That stops me dead in my dirty-as fuck-tracks. “What?”
“Yeah, what I have found myself a part of really does defy belief. I won’t waste your time.” She pushes her hips to shove me off, feeling how hard I am and ignoring it in a way that twists my sensibilities into something akin to rejection.
But fuck that. She’s not allowed to reject this bond we share. She also misinterpreted my actions. Admittedly, I didn’t give her a lot to go on.
“I am not going anywhere.” I groan, pushing my cock against her body. The swell of my knot makes the movement ever so pleasurable.
“It’s not really a choice. You’re endangering me by your very actions.” On a soft moan, she returns the pressure with an undulation of her hips.
“Such as?”
There’s a playful grin, marred by a serious look in her eyes. “You don’t think dry humping me against the wall rates high on the scale of things guards-slash-men-slash-Alphas should not do to the fiancée of Sergey Petrov?”
“Him? Pfft. He is an annoyance, Quinn. I’ll start a fucking war as a way of dealing with him.”
She rolls her eyes, highlighting how goddamn pretty they are before getting more serious by the second. “See? This is why I have a staunch policy of no Latinos in my life. Ever. Period. You’re so fucking emotional. Romantically so, or perhaps it's tragically so. Either way, Santiago, your reasoning doesn’t cut it, nor does it change my decision.”
“You think I’m romantic?”
She closes her eyes and thuds her head against the wall, sweet, heated frustration tainting the air. Keeping them closed, she speaks between each little thud. “It doesn’t matter what I think. Don’t you get that? What we were was amazing. What we will be going forward is not that. If you care for me at all, you will walk away.”
I wait for her to open her eyes, and when she does, they’re full of pleading emotion. “The problem is, Quinn, I don’tjustcare for you. You are my Omega. And I’m sure you figured that out the first time you came on my knot. I am not walking away. I won’t ever be able to walk away. And one day, I will bend you over and fuck your ass so hard the truth will spill from your lips, along with desperate begging for me to let you come. Until then, no one will watch you closer and more carefully than I will.
“Now, I’m going to use your bathroom, then spill the contents of my swollen balls over your sheets. When I rejoin you,I am there as your Alpha. My role in your life doesn’t change just because you’re marrying some fucking Russian. Give me your ring. Now.”
It feels like a gamble, and perhaps it is, but perhaps not, because even though I ambushed her life, she doesn’t argue or try to talk me out of it. She slides the ring off her finger without fuss before watching me walk off. I feel her eyes on my back, as obvious as the sun rising in the east.
Each step away is like a nail hammered in to strengthen the foundation of what we share.
Her bedroom is strangely empty of her things. Looking in the walk-in wardrobe, her suitcases are lined up in a neat row, but none of her clothing is unpacked or hung up. The bathroom doesn’t contain any beauty products, and despite Quinn being breathtakingly stunning, her having nothing on any of the shelves or in the drawers starts to piss me off. I helped her with her luggage and saw inside her overnight bags; she had more than enough.
As I step into the bathroom, my mind is full of things I’ll buy for her, but the ache in my knot, the constant throb of my cock, means I start to spoil my Omega differently. Walking naked back into her bedroom, I ruin her neatly made bed, but the intense scent of her, knowing she was naked within the sheets has precome beading.
I don’t need to close my eyes to visualize her, perhaps because I told her what I was going to do, but it feels like she’s here watching me fist my cock. My hand runs up and down my length in long, hard tugs. I twist my hold when I reach the end of my dick before increasing the pressure as I slide my hand back down. A softshtickhas my breathing getting heavier. She’s inside my head, her scent wrapping around me. Sitting up on my knees, I lean one hand against the wall and fuck my fist like I’d like to fuck her. My hips buck, my legs cramp with tension,and the bottom of my stomach pools with pleasure. Without meaning to, I pick up speed, the rocking of the bed adding to the moment. The only thing that would make it better is apparently the one thing I can’t have.
“Quinn.” I groan her name right as my arousal peaks, flooding my system. My knot swells and aches in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her ring falls from my palm, bouncing right into the center of her sheets. My hand beats faster, chasing the peak, and the knife edge I’ve been skirting since I first had her back in the hotel slices through me.
I come so hard I see stars, right over her bed linens, even hitting her pillow. And over his ring, which is as satisfying as climaxing.
Is it a bit fucked up that I masturbated on her bed, thinking of her? It depends which way you look at it.
Would I ever admit what I just did to Ronin or Valentine? No way in hell. Which is alarming in some ways, because previously I’ve shared a lot with them. But I already know I wouldn’t tell them much at all about Quinn. The thought of sharing even my memories of her has my tension rising.
Considering the knot block she has on me, would I shoot my load over where she sleeps or her ring again? Abso-fucking-lutely. And probably as often as possible.
I meant what I said to her. After a shower, I’m going back as her Alpha.
I will protect Quinn with my dying breath. I will do everything in my power to ensure she succeeds at doing exactly what she wants. But it will happen with her knowing, emphatically, that I want it all with her.
This bond of ours isn't finished; it’s only just beginning.
Chapter Twenty-One
QUINN
Ishould be paying attention to the Russian and his kaleidoscope of emotions and reactions. And I am, because I literally find it hard not to stare in wonder at him, but my focus is split in a three-way tie. Never have I been so consumed, and/or distracted, by three men. Three men who are opposites of each other.
It’s an odd sensation, being so attuned to each of them. It’s as natural as breathing. There’s no coiling anxiety inside me because of them, but my world is avalanching because of all the factors outside of our control. In that regard, it feels like there’s an endless number of people, places, situations, and things all conspiring against me.
