“Feel me, Ariana.” He growled at her neck, touching her vein with his ultra-soft lips as he ground slowly against her, catching her with his tip. “Know how much I want you. How much I want to fuck you and make you scream. But we need rules first. We need safe words; for if our play ever becomes unpleasurable, you will say your word and I will stop instantly. Think of a word now, something you would never say in the bedroom. Now tell me.”
“Stone.” Ariana breathed spontaneously before she could even think about it. Undone by pleasure as Quinn ground down upon her again, she arched up into him though she couldn’t escape his ferociously strong, lean body no matter how she struggled – and some deep part of her loved it. “Stone.” She repeated. “Because I hate it when you become a statue and hide your emotions from me. And you? What’s your safe word?”
“I want to sayangel, for that is how I see you,” Quinn smiled now with his dark eyes glittering. “But I think my safe word must beruin– because that is that last thing I want when we are together.”
“Ruin.” Ariana spoke, memorizing both safe words. But Quinn was already past that as he ground down upon her again with a strong move of his hips that had him digging in through the thin fabric of her underwear. As he ground up between her legs, she gasped, arching with pleasure.
Needing so much more.
“We are ready. Tell me, Ariana,” Quinn murmured now as his lips descended back to her neck, kissing her. “Do you want me to fuck you and bite you at the same time? For the scenario you saw in my tortured memory was only heinous because that act is normally so beautiful. Fucking and drinking until we both scream from coming would be vastly pleasurable for us both – and with Lucca’s steadfastness running through your veins right now, I believe we could be successful at it.”
“Successful at what?” Ariana gasped now as she arched up hard into him, roaring deep inside as he bit down gently upon the side of her neck, though not with fangs just yet.
“At leaving our bodies from passionate delight,” Quinn murmured decadently now. “And playing far out in the universe as we come, over and over again.”
“Ohmigod. Yes!” Ariana gasped, entirely wet now as Quinn thrust slowly but firmly up against her again. She needed him so bad it hurt, and with a disastrous chuckle now, Quinn moved his lips over her neck. As she gasped, writhing beneath him, he let his lips part – the twin points of his fangs finally grazing her. As she cried out, he whispered his fangs over her neck, making her arch like a mad thing beneath him. And then he breathed on her skin, his breath scalding in the night.
“So be it.”
Quinn supported himself on one elbow now as he reached down – hooking his thumb in his underwear and ripping them off in one fast go. As Ariana stared at him, fully erect and glorious, she suddenly realized she’d not really looked at him the other times they’d had sex. But she indulged in it now as she heaved with passion, seeing him rise straight and full from a curling of dark hair below. It was pale and perfect as she took in his marble statuesqueness. Made like a god, Quinn watched her with knowing dark eyes, caressing his hand down his fit lower abdomen where it led down in a scintillating, hard v to his beautiful cock.
And cupping a strong hand around his base.
“Do you want this?” He asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Yes!” Ariana gasped, though her gaze flickered back up to him. “But I thought Vampires needed to drink someone else’s blood to get an erection?”
“We do.” Quinn nodded as he caressed himself, watching her with a diabolical delight. “But as a Master Vampire, I can go weeks on a single blood-feeding, though it is still necessary to make me rise.”
“Who do you drink from?” Ariana asked, curious as she reached out, helping him caress himself now as he let her do it.
“I have my willing donors here at the Hotel. They have been an adjunct part of my Dark Haven, Kissed to me for a long time.” Quinn smiled almost cautiously now as she touched him, though his dark eyelashes flickered as he enjoyed her touch.
“Do you have sex with them?” Ariana asked, watching his eyes now rather than his cock, though she kept touching him. Wrapping her hand around him, she grasped him firmly, deeply, pulling and releasing him.
“Sometimes.” Quinn breathed back with a slight groan now, though even as he swayed from her stroking him, his dark eyelashes flickered open and he pinned her with a decadently beautiful gaze. “But I was a Courtier for centuries, Ariana, and Head Courtier here. I have had my fill of sex. Blood-drinking is erotic, but I can drink blood without fucking. What I am searching for is love… and you make me feel that. If my libido rises for any other, you and I will discuss it. For that is what couples do, do they not? Not tread on each other’s emotions for the sake of a sudden lust in the bedchamber.”
“That is what couples do.” Ariana nodded as a deep pleasure suddenly filled her, thinking about having the lusciously dominant and compellingly beautiful Quinn all to herself. It was almost too much; she had no idea how deep his experience went, but it was certainly far deeper than hers.
As if he read her mind, Quinn smiled, moving back into a straddle across her hips and giving her an excellent view as he quietly released her touch from him. Setting both hands to her torso and pressing her back down to the bed, he smoothed his scalding palms lusciously over her bare breasts, treasuring them with his hands and eyes as he went. Easing his hands down her waist, he slid his fingertips beneath her lace underwear.
“May I?” He asked, as Ariana gazed up at him in breathless delight.
“Please.” She whispered.
Quinn’s smile was pure, dark delight as he pressed the backs of his hands down into the bed, sliding her underwear off without her having to lift up. Changing position, he slid her panties smoothly down her legs and had them shucked in a long, slow motion rather than shredding them, tossing them aside on the bed.
They were both naked now, taking each other in by the light of the chandeliers. Quinn was built like a god; but even as Ariana noted how perfectly-sculpted he was, she noticed how her own body was changing from her new magic. Her body seemed leaner than before, yet stronger; as if every muscle had become more cut. She had maintained her fitness routine and diet since coming here, but she suddenly looked like she had been working out for the movie300as she blinked at herself in shock.
“You change like a Vampire when our power opens.” Quinn smoothed his hands down over her hips, smiling at her in delight. “Becoming stronger, leaner, and more lovely.”
“So you weren’t this handsome or ripped all your life?” Ariana quipped as she raised an eyebrow, using humor to hide her cascade of deliciously erotic shivers as Quinn touched her. Though their heat had slowed down a touch, passion still simmered between them, barely restrained.
“Actually, I looked quite different when I was Fae.” Quinn smiled wryly at her question, though his touch was still sexy. “All Vampires change when the Life of the Night rises in them. But Summer Fae darken the most, which is why none of the Summer Fae currently recognize me. I was golden and glorious. My hair was halfway between yours and Lucca’s, a magnificent gold-red, and long. My skin was golden, my eyes russet with flecks of gold. The color green looked spectacular on me.”
“Did your face change when you were Sired?” Ariana asked as she shivered again, loving how he touched her but also cherishing their intimacy tonight.
“Some.” He nodded. “Though I find that if you change enough trappings, no one recognizes you. Place my features in dark Armani suits with short, dark hair and black eyes and almost none of my old Fae comrades recognize me. Lucca is the exception; but he saw me as I was in the process of changing. Stories say Dark Fae do not change much, however – only that they become more beautiful.”
