Coercing Quinn

by Charlie Richards

  “Damn, I’m sorry,” Taolma murmured. He moved his right hand and gently cupped Quinn’s jaw. Swiping his thumb over his lower lip, he liked that it was slightly swollen from his kisses. “I completely forgot you’re injured, too,” he admitted. “Kissing you is—” He paused and chuckled, unable to adequately voice the desire simmering through his system.

  Chapter Six

  Quinn stared up into Taolma’s deep, sparkling brown eyes. The lust and mischief shining back at him nearly took his breath away. This man, this shifter, wanted him... without question, without bias. He just wanted him.

  The novel idea almost took his breath away. It also made his dick twitch behind the fly of his jeans. He felt so damn tempted to take the young man up on his offer. Somehow, he knew if he told Taolma to drop to his knees and suck him, he’d do it.

  Except, he couldn’t. Not yet.

  “I, uh, it’s not because you’re a guy.” Quinn whispered the admission, feeling his face flame. “I’ve been with men in the past, back in college, so that’s—” He snapped his mouth shut, unwilling to admit just how much he enjoyed having something up his ass. “Even the fact that you’re a shifter, well, like you said,” he mumbled, waving his hand to indicate Taolma. “Guess that mate pull shit helps.”

  Taolma nodded slowly. “Okay,” he mused. “So do you wish to tell me the problem now? Or do you need more time to think?”

  Realizing he had to give the young man some kind of explanation, Quinn admitted, “I’m not sure I’m over my wife.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the floor. “I mean, I want sex. I miss sex. I’m just worried that—” Quinn paused, struggling to get his thoughts in order.

  “I can be patient,” Taolma told him, offering a wry smile. “I’ve never been in a relationship, so I’m sure I’ll have things to learn about how to be a good partner.” Taking a step backward, he shrugged as he clenched and unclenched his hands. “I want sex, too.” He scoffed, then revealed, “I’d love to fuck you through the mattress as soon as my side heals enough where it won’t infuse me with debilitating pain.”

  “Starting with sex is good.” The words were out of Quinn’s mouth before he could think better of them. His erection actually twitched behind his fly. Yeah, that sounded damn perfect. Sex. Get the tension out of the way. “Skip breakfast,” Quinn continued. Maybe it was lack of caffeine causing him to have no brain-to-mouth filter. “I’ll ride your dick like a pogo stick.”

  Quinn found his gaze fixated on the long pole tenting Taolma’s sweats. His asshole clenched in anticipation. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d just gone with instinct instead of thinking it through.

  “I fuck you and I’m keeping you, Quinn.” Taolma growled the warning, his voice low with lust. “You realize that, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed as he continued, “You are already mine, Quinn.”

  Quinn felt a shiver trickle down his spine upon hearing the possessiveness in Taolma’s tone. The tall man’s whipcord lean body practically vibrated. Quinn realized it must have been from restraint, because the shifter’s gaze practically smoldered with desire and feral intent.

  Nodding slowly, Quinn somehow managed to peel his tongue away from the roof of his mouth. “Right, uh, forgot that was a shifter thing,” he whispered. “If I denied you, would you force me?”

  “Never,” Taolma snapped, his brows furrowing. The lust instantly disappeared from his stance. He stepped backward another step as he rumbled, “But I will do what I can to change your mind. Until then, I think we should return to our original idea.” A grimace crossed Taolma’s face as he turned away. “Even if my dick does feel like it’s going to fall off. Never had blue balls before.”

  Guilt flooded Quinn. He knew he shouldn’t have asked that. Hell, if Taolma pushed for sex, it wasn’t like Quinn would say no anyway. His body already screamed for release.

  Jumping forward, Quinn grabbed Taolma’s wrist, stopping his retreat. When the shifter turned and looked down at him, Quinn couldn’t hold his gaze. Instead, he focused on where he touched him... their skin tones so different.

  What will our dicks look like sliding against each other?

  Even when not trying to think about sex, it seemed his mind immediately went there.

  Forcing himself to meet Taolma’s gaze, seeing the troubled look in his eyes, Quinn mentally ordered himself to stop thinking so hard. “We’re going in circles with this,” he whispered. Peering into Taolma’s eyes, he admitted, “We want sex. We know we’re mates. Now, I don’t understand all that entails, but I’ve met Leroy and Caladon, seen his protectiveness, seen how he cares for him. I’ve heard Cosmo speak of his mate, Kamille.” Quinn paused and licked his lips, unable to share the amazement he’d felt upon witnessing the love and caring that had been so obviously evident. “I had that with my wife, Mary,” he softly stated. “And I miss it. I don’t know how to let go of the anger I feel for those that took it away.”

  Taolma took in a slow, deep breath. His dark brows furrowed as his gaze roved over Quinn’s face. Finally, he nodded. “I lost my mother to leukemia. She fought for a couple of years, but in the end it took her,” he told him. “I know losing someone to a disease isn’t the same as losing a loved one to killers, but I understand loss.” Narrowing his eyes, Taolma asked, “Can you at least acknowledge that I had nothing to do with your loss?” He hesitated an instant, then added, “And nor did my extended family.”

  Quinn remembered a conversation with Jeremiah. They’d been unloading groceries out of a box truck. Jeremiah had said the damnedest thing.

  “Jeremiah once told me that taking a life, even a shifter, should never be taken lightly,” Quinn muttered. “He told me that some don’t go feral. That figuring out which ones keep the others in line is the trick.” Smiling wryly, he admitted, “At the time, I didn’t understand. After all, that’s not what Bethany and Roger have been telling everyone. They claim you all are evil and dangerous.” Watching a play of emotions cross Taolma’s face that he couldn’t hope to identify, Quinn quickly hurried on. “Jeremiah said you weren’t. I believe him now.”

  Glancing away from Taolma, Quinn whispered, “I’d no longer push that button.”

  Taolma frowned. “Button?”

  Quinn scoffed, feeling guilty just for thinking it. “I asked him if he wouldn’t kill every shifter on the planet if given the chance.” He hadn’t understood at the time, because his friend had been mauled—badly—by a shifter, leaving his body heavily scarred. “He’d said no. That he was a hunter, not a murderer. I finally understand what he meant.”

  For several long seconds, Taolma just stared at him. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly between pursed lips. “I’m not certain how I should respond to that.” He glanced down at where Quinn held his wrist before again meeting his gaze. “Guess I don’t have enough experience to try to figure out what you mean,” he whispered. “Can I ask you to speak plainly? Is that okay to do?”

  “Yeah, absolutely,” Quinn immediately responded. It suddenly hit him that for all Taolma’s feral desire and blatantly expressed interest, he was still young... only twenty. Inexperienced. “If you ever don’t understand something I say, please ask. I’d much rather have truth between us.”

  Quinn realized he’d believed too many lies as it was.

  “Then what are you trying to tell me?”

  Knowing it was a good question, Quinn struggled to formulate the best answer. He decided on, “I want justice for... hell, revenge, damn it. I want the vampires who killed my wife and son to be executed. Other than that, I got nothing. No job, no home, no life.” He shrugged as he admitted, “I left everything behind to join the hunters. I know I’m very attracted to you. I’d like to see what kind of life we can build together.”

  Taolma’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His tongue swept out over his bottom lip, and a shuddering breath escaped him. Moving his right hand, he held it to his side.

  “You
’re making it really hard to keep from tossing you on the bed,” Taolma whispered, his voice rough. “The only thing that’s stopping me is that I know I’d probably tear out my stitches and or maybe hurt yours’, too.”

  Grinning widely, Quinn stated huskily, “Then why don’t you take those sweats off and lie on the bed?” He released Taolma’s wrist and reached for his own fly. “There’s lotion in the bathroom and my cock is so fucking hard it hurts.” Then, he paused, frustration filling him. “Wait, wait. Shit!”

  Taolma reached down and adjusted himself. “What?” The word practically came out a groan.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” Quinn blurted out. “Do you know where any are?” When Taolma began shaking his head, disappointment filled him, although it did nothing to wilt his throbbing erection. “Guess we’ll just have to rub off. Fucking will have to wait.”

  Instead of agreeing, Taolma shook his head. He turned and headed toward the bed, shoving his sweats down his hips as he moved. Seconds later, the tall young man’s tight, brown ass was on clear display as he kicked out of the only clothes he wore. Crawling onto the bed, Taolma turned over and sprawled on the bed.

  Taolma’s long, slender prick jutted from his groin, curving up toward his stomach. “Nope,” he quipped. “No condoms needed with me, mate,” he claimed, grabbing his dick with his right hand and pointing it straight up as he gave himself a long, leisurely stroke. “Shifters can’t get or give human diseases. If you climb aboard, I will flood your ass with my seed, marking your body as mine.”

  Quinn’s attention remained riveted on Taolma’s dick. While not exceptionally thick, the long, black piece of flesh had to be almost a foot in length. Plus, with each up and down motion of Taolma’s hand, he caused his foreskin to slide back and forth. It almost appeared as if the shifter’s slit was winking at him.

  Having never seen an uncircumcised cock, Quinn’s mouth watered. His rectum clenched. Struggling to breathe, he felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead.

  “Quinn?” Taolma paused in his movements, his tone questioning. “You okay? Did I jump the gun?”

  Yanking his focus away from the prettiest erection he’d ever laid eyes on, not that he’d seen that many, Quinn jerked his focus to Taolma’s face. He grinned widely as he licked his lips. “Oh, no. That’s a thing of beauty, Tao. Let me get the lotion.”

  Quinn moved quickly, eagerly. More than ready to break his year long dry spell, he grabbed the lotion he’d seen the day before. He returned to the bedroom and crossed to the side of the bed.

  Setting the bottle of lotion on the nightstand, Quinn swept his gaze over the sexy, lean man lying on his comforter. He reached for his own fly. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved his jeans and underwear down and off. Even while kicking his clothes off his feet, he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze off the young male.

  Taolma’s dark skin stretched beautifully over his toned body. His muscles rippled in his arm as he slowly moved his hand along his cock. The shifter sported no chest hair, not even a treasure trail. Only the thinnest nest of curls surrounded the base of his prick.

  Climbing onto the bed, Quinn licked his lips. He spotted a bead of pre-cum oozing from the rhythmically peeking slit. Wanting a taste, he grabbed Taolma’s wrist, freezing it at his base, using his new lover’s hold to position the man’s erection the way he wanted... straight up.

  “Gonna get you nice and wet while I lube my ass,” Quinn claimed, revealing his own experience. “Then I’m gonna ride your long, pretty dick.”

  Taolma groaned, his facial features tight with pleasure and pain. “Sure you don’t want to swing around so I can do that for you?” he asked breathily, his gaze focused on what Quinn knew must be his own swinging dick.

  Quinn grinned, reveling in the effect he had on the man. Mate pull be damned, driving Taolma out of his mind was fan-fucking-tastic. His lover’s passion was so beautiful.

  Youthful enthusiasm. Stunning!

  Leaning over Taolma’s groin, Quinn stuck out his tongue and swiped it over his head. It took him a second to figure out how to slide his tongue under the foreskin, but once he did, he was rewarded with the light flavor of Taolma’s tasty pre-cum.

  Upon hearing a throaty moan escape from Taolma, satisfaction filled Quinn. He peered up his lover’s long body. Meeting the other man’s wide-eyed gaze, satisfaction filled him upon seeing the enjoyment on his face. He opened his mouth a little wider and gently suckled the thin flap of foreskin.

  Taolma groaned and jolted. “Sh-Shit! Quinn!”

  Quinn inwardly preened as he opened his mouth wide and sank down on his lover’s prick. Pushing Taolma’s hand away from where the man still gripped his base, he wrapped his own fingers around the male’s stalk. Having not sucked cock in many years, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of the man, so he used his fist to work the rest.

  Hell, Taolma is so long, even when I was giving head on a regular basis, I probably wouldn’t have been able to swallow all of him.

  “Fuck!” Taolma cried, resting a hand on the uninjured side of his face. “St-Stop. Please, stop, Quinn,” he pleaded. “Gonna come.”

  Popping off his lover’s prick, ignoring the string of spittle that connected his lower lip to Taolma’s cock head, Quinn grinned. “No greater compliment,” he rumbled. “Give me a minute,” he said, leaning over and grabbing the lotion. With a wink, Quinn poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. “Sucking your dick was far too distracting.”

  Taolma huffed a laugh, grinning up at him. “Sure you don’t want me to do it?” he offered again, eyeing him appreciatively. “Would love to finger your ass.”

  “You’ll get to,” Quinn assured, reaching behind himself and sliding a digit into his hole. “Just not gonna be today. My dick is so primed, if you touch me, I’m gonna blow,” he admitted. “Been too damn long.”

  Growling softly, Taolma’s expression turned feral. “Then turn around,” he ordered roughly. “I want to see.”

  For an instant, Quinn froze. He’d never been ordered around in bed before. Of course, in college, he might have preferred to bottom, but he hadn’t been with very dominant men. It had all just been fun and games.

  Now, Quinn realized Taolma truly was the stronger of the two of them. He was a shifter. He could do whatever he wanted with him... and if given a chance, he’d probably drive Quinn out of his mind while doing it.

  Taolma leaned onto his left elbow and reached out with his right hand. Resting his warm palm on Quinn’s hip, he drew his attention. “Please,” Taolma urged. While he’d softened his tone, his eyes remained just as heated, appearing to spark with his desire. “I want to watch. The idea of you opening yourself, so I can take you makes my balls ache.”

  Hearing the sensual admission, Quinn’s chest tightened. He quickly moved to obey, turning his ass toward Taolma. After spreading his legs, offering his lover a clear view of his hole, he shoved two lotion-coated fingers into his chute.

  Quinn heard Taolma’s moan of appreciation. From the corner of his eye, he saw that his lover had returned his hand to his dick. The other man slowly jacked himself, and a glance over Quinn’s shoulder told him that Taolma’s gaze was riveted to his ass.

  “Oh yeah, Quinn,” Taolma encouraged. “Stretch yourself for me, baby. Coat that ass with lube, so I’ll slide right in. So pretty.”

  A flush of heat, a mixture of embarrassment but even more arousal, flooded through Quinn. He sped up his fingers, hell-bent on completing his task as swiftly as possible. Seeing the bead of pre-cum ooze from Taolma’s cock slit, he realized he couldn’t wait to know what it’d feel like to have that fluid inside him.

  Chapter Seven

  Taolma couldn’t believe his good fortune. While he still wondered about Quinn’s sudden urge to jump his bones, he wasn’t going to deny his needs. Hell, if he could use sex to coerce his mate into accepting him, he was all for it.

  Taolma loved sex, and from feeling Quinn’s mouth on his pr
ick and watching his fingers in his ass, he bet his lover did, too. Plus, his mate was damn good at it. Not to mention the view was damn fine.

  Babbling encouragement, Taolma told his lover exactly how much he was appreciating everything. His words seemed to spur Quinn to move faster. His hand sped up as he fucked himself on his fingers, and he soon thrust in a third digit. Not ten seconds later, Quinn yanked them free and spun around on his knees.

  Quinn swatted at Taolma’s hand where he lightly stroked his dick. Grinning, he released his hold, acquiescing to his mate. To his pleasure, Quinn immediately swung his leg over his hips, grabbed his shaft, and positioned his cock head at his entrance.

  Taolma’s breath caught in his chest at the view. Quinn, his mate, straddled him. He held his dick and guided it to his hole. His lover’s own shaft bobbed in front of him, jutting up in obvious need to tap against his own belly. Even his low-slung balls, red, swollen and heavy below his cock, were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

  He wanted to lick and touch every inch of the human’s body.

  Soon!

  Quinn pressing against the head of his dick refocused his attention. Grabbing his lover’s hips, more just to touch than guide, he felt his mate’s muscles ease. His body opened and Quinn slid partway down his cock.

  Groaning through gritted teeth, Taolma forced his body to remain still. He would wait on Quinn’s time. Taolma knew he was long. He’d had more than one lover tell him so. He refused to lose control and buck up into the man, possibly hurting him.

  Sweat popped out on Taolma’s forehead as he waited. His chest heaved as he felt the crush of muscle squeezing the first third of his erection. To distract himself, he focused on the pain he saw etched across Quinn’s face.

  Sliding his hands up his lover’s sides, Taolma rubbed over his skin, tracing along his ribs. He tweaked his hard nipples and relished Quinn’s grunt, so he did it again. Quinn groaned. The tight muscles surrounding Taolma’s erection eased.