Quinn looked at me with a trust I’d never known. No one had ever seen me like this, no one but her. Her tether made the truth undeniable.
I lined up my tip in one smooth motion and drove forward.
Chapter 32
Quinn
Ashockofheatjolted me awake; visions of Xan, Cayden, and Rowan tangled into raw, mindless need. I’d been with all of them, and none of them, or maybe one at a time. My pussy pulsed and tried to grip dicks that didn’t exist. Or did, just not right here.
I mewled like a stray cat in heat and ran my hand down my still-clothed body.
“Your talk did not go as expected,” Ezra stated.
His low, stupid, sexy voice added to the flames burning me alive. I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on. I sat up, finding Ezra sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me.
Our eyes locked in the hush as shadows flickered across the tent. Ezra’s purple gaze smoldered, his hands rigid at his sides as if touching me would shatter his control. The stupidly hot mage had been there for me on day one, literally finding me in the gym when I was nothing but skin and bones. He’d protected me. He was a part of everything I wanted.
“I’m so turned on; I’m going to explode. Help me.” It wasn’t romantic, but romance would never be the right word for us.
The shadow mage surged forward and pinned me to the bed. He already knew my weakest spots, and he kissed and sucked every one, stripping both of us bare between breaths. I ran my hands down his chiseled abs and cupped his waist.
“Please, I need you. I’m so empty.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but Ezra snapped his mouth away from my skin and slid his hips to mine.
“It’ll hurt at first, but trust me,” Ezra whispered in my ear.
I grabbed onto his back and buried my face in his shoulder. He nudged my tight entrance, and without giving me a chance to overthink, he slowly slid into me. Intrusive stretching became my world.
“You’re taking me so well, Kitten,” Ezra murmured against my temple. “So tight. So perfect. Trust me.”
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I kept my face buried in his shoulder. His hips connected with mine, and something pressed my clit. A zing of pleasure fought through the new sensations.
“That’s all of me, Kitten. Relax.”
I panted, every pulse of my stretched body making me achingly aware Ezra was inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been. He could break me. He could destroy me. And that terrifying vulnerability was the most intimate thing of all.
“I can make it better, but you need to let go of me,” Ezra said, his voice amazingly gentle.
Slowly, I released his shoulder and did my best to relax on the bed.
Still buried deep, Ezra propped himself on one arm and reached between us to rub my clit. Pleasure bloomed. My stretched walls adjusted, and the pain eased.
I could do this.
He increased the pressure. “I’m going to move now.”
I nodded, and he rocked. My overly stretched channel protested, but he increased the speed on my clit, and the stretch shifted into something more pleasurable. Each thrust added to the new sensation, and the built-up pleasure coursing through me seeped back into my skin. I found my hips rocking with his every stroke, looking for more.
He stopped rubbing my clit, and caged me between his strong arms, and soon his thrusts created a rhythm my body didn’t disagree with.
“I want to kiss you, but you’re so short.” Ezra paused, cupping my cheek.
He thrust again, and pure pleasure filled his face. I loved it. I peppered his chest with kisses. “It’s okay,” I teased. “Next time, Xan can be kissing me.”
Ezra’s gaze smoldered. He pulled out enough that he could capture my lips, bruising and forceful, before filling me once more. This time, the pain was gone. His movements were tender, not the wild passion of the others, but gentle and sweet, so much so it cracked something open inside me, and a tear slipped free.
Ezra stopped. “Have I done—”
I silenced him before he finished his thought. “This is everything I wanted. Don’t stop. You’re not hurting me. Just hold me, just like you were.”
