Claiming Quinn (Other World Series Book Five)

by Ramona Gray

  “You did a good job on the shelves in the trading store today,” Quinn said as Silas joined her in her bedroom. He had just finished bathing and hadn’t bothered to get dressed. She stared at his naked body and tried valiantly not to drool.

  “Didn’t think you had noticed,” he grunted. He was grumpy and quiet when Fionn brought him to her home after dinner. When Quinn suggested he bathe, he heated the water in silence and didn’t ask her to join him in the tub.

  She sighed. “Tell me what’s wrong, danen.”

  “Silas,” he said. “I have a name, okay?”

  “Tell me what’s wrong, Silas.”

  “You mean besides the fact that you were kind of a dick to me earlier?”

  She stood and walked to where he was standing in the middle of the bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. “Da – Silas, I cannot show you any affection in public.”

  “I get that but what about common courtesy?”

  She tugged on his arms until he dropped them and then pressed a soft kiss against his chest. “It’s better if the others think I dislike you.”

  She sucked on one flat nipple and he inhaled sharply as he cupped the back of her head. She had unbraided her hair and he threaded his fingers through the long dark strands as she licked his collarbone. “I will not be nice to you in public, Silas, nor will I apologize for my actions. It’s the way it has to be. I am, however, willing to make it up to you now.”

  “What did you have in mind?” He asked.

  She smiled at him. “Whatever you want.”

  An unmistakeable look of lust flickered across his face. “Take off your shirt.”

  She immediately swept her nightshirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was naked beneath it. Silas gave her a long appreciative look that made her nerve endings tingle.

  He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it between her lips. She sucked at his thumb as his left hand cupped her breast and he rubbed her hard nipple.

  “On your knees,” he said as he pulled his thumb free of her mouth.

  She knelt on the floor in front of him. His cock had hardened and he stroked it with one large hand as his other curled into her hair.

  “Hands on your thighs, Quinn. If you move them, I’ll spank you. Understand?” Silas said.

  She nodded as a hard rush of excitement went through her. The thought of being spanked by Silas drenched her pussy. She pressed her legs together and ignored the brief flare of pain in her back.

  “Quinn,” Silas said softly.

  She quickly placed her hands on her thighs and stared up at him. He cupped the back of her skull and drew her toward him. He traced her lips with the head of his cock. “Suck.”

  She took his cock into her mouth with eager abandonment. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue against the sensitive ridge as he moaned loudly.

  “That’s right, honey. Keep sucking,” he groaned as he pushed her hair out of her face. He gripped it tightly before curving his hand under her chin. “Keep your mouth wide open, honey.”

  He held her head in a firm grip and pumped his hips back and forth. She kept her hands on her thighs and her eyes on his face as he forced her to take more of his cock with every thrust.

  “Wider,” he said. “You can take more of my cock in your hot little mouth, Quinn.”

  She opened wider for him, her eyes watering as he pushed his hard length down her throat.

  “Fuck!” He whispered before retreating and pushing again.

  She sucked firmly, swirling his tongue around his thick shaft as he pushed in and out. She gulped in air when he retreated and sucked with renewed vigor when he returned. His hand tightened in her hair and the slightly salty taste of his precum coated the back of her throat.

  He muttered another curse and pulled out of her mouth. He wiped away the saliva and the precum coating her mouth before yanking her to her feet. He hurried her over to the bed and she balked at the side of it.

  “Silas, my back.”

  “I know,” he grunted. “Get on your hands and knees, Quinn.”

  She dropped to her hands and knees, gasping when Silas shoved her thighs apart and clamped his hands around her hips. He dragged her back to the edge of the bed and pushed again at her thighs until she was spread wide open.

  “Such a pretty pussy,” he muttered.

  She cried out when he shoved his cock deep into her aching warmth. He pushed steadily and she tried to ease away from the invasion.

  “No,” he growled. He leaned forward being careful not to touch her back, and cupped her throat. He held her immobile as he pushed forward until his entire cock was sheathed. She wiggled against him and he slapped her sharply on the ass.

  “Hold still, Quinn.”

  She forced herself not to move as he rubbed and caressed her ass.

  “Ready?” He asked hoarsely.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she moaned.

  He plunged in and out of her aching pussy as she gasped and pleaded for more.

  “Touch your clit,” Silas demanded.

  She rubbed frantically at her clit as Silas made a low growl of need. The intensity was growing, her legs beginning to shake and pleasure unfurling in her belly.

  “Silas! I’m going to come,” she gasped.

  “Yes!” He shouted as his entire body stiffened and he drove into her a final time. Her orgasm shot through her like an arrow, lighting up all of her nerve endings and pulling a scream from her throat. She arched, the pain in her back dim and meaningless as Silas’ hands clamped down on her hips. He pumped rapidly, groaning loudly as her pussy squeezed him rhythmically. She was trembling violently beneath him and he pulled out of her and helped her ease onto her side before collapsing next to her.

  “Jesus, that was good,” he said.

  She smiled as he cupped her breast and tugged at her still-hard nipple. “Yes, it was.”

  They lay quietly for a while before Silas kissed the top of her shoulder. “How was your day?”

  “It was fine. Zeeda asked if you could come back tomorrow and work on the shelves,” she said.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes. She was impressed with the shelving you built today.”

  “It was easy. I’ve worked in construction for most of my life so building some shelves was no problem.”

  “What did you build on your world?” She asked.

  “Houses mostly. I own a small construction company. We did the framing of the houses, that sort of thing.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Mostly. I hated the admin side of it but I have a pretty good accountant and admin person. They handled a lot of the day-to-day stuff. Of course, with me just disappearing the whole company will probably fold.”

  He sighed heavily and she squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry.”

  “I had some good guys on my crew. They’ll be out of a job now,” he said quietly. “They had families to feed, you know?”

  She turned to face him and stroked his jaw. “It’s not your fault, Silas. You didn’t know this would happen.”

  He laughed bitterly. “That’s for fucking sure. To tell you the truth, I’m still not entirely certain I wasn’t hit over the head by a 2x4 and this isn’t some weird coma-induced dream.”

  She kissed him softly on the mouth. “It’s real, Silas.”

  “The ironic thing is, I almost didn’t go out with Gage. I was tired, the weather was terrible and he was just using me as a wingman to get his friends laid.”

  She smiled at him. “Did it work?”

  “We were sucked into that orb of light before we even made it to the bar.”

  He touched a few strands of her dark hair. “If I hadn’t gone with him, Gage would have just disappeared and I would have never known what happened to him. As much as I wish I was still on my own world, being without Gage and being completely alone would have been horrible.”

  “Your parents?” She asked.

  “Killed in a car crash w
hen Gage was ten,” he said.

  “Garna, I’m sorry,” she said.

  “I was in university to get my degree in architecture. I returned home and after the funeral I quit school and started working construction to pay the bills and keep us fed.”

  “Oh, Silas,” she said quietly, “I really am sorry.”

  He shrugged. “I have some regrets but Gage was what mattered, you know?”

  “I do.”

  “Do you have siblings?”

  “No.”

  “Parents?”

  “Not anymore.”

  That wasn’t a complete lie. She had been missing for nearly fifteen years and she would never see her mother or her father again. For all she knew they could be dead. She felt the familiar dull ache of missing them and buried her face in Silas’ thick throat.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded and stiffened when he stroked her hair and said, “Aren’t you going to ask me what a car is? Or a university?”

  She forced herself to relax. “I know what they are. That idiot Lloyd explained many things from your world.”

  “You talk a lot with Lloyd?” He said skeptically.

  She shook her head. “No, but I listen when he talks with others. It’s hard not to. The man never shuts up.”

  He laughed. “That’s true.”

  She snuggled in a little closer as Silas stroked her hair. Lying with him in the dark, talking about their day made her nearly dizzy with happiness. God, she missed being in a relationship.

  You’re not in a relationship. Don’t start thinking you are. In three weeks, Silas will be in the queen’s bed and you’ll never have him in your bed again.

  Dismay coursed through her and she started to push away from Silas. What was she thinking? Cuddling with him, learning more about him was madness.

  “What’s wrong?” Silas held her a little tighter.

  “Nothing is wrong,” she said before wiggling against him. “Let me go please, danen.”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  “Danen,” she warned.

  He squeezed her ass. “Silas. Out there you might be in charge but in your bed you’ll do what I want.”

  Desire and anticipation flowered in her belly and he gave her a wicked grin. “Do we have an agreement, Quinn?”

  She nodded and he smacked her lightly on the ass. “Say it.”

  “I’ll do what you want in bed, Silas,” she whispered as he cupped and caressed her breasts.

  “Good,” he said with another wicked grin. He brushed his mouth against hers but pulled back when she tried to deepen the kiss.

  She frowned at him and he shook his head. “No more for tonight.”

  “I want more,” she said.

  “I do too but not until your back heals.”

  “It’s much better,” she said.

  “It doesn’t look much better,” he replied.

  She started to protest and he squeezed her ass again. “You need to rest, Quinn. No arguing.”

  “I’m not tired,” she said.

  He laughed. “Fine, we’ll talk some more. What was that piece of paper the smelly trader gave you earlier today?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Quinn said stiffly.

  “I saw him give you a piece of paper. I’m just curious what it was,” Silas said.

  “He didn’t give me anything,” Quinn insisted. “You’re confused.”

  “I’m not.”

  She turned in his arms and pulled up the bedcovers. “You’re right, Silas, my back is sore and I’m more tired than I said. Good night.”

  “Quinn – “

  “Please,” she said, “can we just sleep?”

  There was an odd vulnerability in her voice and Silas paused before leaning over her and kissing her lightly. “Yes. Good night, Quinn.”

  She lay quietly, staring into the darkness long after Silas had fallen asleep. Her mind wouldn’t stop worrying at her. She knew she was playing a dangerous game by allowing Silas to mean something more to her than just a warm body to fuck.

  If you would just fucking kill the queen already we could have Silas for ourselves, her inner mind grumbled at her.

  It’s not the right time.

  It hasn’t been the right time for the last ten years. Jesus Christ, Quinn, it’s time to shit or get off the pot. If you don’t kill her, she’s going to take Silas from you just like she took Kevin. Is that what you want?

  You know it isn’t.

  Then kill that stupid bitch and claim Silas as yours.

  And then what? Just expect to live happily ever after? I’ll have to leave the clan after I kill her and Silas would never agree to go with me. Not without his brother.

  Her inner voice stayed silent for once and she sighed inwardly. If she killed the queen she’d never see Silas again. But if she didn’t kill her, Silas would be in her bed in less than a month’s time. She had never been more stuck between a rock and a hard place in her life.

  Kill her and take the throne, her inner voice whispered slyly.

  She shook her head. Silas snorted softly in his sleep and eased a little closer to her. Quinn pressed her hand against his, closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

  Chapter 18

  “Your back is looking much better, massina,” Naveen said happily.

  Quinn shrugged into her shirt and buttoned it. “It feels much better.”

  “You should keep putting the salve on it at night.”

  Quinn made a face as Naveen handed her another bag of the smelly salve. “I know your back is better but it’s only been a week. You still need the salve.”

  “It’s been almost two weeks,” she corrected him.

  He thought back before nodding. “Aye, I guess you’re right. How is fucking the danen?”

  “Naveen,” Quinn said, “you know I’m not going to talk to you about that.”

  Naveen laughed. “At least tell me if his cock is large, massina.”

  “It is,” Quinn replied.

  “Lucky girl,” Naveen said with a wink. “No wonder you seem so happy as of late.”

  “I’m no happier than I was before,” Quinn replied.

  “You are,” Naveen said. “You enjoy being with the danen.”

  “I enjoy fucking the danen,” Quinn corrected.

  “It’s more than that.”

  “It isn’t,” she insisted.

  Naveen frowned at her. “Why do you refuse to admit you enjoy the danen for more than just his big cock?”

  She sighed. “Because I’m married, Naveen. It’s bad enough I’m sleeping with him, I can’t have affection for him as well.”

  “No, massina, you are widowed,” he said gently, “and have been for many years. It is time for you to move on. Affection for the danen is not a bad thing.”

  “I don’t feel guilty about my…affection for him,” Quinn said abruptly. “I keep waiting for the guilt and there’s nothing. Does that make me a terrible person, Naveen?”

  “It does not,” Naveen said. “Your husband has been dead for over a decade. It’s time to move on.”

  “Move on?” Quinn said with a bitter laugh. “I have no interest in fucking a different breeder each month. I know it’s the way of this world and I understand that but it isn’t what I want. It’s why my affection for Silas is so dangerous. Already the thought of him sleeping with the queen – of sleeping with anyone else – fills me with jealousy.”

  “Oh, massina,” Naveen said softly. “I am sorry.”

  “Aye, so am I,” Quinn said.

  “Perhaps you should start distancing yourself from the danen,” Naveen suggested.

  “I cannot,” Quinn said softly. “It’s too late for that. I want him for myself and in two weeks I’ll have to give him to the queen.”

  She gave Naveen an anxious look. “The danen says he won’t fuck her.”

  Naveen’s eyes widened. “He has to, massina.”

  “I know.”

  “If he doesn’t
, she will - ”

  “I know better than anyone what she will do, Naveen!” Quinn shouted at him.

  He didn’t reply and she took his hand and squeezed it tightly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

  “Massina, you must convince the danen that he has to fuck the queen. It will only be for a month and after that you can claim him at the next ceremony. There is nothing that says you can’t fight for him each time he is available. I know it isn’t ideal but it’s the best you can hope for here. You know that.”

  “Is it?” She said. “We could leave.”

  “And go where?” Naveen asked in alarm. “You would not survive on your own outside these walls and joining another clan wouldn’t allow you to keep the danen.”

  Quinn sighed and Naveen took her hand. “You could take the throne for yourself.”

  “I have no interest in ruling,” Quinn said.

  “But you do wish to kill the queen.”

  She gave him a startled look. Naveen was her closest friend on this world but she had never spoken of her plan to murder the queen. It was too dangerous for the both of them to speak of it.

  “Keep your voice down,” she said with a nervous look at his front door. “I am loyal to our queen and it is my job to protect her.”

  Naveen lowered his voice. “Aye, that is what you say but your heart speaks differently.”

  She opened her mouth to argue but nothing came out.

  Naveen gave her a solemn look. “You must be careful, massina. The queen is still powerful.”

  She leaned down and kissed his wrinkled cheek. “I should get going. Have a good evening, Naveen.”

  “Are you not having dinner with the queen?”

  Quinn shook her head. “No, there was no request from her for dinner.”

  Naveen gave her an odd look. “I received a request as did Akia.”

  Quinn didn’t reply and Naveen said, “Massina, it is worrisome that she invited Akia and not you.”

  “Perhaps,” Quinn said.

  “Perhaps? Akia has wanted to be massina for many years. If she is worming her way into the queen’s good graces…”

  Naveen trailed off and gave Quinn a nervous look. “You have been the massina for a long time. I’m not trying to insult you but you’re not getting any younger.”