Enraptured, he watched as she licked her way across his stomach. He moaned and shifted under her teasing, his hands fisting in her hair as she nipped at his tanned skin. But as Quinn moved lower, he caught her long curls up in his clenched fingers so it no longer blocked his view of her beautiful face and talented mouth. He wanted to watch her nibble her way along his body.
By the time she focused on his erection, it practically bobbed with anticipation. Quinn caught it in one slim hand and ran her tongue from base to tip where she lapped the small bead of pre-cum gathered there. He groaned and closed his eyes, unable to bear the dual visual torture and tensile sensation. When she took his cock in her warm, wet mouth, he released her hair in favour of grabbing the sheets.
Nothing had ever felt this amazing. Then again, he couldn’t remember a single woman before Quinn.
From the moment he’d woken up with a raging hangover, Reece had been obsessed with her. Something about her called to him—touched his soul, as corny as it sounded—and she’d never left his thoughts after that. Hell, he’d even dreamt of going down on her when he’d been asleep in her bed. Maybe the scent of natural perfume had inspired the dream?
The sight of his cock disappearing in and out of her mouth had Reece riding the edge of his orgasm. It would be so easy to give, to spill his pleasure between her willing lips, but he wanted something more. He wanted to come inside her. Even though he knew there would be no child as a result, Reece couldn’t help but want his seed buried deep inside his female’s body—the deepest territorial mark a male could make.
Pulling away might have been the hardest thing Reece would ever do in his long, immortal life, but the need to slide inside her wet pussy called to him.
Quinn made a face of disappointment until he flipped her on her back then knelt between her legs. Understanding dawned as she slid her feet and calves around his hips. She allowed him to position her how he needed, then gasped when he lifted her with his hands under her sleek back. He held her upright in his arms, her feet crossed behind him. He wanted her to watch his cock poised at her tight entrance.
Quinn clasped his arms tightly, her nails digging into the skin until Reece knew marks would be left. He’d carry each one with pride. He lifted her slightly to ensure the perfect angle then allowed her to control the speed and depth with which she took his thick shaft. Fast or slow, Quinn would set the pace of their lovemaking, at least until he couldn’t take it anymore.
She took it slow, her green gaze fixated on the sight of his stiff cock disappearing inside her hot, slick pussy. As she looked from where their bodies joined to his eyes and back again, Quinn’s face filled with an expressive joy he could almost convince himself was love.
Pushing against the mattress with her feet, she rose off his cock and moaned when she slid back down, taking him all the way in. He saw her thick honey smeared over her inner lips as they stretched tight around his wide width.
Feeling the end of his patience bearing down on him, he slipped a hand between their bodies to rub her clit as she slid back down on him.
Quinn slid her eyes shut, picked up the tempo and rode him faster. He held her tightly in the security of his arms and fucked her in an agonisingly slow pace that had him praying for patience. Still he took his time, drawing out Quinn’s pleasure, dragging his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before sliding back in until he bottomed out. Softy she cried out, begging him for more, to increase the speed, but somehow he found the strength to refuse and kept to his slow, torturous rhythm. As much as he wanted to pound Quinn’s sweet pussy, Reece also wanted take his time and for once give her a slow, rolling release.
“Come for me, Quinn. Let me feel your pleasure squeezing my cock.” It just might kill him, but he was determined to feel the ripples of her release. Tightening his hold on her, he increased the pressure behind his thrusts. Not as fast or as hard as they both wanted, but hard enough to have her arching her back and crying out his name.
“Yes, oh, yes, Reece.” She moaned out her pleasure while still pumping over his cock, his name a mantra spilling from her lips.
Panting, she rested her forehead against his sweaty chest with his cock still rock hard, speared inside her. Aftershocks rippled around his shaft, and Reece nearly bit the end of his tongue off to stave off his release.
When their eyes finally met, Quinn clutched his shoulders to pull herself straight into his shaking arms, wrapping both arms around his neck. Her peaked nipples were crushed against his chest as she rolled her hips, driving them both insane.
Gradually her pace quickened until she rode him hard, taking him all the way to the root. He held her hips to guide her motions as she reached for her peak once again. Needing to do more than hold her, Reece quickly changed their positions until Quinn lay on her back, legs spread and pushed to her chest while he slowly filled her. The new position allowed him direct contact with her G-spot and a fast release. He pushed her to another hot, wet, body-shaking orgasm. Holding his own release back by sheer stubborn will, Reece gritted his teeth and pulled out.
Quinn cried out at the loss of his cock, but he simply shook his head and directed her to her hands and knees. Without a word of protest, she hurriedly crawled into position. Reaching between her legs to finger her clit as he leaned over her, Reece whispered against the sensitive shell of her ear, “This way I’ll get so much deeper in your sweet pussy, you’ll be able to feel me every time you swallow.”
His other hand was busy plucking her nipples, pulling her to the peak again. Releasing her breast, he turned her head to face him then kissed her, possession in every stroke of his tongue.
With her juices dripping down her thighs, she whimpered in renewed need as he rose up behind her, easily spreading her legs for his control. Reece knew he couldn’t wait any longer to claim her in the way demanded by the mate bond. He slid one hand to her taut, rounded butt until he gently pressed her lower back down. He wanted that sexy part of her in the air, pointed right at him.
“I love you. I love everything about you. I love the way you look right now. Ass in the air, pussy dripping with your pleasure, but still desperate for my cock inside you.” The confession slipped out, but Reece couldn’t regret it. She was the only woman for him, the other half of his soul, and she would hold his heart until the day he died.
They both moaned when the head of his cock pressed into her eager pussy. Feeling the need to push all her barriers, he dipped a finger into her honey before teasing the tight ring of muscles never before breached. She jerked a little before relaxing in his hold.
“Not yet, my mate, but maybe one day we’ll work up to you taking my cock in your tight ass.” He rubbed the slick fluid around her tight hole with his thumb before pushing it past the rigid resistance. She cried out, arched her back and clamped her pussy down hard on the head of his cock.
“By the great oak, Quinn, I won’t last if you do that again,” he whispered. He slid in a little more, groaning at the different sensation from the angle and his finger in her ass.
She pleaded softly, begged him to stop, moaned for him to never stop while she shoved back trying to take his finger. Reece knew how close Quinn was, but he refused to increase his pace. For once he wanted to touch her with love—not that he didn’t do that all the time, but this one time he really wanted her to know his heart was completely involved, not just his dick.
Her greedy whimpers grew feverishly desperate as he slid a little more of his thick length into her, her hips grinding back on him, making him pant against the need to take her hard and fast. To distract them both, he pressed the thickest part of his thumb deeper into her asshole. The muscles released some of their tension.
Sweating, he slid the rest of his cock slowly into her eager pussy. Her whole body jerked at the double penetration. Her head flew up, hair swinging around her flushed face as she turned to look at him over her shoulder.
“More.” The one-word demand and the rush of liquid heat pouring over his cock broke his c
ontrol. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her deeper and harder. Quinn matched him thrust for thrust.
Before long, Reece had Quinn’s head flat against the bed while he drilled her ass as hard and deep as he could. With his release building in his balls, Reece reached for her clit and pinched the swollen bud between his fingers. He was rewarded by her wail of release, which increased as he used his thumb to fuck her ass in the same rhythm he used in her pussy.
The tension gathered until Reece felt his whole body might explode from the pressure building, then everything went supernova. He lost his grasp on reality as he came. Shooting stream after stream of hot seed inside her fisting pussy became his whole world.
The release after so much tension had Reece falling over Quinn’s back as his strength finally gave out. Before he allowed himself to fully relax, he pulled his finger from her slick ass and wrapped his arms around her waist. Careful to be gentle, he positioned them both on their sides, his cock still semi-hard inside her as they fought to catch their breath.
Chapter Six
The room had one moonbeam to lighten the darkness when Quinn finally managed to open her eyes. Afraid to twitch a toe, much less do the full body stretch her muscles ached for, she silently took stock of her surroundings.
Her muscles were cramped, and Quinn was sore in places she’d never expected. Thanks to Reece’s thorough lovemaking, she doubted she’d walk without looking bowlegged for a few weeks. Never had a lover treated her so… There really were no words to describe the way Reece had focused solely on her.
If being mated to a dryad was anything like last night, sign her up. Sex had never been soul-encompassing. Somehow she’d felt Reece, and not in the fucked-her-blind kind of way. Each time they came together, some sort of bond would tighten or strengthen between them until she knew his emotions at any given time. Was that normal? Did all bonded dryad couples experience that weird organic link?
As quickly as her mood lifted, another thought brought her right back down. If she died—no, when she died…hello, still mortal here—what would happen to Reece? Surely the fates weren’t such callous bitches as to let a good male suffer without some type of hope? Maybe he’d find his second mate a few years after she’d died. Yes, she wanted him to mourn at least two years—selfish maybe, but it was the human part of her, so immortals could just suck it.
“Think any harder over there and I’m afraid I’ll start smelling smoke.” Reece tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her even deeper into his embrace.
“Reece,” she groaned as her too-dumb-to-know-better, horny body curled against his solid frame. “I won’t be able to close my legs for at least a week. If you have any hope of me walking on my own ever again, you’ll take that monster and point him in another direction.”
The warmth of his laughter tickled the sensitive back of her neck. Just that quickly, she changed her mind. After all, how important was walking or closing her legs anyway? A little Velcro or packing tape and she’d manage…
“No,” Reece said when she turned onto her back, ready to take him up on any and all of his offers. “You are too sore. If it wouldn’t mean turning in my male DNA card, I’d confess to being a little sore myself.”
Instantly, pride inundated her. She’d worn out an immortal’s cock. How cool was that? “Wait, how did you know what I was thinking?”
Dread suffused her as memories of Reece’s drunken first night ramblings swirled through her mind, along with the sense of closeness they’d developed each time they’d come together.
“We are bound, Quinn—body, heart and soul.” The blue eyes gazing back at her were sincere, but she still sensed a kernel of fear buried within his confidence.
“What is it?” Taking a chance, she turned to the bond shared between them and focused on the fear—a tarnished bronze colour easily picked out. Mentally examining the strand, Quinn’s astonishment made her doubt herself for several moments until reality couldn’t be denied anymore.
Blinking open eyes she hadn’t realised she’d closed, she licked her dry lips before attempting to speak. “Sometimes fear takes on different faces,” she did her best to explain to this man who would move mountains just to make her smile. “I’m the type that gets sarcastic when I get scared. When I said those things to you originally, I didn’t really even know what I was saying. I only wanted to hurt you the way I thought you hurt me. Stupidity causes more fights than actual anger, at least in my opinion.”
Reece sat up, the cotton sheet dropping to his trim waist. “What are you saying, Quinn? Speak plainly, please. I want there to be no more mistakes or misunderstandings between us.”
Swallowing past her fear, Quinn opened her heart to the one man in the world she could openly trust. “You belong to me. You told me that the first night we met, when you were under the influence of Russian tree sap or whatever. You touched me that night too.” She wanted to stop as colour rushed to her cheeks, but she owed Reece the whole truth. “We kissed and then you wanted to…ah…you know…have your dessert.”
“I wanted to eat your pussy,” Reece said, no trace of embarrassment in his voice as he interpreted her sentence.
“Yep, that’s it. Anyway,” she rushed past what she considered the most embarrassing, but addictive portion of that evening, “we talked that night. I started falling for you before you even kissed me. The little things we had in common made up the big things we didn’t. I’ve never spent time with a man who could turn me on, make me laugh and engage my brain all in one sitting. You amazed me. Then when you woke up the next morning with no clue who I was or where you were, I kinda pulled a turtle in the shell move.”
She sat up as well, wanting to finish her explanation face to face though she was finding out that seeing Reece wasn’t necessary when she could read his emotions anytime she wanted.
Sliding an arm around her shoulders, Reece pulled her into a tight, one-armed embrace. “Do you know I remembered that while I showered earlier? At first none of it made any sense. You were so friendly in my memory, but in what I considered reality, you wanted nothing to do with me. Everything in me screamed that you were meant to be in my life, but I couldn’t get the first image out of my mind. I loved you then—that night, I mean—and I fell in love with you all over again. My heart was meant to be yours and nothing short of you eating small puppies and kittens while alive could possibly change the way I feel.”
“Oh, that’s just nasty.” The image alone had her stomach flipping with revulsion. “You couldn’t say ‘my feelings will never change’—you just had to add a qualifier, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I’m immortal fae. We always have qualifiers.”
Something tugged at the end of their connection. Something Reece wanted her to know, but hesitated to bring up. Touching the pale yellow strand, Quinn felt her eyes pop open in shock. “Your spunk is some magical fountain of youth? What the hell, Reece? A few blow jobs here and there and women are begging to suck you off? You’re better than Botox injections any day.”
Growling low in his throat, Reece tackled Quinn until she rested naked under his hard frame and very erect cock. “Woman, if you’re going to eavesdrop on my thoughts and emotions, you might want to read everything before jumping to conclusions.”
Huh. Damn it. The man/immortal/sex god might have a point. She’d learnt just enough to get her into trouble, then jumped the gun, so to speak. Feeling the soapbox of justice she’d taken her stand on crumble under her metaphorical feet, Quinn graciously waved a hand for Reece to continue.
“My magical spurting cock, as you so kindly nicknamed it, is not a fountain of youth for the vain and stupid of your society. The energies we exchange while making love are unique to us alone and are only capable of changing my mate—my true mate—into an immortal dryad. You are that female.”
Did he have to sound so grumpy about it? Sheesh, she’d only asked a question. Who knew the man was so sensitive? When he growled in mock anger—at least she hoped it
was mock—Quinn’s heartbeat picked up while her pussy clenched in emptiness.
Taking his handsome face between her hands, she stared straight into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I love you. I may have some issues with anger, and possibly a warrant for skipping some mandatory classes, but you complete me in a way that I can’t explain outside a Hallmark commercial. My soul knows you, my heart beats for you and my body craves you with every breath I take. I want you. Be with me. Love me,” she ended softly, gently scattering kisses over his cheeks, eyes and chin.
“You’re too sore,” he said as he slid between her thighs, his cock wet with pre-cum. “I don’t want you walking funny for weeks.”
Shrugging as much as possible while lying down with a hard man on top of her naked body, Quinn looked into his handsome face, smiled and told him the absolute truth.
“Walking is highly overrated. I’d rather be fucked by my mate.”
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