Chapter Seventeen
Quinn didn’t haveto drag Luke far before he scooped her up in his arms and ran with her up the stairs and into her bedroom. He’d kicked the door closed behind them, his mouth on hers, creating a frenzied kiss of need and desperation. Her bear roared with approval as Quinn thrust her tongue between his lips, running the tip over his wolf fangs, before slipping past his teeth.
The ferocity of their mouths mating set her entire body aflame. All she could feel, see, taste, touch … was Luke. He was her match in every way. Even though she was a bear and he a wolf, their beasts were equal in strength and spirit.
Luke put her down, and she stood waiting as his fingers fumbled with the zipper on her dress. It was some designer dress her mother had commissioned, but Quinn didn’t care. “Rip it,” she yelled. “Rip it the fuck off.”
She needed all of her skin touching all of his. White fur sprouted on Luke’s hands as he grabbed the back of the dress on either side and tore it apart with sheer brutal force. Silver beads and crystals shot across the room like bullets.
“Awesome,” Quinn said breathlessly.
“No.” Luke cupped her breasts, completely bare since the dress had had a built in bra, and took one nipple between his lips and sucked it hard. “These are awesome.”
Quinn squirmed as her panties felt like they were melting down her thighs. She watched as her magnificent wolf kissed his way down her breasts and stomach until he knelt before her.
“My queen.” He chuckled — dark, sexy, seductive. He licked the fabric between her legs. “Mmm, you are royally delicious.”
She thought she would lose it right then and there. Remaining on her feet was no longer an option as her knees buckled. Luke caught her thighs and held her steady. His tongue laced itself under the white silky panties and slid along the folds of her pussy. Placing his arms against her back, he lifted Quinn until her legs were over his shoulders. He stood, holding her up as if she were light as whipped cream, his teeth nibbling her swollen clit as if she were that sweet foam, and he braced her against the wall.
She threw her head back and cried out with surprise as the top of her skull bashed against the eight-foot ceiling. “Ow,” she said. Then “Ohhh!” as Luke’s fangs grazed her clit again. She rocked her hips forward, wishing the fabric between his mouth and her pussy would disappear.
Luke, as if reading her mind, used his fangs to cut into the fabric, and with a quick jerk of his neck, he ripped her underwear right off.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she murmured, her aching clit grazing against his bearded chin.
“You haven’t seen God yet.” His tongue swiped the folds of her sex, twice. “But you will.” She could feel him grinning against her flesh. “You will.”
He sucked and licked and nibbled her pussy until his face and beard shone with her fluids.
“Feels so good.” She squirmed forward and almost toppled them both, but Luke managed to steady her. How in the hell was he holding her in place? The man was a rock. She grappled with his hair, pulling his face against her. Unexpectedly, something amazing happened. Luke’s tongue slipped inside, and she could feel it, thickening, lengthening, filling her with its lush heat. He began to thrust, his teeth grazing and bumping her clit with every inward push. This gave a whole new meaning to “eating out.”
“Great goddess, Luke. Your tongue is fucking magic.” He didn’t stop what he was doing to respond, thank heavens. The tip of his tongue fluttered against the spot just inside her channel, and her whole body bucked forward and off the wall. “Ahh!” she cried out as the orgasm erupted—the shock of it made her entire body feel electrified.
Luke continued his erotic oral assault, plunging, fluttering, in and out until a second orgasm hit her just as hard as the first. She screamed her pleasure as her hands braced against the ceiling, her body quaking with ecstasy.
After the last bit of her orgasm faded, Luke eased her down and carried her to the bed. “I don’t think you’ve seen God just yet.”
“Pretty freaking close.” She looked at her man, her mate, and couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky she was, but even more, she couldn’t believe he still had clothes on. Quinn crawled backwards up on the bed. “One of us is overdressed,” she said.
Luke gave her a predatory grin. “I’ll remedy the situation immediately.”
He stripped his shirt off, and his chest was just as wowza as Quinn remembered, broad and tightly muscled. His abs looked painted on. How did a man this hot stay single this long?Because he was waiting for us, said her bear, growling.He belongs to us now.
Next, Luke kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. Quinn’s mouth began to water. He held up a finger before he took them down.
“Wait a minute,” he said, then headed to the bathroom. The shower kicked on.
“I don’t want to wait,” Quinn shouted at the end of a giggle. “I’ve been waiting my whole life!”
It was actually closer to two minutes later when Luke walked out of the shower, his body glistening. He’d barely ran a towel over himself, and Artio be damned, he was lickable from head to, well, head, and oh my, what a giant head. His cock was large and thick, and hot damn, it was going to be a tight squeeze. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. But fear had a way of rearing its ugly head at the worst times. Could this really be happening? She’d spent too long waiting for the other shoe to drop, and as it happened, in her life, it usually did. A desperate need overwhelmed Quinn. She needed Luke to combat the foreboding that crawled inside her. She didn’t want to feel anxious. She didn’t want to feel like her happiness could vanish.
“I want you to fuck me, Luke. Make me your mate.”Hurry, hurry, hurry,agreed her beast. Damn. Even her bear was worried that this moment could be shattered.
Slow, sensuously, kissing and nibbling her ankles, her calves, her thighs Luke made his way up her body. He spread her legs, his tongue and mouth sucking her juices.
“I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he said. “For the rest of my life. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.” He crawled over the top of her and held her tight against him. “You are mine, Quinn, and I’m yours, and nothing and no one is taking you away from me. Not now. Not since I passed the point where I can live without you.”
Her whole body felt like a puddle of melted honey in his arms. She wanted him to fuck her. To claim her. To bind them, body and soul, together. “I need you in me, Luke. Luke. Fuck me. Now. I want you inside me so goddamn bad I can’t see straight.” She couldn’t stop the tears that flowed as Luke pressed the head of his shaft against her opening and entered her in one swift motion.
