I lie down while she works through her list, and I know she’s got a list because we spoke of it a few times. I never thought I’d be the lucky bastard to mark off every position, but it’s a challenge I’m happy to try for.
I use all the pillows on the bed, already knowing what she’s going to want, and when she swings around, seeing me holding my cock up, ready for her, the smile I get warms my heart.
“You’re so good to me, Kade,” she murmurs as she rises up so Santiago falls free of her body. And then she turns to face him. “Will you be my first?”
“Without question, bebe,” he says, stalking close to her, then he kisses her the same way we all do, with a desperation and awe that’s impossible to slow.
“You don’t know what I want.”
He holds her face in his hands, kissing her chastely. “Show me.”
Her scent thickens, and I’m glad I’m lying down because my head fucking spins at how the air saturates with her vanilla sweetness. This is the Quinn I know, the confident seductress who underestimates her power but embraces her prowess.
She twists slightly on her way to me, her eyes drinking in Aleksei, who sits with his legs spread as far as they can, his cock starting to harden.
“Enough,” I bark, pointing at where she’s meant to be.
On her way, she gives me her mouth, and like usual, she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Today is no different, despite the lingering aftertaste of them.
Pushing her away, I hold a hand out for her, and she swings her legs over my lap, careful not to touch my bandages. She hovers, and I hook my fingers through her slick, scooping it upward so her asshole is slathered. Using my fingers, I prep her, stretching her tightest hole, but Quinny adores anal, and it’s onlya few moments later she’s slapping my hands away and impaling herself on my cock.
I hiss as she moans, her hips circling, the muscles up her back contracting. Knowing where she wants us to go, I pull her gently, doing it slowly so she gets time to move her legs.
Once she’s settled, her back to my chest, her legs spread wide and open, I start to move slowly in and out as she beckons Santiago.
The moment he starts moving, I stop, giving us all the chance to figure out how we best fit together. And when Santiago hovers above her, kissing her with a hunger that matches mine, pushing inside her body with a confidence betraying their time together, I swear the second the three of us are intimately locked together, something inside me clicks properly into place.
He thrusts in, and I thrust out. We move like we’ve done this a hundred times or more. He kisses her, I suck on her throat and my fingers toy with her nipples. She sings in her pleasure, and I lose myself fucking her. Santiago does too.
And then he knots her. Her body ripples as her climax starts to pull her under. He nearly rips my hair from my head as he pulls me to her throat where Aleksei’s bite already sits. My teeth graze against Aleksei’s bite, and he snarls in warning, but nothing is stopping me from making this wonderful woman mine.
She bears down on my cock so hard as my teeth graze over Aleksei’s bite. As the first tease of her blood hits my taste buds, I hold her hips down and hammer in and out of her body harder. My head falls backward and Santiago sweeps into the space where I was.
Even I feel his mouth echoing through the new connection I share with Quinn. He bites down; Quinn detonates in her orgasm. She shouts out in ecstasy, scrambling between us as weboth unload inside her body, claiming her and fulfilling one of her fantasies at the same time.
As our bond snaps into place, aftershocks sweep through us. It’s hard to describe the feeling, but euphoria and vindication feature prominently.
And nothing has ever felt so fucking right.
Chapter Forty-Six
QUINN
Iwatch Santiago’s fingers trailing down my chest, expecting to see something more than his hand because our bond feels so solid and physical. It clicked into place between one shuddering breath and the next.
“Bebe, I feel you everywhere,” he murmurs quietly so the others don’t wake up.
When I don’t answer him, he tips my head back. His eyes are full of concern.
“I’m good.” I stretch up for his mouth.
He holds back, not letting our lips touch, wanting more of an explanation. I hold his hand in the heaviest spot on my chest, my heart pounding. “I feel you here like this, even when you’re not touching me. But it’s not one hand, it’s three, and it's more weighted than I expected. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sensation, I just didn’t expect to feel you so viscerally.”
He closes the distance between us, a soft growl filling my mouth as his tongue does. He doesn’t need to confirm he, too,feels the same way; he kisses me until I’m dizzy before he shimmies down my body, so his lips fall on the very spot I was pointing at.
The day has been gloomy; the snow hasn’t stopped falling, and the inside of the house is dark despite the early afternoon. I’ve only gotten out of our bed to shower, and my clothes have stayed off. Every part of me smells like them, and they’ve made sure their scent hasn’t faded or rubbed off.
Santiago shuffles up and rolls me over so I’m lying flat on my stomach. He lies behind me, his chest against my back, and he guides one of my legs to bend. His leg follows, and we’re pressed together as close can be.
