers inside me had clued you in. But you’re sweet to be concerned. It was nice meeting you, Eriq. If you’ll excuse me, I’m supposed to be meeting someone shortly.”

  Sofia continued up the stairs, leaving behind a confused Eriq. He was dumbfounded. She’d walked away from him. Easily. No female had ever walked away, not unless he’d ordered it.

  Maybe he was a little too used to being the House Dom at a sex club. He got off on being in charge—it was his job. And he was damned good at his job.

  He stood motionless for minutes, wondering where he’d gone wrong. No, it must not have been him. He had acted gentlemanly. Sort of.

  Sofia was inexperienced. That had to be it.

  Thinking he’d dodged a bullet, he went up to his room and poured himself a drink. It was the middle of the night, so finding another companion was out.

  A flicker of something rolled across his brain. Had Sofia said she was meeting someone? This late? Surely not.

  Eriq stepped onto the balcony. Leaning his elbows on the railing, he sipped at his drink, enjoying the view of the moon’s light reflecting off the water.

  “Shhh, we have to be quiet,” someone whispered from below.

  Eriq tilted his head, listening.

  Clothing rustled, lips smacked, chests panted, then moaned. His already hard cock pulsed, wanting what it had been denied.

  He smiled. Someone down near the pool was getting lucky. Eriq pressed his palm over his crotch, debating if he should take care of himself now.

  The female below whimpered. He recognized the sound. It was the sound Sofia made when she came all over his fingers and tongue.

  Someone was touching his Koshenya.

  Eriq saw red. Before he could stop himself, he teleported to the pool.

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  Eriq, Book 3 of the Shadow, Inc. Series.