Cayden broke their kiss. “I’ve wanted to taste your lips. Not kissing you was driving me mad.” He leaned forward, ran his tongue across her pouty bottom lip, and nipped it. “But I still have rules. I won’t penetrate you. I meant what I said: you will never carry my child.”
“Because of your family?” Quinn asked. “The ones from The Mile?”
Cayden squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his wrist. Quinn gently removed his hand so she could see what he held. Deep burn marks of a rune smoldered against his skin.
Cayden cupped Quinn’s cheek again. “I wanted to protect you, but they found you anyway.”
“We will protect Quinn.” I reached past her and gripped Cayden’s bare shoulder. “I hate to say this, but your family’s one of many who want our Q-tip. She needs us.”
Cayden met my gaze. “We have to find a better pet name. I’m not calling her that.”
Quinn swatted both of us. “Let’s bring the drama down a bit. I’m not that important.”
She was, even if she didn’t realize it yet. Cayden gripped my forearm and squeezed. It was our agreement. Official or not, Quinn was ours now, whatever the world threw at us.
“Look,” Quinn captured Cayden’s cheeks between her palms. “I only care about you. And I’ve, um, waited twenty-four years for this. I can wait a little longer.”
Cayden furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re a virgin?”
Quinn blushed, and Cayden looked past her to focus on me.
“All they do is work her up.” I grimaced. “They don’t even finish her. It’s why she came in my hand with barely a touch.”
Quinn poked my side. “I am quite capable of achieving my own orgasms—”
Cayden didn’t give her a chance to finish that sentence.
Once again, I was a pillar of strength as he captured her lips and explored the woman pinned to my chest. I helped him strip off her shirt before cupping the underside of her small breasts for Cayden to bury his face in. But he didn’t just go for it. He bit the top of one silky mound while his other hand gently flicked her nipples. His gaze flicked to her face, watching her reaction.
I don’t know why I thought Cayden would be sexually repressed, but the creative mage was the opposite. His rune-drawing hands moved over her body, eliciting moans and soft cries. Where I would have applied pressure, he brushed and teased. I suddenly felt like I was very much out of my league, especially in the foreplay department.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Cayden paused. “Or are you going to put some action behind all your words?”
Something heavy and electric uncoiled in my gut at Cayden’s demand. “Where do you want me?” The words slipped out before I even realized I had said them.
Cayden kissed Quinn again. “Lie down.”
I did. No questions asked.
Cayden held out a hand and pulled Quinn to her feet. “Sway, Quinn.”
With her back to him, she did. Cayden ran his hands down her sides, and my gaze moved with her hips. He brushed her taut breasts and hooked his thumbs into her undergarments before sliding them down. She was beautiful, every bit of her. A blush colored her cheeks, and Cayden kissed her backside before guiding her onto my face. I slid my palms along her smooth legs, gripping them before diving into her folds and feasting.
“It’s too good.” She jerked up away from me, only to come down and jerk back again as if she wanted more but didn’t know how to hold still. “Cayden, help.”
She needed a second man to help handle me. Carnal confidence drove me to a high I’d never experienced. Cayden came to us, still dressed, and straddled me with his hand on her hips. He ran them up and down her body, caressing her nipples and coming back down, whispering reassurances that might be doing more for my ego than hers.
He kissed her neck. “Let Rowan feast, baby. I’m here. I’ll guide you through it.”
She lowered herself again, and her sweet nectar connected with my lips. I wasn’t letting her get away this time.
“Ahh, ohh, stop, no, don’t stop,” Quinn babbled, as I ate her. She moved her hips, and this time, Cayden let her, just enough to make the pressure bounce, extending her pleasure. I switched my suckingto licking, which sent shudders up her spine, and spikes of blinding desire through the tether.
“Ride him, baby. Lower,” Cayden directed.
My dick throbbed painfully in my pants, and I pumped against the cloth to get some smidgen of relief.
I knew the heights of Quinn’s need by heart, and as her climax approached, I slid one finger into her slick, tight opening. She tried to wiggle away, and Cayden pressed her back down. My tongue worked her clit as my finger filled her tight cunt. Her orgasm hit us both, and despite my dick still being woefully unstimulated in my pants, I came hard.
