Blood Ties

16. Clench and Burn

Adam was still hard. One and a half movies watched to try and cleanse his mind, but all he could do was think about the sounds Quinn made, the way her p***y tightened around his fingers as she came, the warm wet of her snatch, and the sweet taste of her after he’d cleaned his fingers off afterward.

Fuuuuuuuck.

He bit back a groan as he watched Quinn on the couch with him, fast asleep after watching Redemption and Provocation, back-to-back. She’d enjoyed both, barely speaking as she watched Carl and Violet get their happily-ever-after, then Nate and Leila. He would have offered the Blu-ray of the TV special, Impulsive Ever After, but her eyes had already been drooping, and he figured they could always watch it another time. Plus, he hadn’t taken it out of the drawer with the other discs, and she’d fallen asleep with her head against his shoulder, his arm curled around her.

Since then, he’d sat watching the TV on low. It was just a news program that was giving a rundown of the events of the day. He wasn’t even listening, just watching the picture flicker between newscasters in the studio and ones on location as they talked about war in the Middle East, a local SPCA that was filing for bankruptcy, and tempers flaring between countries in Asia.

He needed to get up, move away from Quinn before he whipped out his d**k and starting jacking off right here in his living room. His parents could arrive at any moment, and he had no idea when Charlie would be back, though she’d on occasion spent the night with Damon, her shifter friend.

God, he hoped.

He placed a pillow on the couch and gently resituated Quinn so she was sleeping on her side. Afterwards, he headed to his room, where he stripped down to his boxers to ease the ache in his c**k and balls, cupping the latter.

“f**k,” he muttered. His damn erection just wouldn’t go away, and he wondered if a cold shower would help. Since he was a vampire, he was cool to the touch anyway, so he figured it was probably a useless endeavor.

Stretching out on his back on the bed, he wondered if he should move Quinn in here with him, but he had a feeling that he’d need to manhandle himself a bit before doing that. Staring at her sleeping and jacking off didn’t seem like the best move at this juncture in his relationship with his mate. No sense freaking her out if she woke up mid-wank and screamed her bloody head off.

He wanted her touch, but his would have to do.

Slipping his boxers down around his lower thighs, he started to stroke slowly, root to tip. It pulsed in his hand, and he squeezed the shaft closer to the tip when he felt a droplet of precum slide down. He slicked it over the sensitive crown and rubbed a thumb along the top of his testicles, feeling the loose skin tightening incrementally already. It wasn’t going to take much to quell this ache.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Quinn, grinding her pelvis on him and giving those soft, mewling whimpers he liked so damn much. Adam could almost feel her p***y still squeezing him, as he had the excellent recall of the experience. He’d been left with a throbbing hard c**k after that, struggling to dull the ache. Her proximity was too near, and he couldn’t push her away, not when they were finally getting close. Quinn seemed comfortable with him. It would have been a horrible mistake to put any distance between them.

So, he sat there, hard for the majority of the next three hours with Quinn’s soft body pressed against his. He was glad she wasn’t truly bony, but a nice mixture of supple, soft skin and curves. Even under the afghan he’d placed over her before leaving the living room he could see the gentle flair of her hips.

And that made him even harder, thinking of running his hands over her side, from her chest to her waist and lower, grabbing her ass and kneading the soft flesh, bringing her thighs wide for him so he could cup and rub her, making her wetter, hearing those sweets sounds she made spilling past her lips, the little ‘V’ she got on her forehead puckering when she was close, so close to coming.

And remembering how she dripped on his hands and the sweetness of her orgasm pushed Adam over the edge, made him groan. He shot a few steady pulses of come across his abs as he moaned, his nuts contracting and shaft twitching until he was empty.

After, he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a tissue. It was there solely for the purpose of cleaning himself up, because he’d not really been intimate with a woman his entire 35 years of being ‘alive’. No vampire caught the sniffles or needed to wipe away sweat from their brow. It was odd how Quinn didn’t put the two together, but she was still adjusting to this new way of life and would hopefully find it amusing that the things humans took for granted like medicines and food and toilet paper were available at a bloodsuckers home. They didn’t have to use the bathrooms, but they kept all those things in the house in case of human company or other visitors.

He walked into the living room with his clothing on just as his mom and dad were walking into the house. They were quiet, and they saw Quinn sleeping on the couch before Adam was picking her up to take her into his bedroom. He nodded to them both in greeting before carrying her down the hall and placing her on the bed with the afghan still laid over her.

***

Her lips parted and legs shuddered. Quinn’s gasp echoed like it was a scream, but he still didn’t stop. He rolled them over, his c**k throbbing, aching to split her petal-soft folds and rut into her like he wanted.

Fuck, like he needed.

Another whimper, her legs opening wider, like a silent beckoning for him to slide between her legs, taste her where she was wettest, lick her ‘til she dripped down his throat, over his chin. He wanted her sounds. Craved them. If the mating pull was a drug, it would soothe both him and the savage beast inside that threatened to break free and pounce. There was no other way. It would pound him, break him apart from the inside, taking no prisoners, allowing not one inch of skin to be separated until…

“Please… Adam, I can’t—oh fuck.” She clenched even tighter, pulling his fingers inside her until he could barely move them. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she certainly was almost as tight as one, and he didn’t mind, not at all.

“Love, I am dying for this p***y of mine to suffocate my cock.” His mouth breathed heavy, the air whooshing past her ear and stirring her hair. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. My tongue in and on your p***y, thighs tossed over my shoulder, licking up all that sweet, sweet wetness I feel drowning my fingers. f**k, I can smell it too, and the scent of your arousal is making me hard as a f*****g rock for you.”

“Adam, I want…oh, fuck.” His hand slid over the wetness of her folds, and her hips jerked from the sensitivity before the slow churn of her hips.

“What is it you want, baby? Tell me. Anything you would have is yours if it’s within my power. Say it and I’ll—”

“You!” she interjected. “f**k, I want you. Your mouth on me, licking me, f*****g me with your tongue. I want your c**k in my mouth, my p***y. Please.”

He had to be dreaming, because Quinn never spoke like this. She was blunt but still somehow demure now that she was in a world she didn’t know existed before. The reality where angels and demons existed, shifters and vampires, faeries and elves. If she knew anything now, it was that these things were real, even if she’d only had a slight glance at the wilder side of this existence.

“f**k me, please.”

He wanted to—God, did he want to. He could imagine sliding inside her so easily with how wet she was becoming. She was drenching his fingers as the two that were tucked inside her pumped in and out, struggling to stretch her, hopefully for the wide girth of his c**k.

“Baby, you sure?” He groaned as he said it, eye closing tightly as he fought for restraint.

She gasped. “Please, yes please.” She cinched tighter around him, wiggling her hips in tight little circles to gain more friction, making Adam’s c**k twitch. He had to get inside her soon, but he wanted to taste her first. He’d only gotten a little sample of her after he’d f****d her with his fingers, and he was greedy for more.

“First, I want to taste.” He slid down, kissing his way between her bare breasts and giving a bite to each n****e. He groaned. Even her flesh seemed to give off the flavor of peaches.

“Taste?” She looked adorably confused, and Adam had to smile.

“Yes, love. I want to lick your wetness up from between your thighs and f**k your tight little cunt with my tongue. I’d bathe in your scent, if I were completely honest with you. It’s heavenly. Peaches. Ripe and wet like they’re being baked in a cobbler.”

He’d said that to her before, but he couldn’t remember when. The memory was as fleeting as all memories were, because he was pretty sure this was a dream—a dream he could live in if it was up to him.

“Oh. Okay.” Her thighs widened for him, and he took another blissful whiff of the air that seemed almost too sweet with her fragrance. He hadn’t been lying. He didn’t care how feminine it would be to smell like her. He would lap it all up and bottle the extra for future use.

He kissed down the smooth plane of her stomach, nipping a tendon here, licking along the outline of one rib there until he was all too greedy. When he got to her belly button, he dipped his tongue inside it, feeling as her skin quivered beneath his touch and her hands shot out to filter through his thick, jet-black hair. She scraped her nails gently against his scalp, her back arching a little before he settled his shoulders between her legs. Drawing her thighs over him, he lowered his head further, pulling her labia into his mouth so he could suck the wetness off them like dew from a leaf after daybreak.

The more he took from her, the more he wanted until she was clenching around his tongue as he was f*****g her with it. Like all dreams, everything had that hazy, far-away feel to it, but as soon as she cried out for him and squeezed her thighs around his head, he knew he had her and shot up from his position. Placing the head of his c**k at her entrance, he slid in on a muffled groan, taking in every pulse of her as she continued to come for him.

She was wet and tight around him, pulsing like a waning heartbeat about his thick mass. She squeezed so tightly it was a miracle he’d been able to get inside her at all. If he’d been human and with his thickness, he might have been bruised.

With Quinn cinched tight around him, he was barely able to move, but he tried. Kissing her neck to soothe her, he felt her loosen around him eventually, though she was still devastatingly tight. He leaned down, kissed her lips once, twice, then pulled out and—

The alarm went off.

“f**k,” he muttered. His eyes popped open, and it was the worst possible time, but he figured it was always inevitable that you woke up from a decent s*x dream before you got to the best part.

And probably just as well he didn’t get his nut before the alarm went off. Quinn was still asleep in bed, and he wouldn’t want to wake her up from a sound sleep if he’d made a mess and the sheets needed to be changed.

“Off to the bathroom I go,” he uttered as he looked down at the erection that was straining at the thin material of his boxers.

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