“I’m not so keen on that myself.” Quinn sighed. “Okay, Hazy. No boning tonight. But you’re not going anywhere. Just don’t be surprised if my hard-on jabs you in the thigh all night.”
He wasn’t wrong. My naked thighs pressed against him, and I could feeleverything. The strain of his muscles as he tried to relax, the sharp intake of breath against my neck as his hand accidentally brushed my breast.
My whole body buzzed with sensation. Every touch sent flares of fire through my nerves. Each breath became an erotic art, each groan of the mattress beneath us a tantalizing promise of what could have been.
No way was I getting any sleep in Quinn’s arms.
I was right. By the time the sun peeked in through the window, I was a live wire of hormones and desperation. Quinn must’ve been suffering just as much, because when I tried to adjust my arm into a more comfortable position, my ass rubbed down his rigid cock and he shuddered.
“Fuck this,” he growled, his voice dripping with need.
Before I could say anything. Quinn grabbed my hand and yanked me roughly from the bed. His lips captured mine in a total collapse of willpower, a total abandonment of all sense that left me ragged, breathless, burning for more.
His hands explored my body in the dark, tugging at the flimsy t-shirt, pressing hot skin against skin. His fingers grazed my hardened nipple, and I moaned against his slicing tongue. I was gone. I was his. I kissed him hungrily, not caring about the noises I made, the groans of desperation that Trey might’ve been able to hear.
As we kissed, Quinn lifted me into his arms, carrying me easily across the room. “Where are we going?” I demanded, breaking the kiss to demand an answer.
“Somewhere we can be alone,” he whispered back. I could hear the smile in his voice. “I want to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Quinn grunted as he struggled with the door, but he wouldn’t put me down. He finally managed to yank it open. He carried me down the hall, squeezed through the tunnel, then carried me again down to the pleasure garden. With every step we took away from the school, my longing for him burned ever brighter, until I was an inferno, ready to raze down a forest for another taste of him.
The rising sun warmed the air just enough that my naked flesh responded, sizzling with need as Quinn lifted me through the overhanging trees.
I expected him to go to the grotto, but perhaps he’d read from my expression that Ayaz’s memory haunted that, too. Instead, he pulled me under the crumbling rotunda. In the center was a metal fire pit, the coals cold and raked over. No one had been here tonight.
Quinn.My back pressed against an ancient column, the cold stone doing little to cool my searing skin. I wrapped my legs around him as he slammed his body against mine, pinning me with his need while he attacked my mouth with his.
Danger lurked in every kiss; every caress was another chance we’d be caught. But that only made it all the more exciting.
Quinn tugged off my t-shirt, his hands palming my breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipples as he sought my mouth. His hips thrust forward, grinding against me, in case I was in any doubt just how much he wanted this. Wantedme.
It felt greedy to kiss Quinn like this. He gave me everything I demanded, his body rising to meet mine. I kissed him harder, faster – it was a kiss of the here and now, of the way Quinn lived his life because he’d lost all hope in a future.
For the undead, Quinn’s kiss dripped withlife,with the verve and vivacity and Bacchanalian abandonment that were uniquely his.
He pulled away, panting hard, and dragged a condom from his pocket. “I heard from Ayaz you don’t trust us not to give you a zombie baby,” he grinned as he tugged down his boxers and rolled it on.
A smile crept across my face. I couldn’t find the words to answer, so I grabbed a fistful of his dirty blond hair and pulled Quinn’s face to mine. My other hand drifted over his body, enjoying his tight muscles, the tension in my shoulders relaxing as he held me against that pillar and thrust.
He penetrated me in a single deep stroke. My neck bent back and I howled into the dark. No one but Quinn Delacorte could make me abandon all my senses like this.
Hot. Primal. Desperate. Quinn Delacorte drove into me like I was the only thing tethering him to earth. I wrapped my legs around his back, crossing my heels to lock them in place and pulling him deeper inside me. He held me easily, slamming my body into the rotunda with each thrust. Rough stone scraped my back, but it was nothing on the way Quinn fucked.
An orgasm tore through me like a forest fire. I threw my head back, the scream bubbling in my throat. Quinn’s hand sought my mouth, cupping his fingers across my teeth as I released my rage and heartache into the night.
“Ayaz also might have mentioned you’re a screamer,” Quinn whispered. “I like it, Hazy. I like making you scream.”
He fucked hard and fast, bringing me back to earth and then pushing me toward the stars again. A second, more intense orgasm ripped through me. I was torn in two as Quinn shuddered through his own release, his body trembling against mine as he finished with another searing kiss.
Quinn released me, setting my feet back on the quiet earth. We knelt on the ground, our bodies razed with heat, our mouths still seeking each other.
“Well now,” Quinn helped me to my feet, pulling the t-shirt back over my head. “You’ve had all the Kings of Miskatonic Prep, Hazy. Which one are you going to choose?”
I slapped him playfully around the ears. “Right now, I can’t choose any of you, not while you’re still undead and I’m still bound to be the god’s next victim.”
Quinn didn’t demand further conversation, but his words haunted me as we climbed back through the tunnel and slid into bed opposite a snoring Trey. They pulled my heart in three directions, and I didn’t see how it could possibly end well for any of us.
Would I have to choose? If so, who would it be?
