Max was struck motionless by the intensity of Quinn’s focus, unresisting as Quinn rolled him to his stomach. He shivered from the cool air on his back as his sweater was pushed up and over his head. Then his arms were tugged behind his back, trapped there by the sweater. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, the brief flare of panic at being restrained fizzling out beneath the kisses traveling down his spine.
“I bet even Caius hasn’t done this for you yet,” Quinn said, sounding smug as he gave a firm tug on Max’s hips, dragging him to the edge of the bed before sinking to his knees.
Max squirmed, digging his toes against the floor as Quinn’s hands settled on his ass, and then his brain turned to white noise as a hot, wet tongue licked him from his balls to his hole. “Oh my fuck,” he gasped, his eyes rolling back when Quinn licked him again. Then that tongue teased past his entrance and he couldn’t do anything more than make a desperate gurgling sound as his groans stuck in his chest.
Zings and sparks of ecstasy ignited through his body, lighting up all his nerves as if each and every one connected to his ass. He couldn’t speak. Could hardly even remember to breathe beyond the intense pleasure coursing through him. At least until countless minutes later when his toes started to ache.
Finally, Quinn pulled back, leaving Max a gasping, shaking mess of too hot flesh teetering on the edge. His legs were shaking when Quinn maneuvered him back onto the bed, where he sprawled bonelessly on his stomach, his arms still trapped behind him. He might have minded, but he was far more interested in watching Quinn strip and the slow reveal of toned muscles covered in smooth, pale flesh.
Quinn grinned and winked before grabbing the lube from the nightstand. “You good?”
Max tried twice before he got his tongue to work. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Quinn chuckled, crawling onto the bed and settling between Max’s legs. “Did I make you impatient?” He ignored Max’s ass grinding against him in an attempt to urge him on, taking his sweet time with the lube, much to Max’s annoyance.
“Quinn,” he growled, two seconds away from setting his sweater on fire and taking care of things himself.
With a tsk, Quinn gripped Max’s hips and finally pressed into him.
“Fuck, please,” Max whined, tossing his head and arching in pleasure. “Please, please, please.”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Quinn groaned, his fingers digging into Max’s hips and ass as he sank in, inch by slow inch.
It wasn’t enough. The restless itch plaguing him all day grew worse, and being trapped, unable to sink his fingers into hair or flesh, bordered on unbearable. “Quinn.”
Quinn leaned over him, pinning him to the bed and pressing his face against Max’s neck, burying himself completely with a quick, hard thrust. Hot breath washed across his throat before Quinn nuzzled against the mark Caius had left, dragging his tongue across it. “Can I mark you?” When he pulled back to look at Max, his eyes glowed, the faint light unique to shifters shining in their depths.
It was the same glow he’d seen in Caius’ eyes most nights, especially when the alpha was focused on the claiming mark.
“Uh-huh,” he said, hardly processing the words, but anything Quinn asked for right then was fine. “Only if you move.”
Quinn snorted, but he got moving, driving into Max with deep, steady thrusts that blanked Max’s mind with pleasure again.
He promptly forgot what Quinn had asked in favor of begging him to touch him, to move faster and harder, to let him come. The onlyresponse he got was murmured nonsense and soft growls against his neck, but Quinn slid a hand down, grasping Max’s aching cock and giving him something to thrust into. Right before sinking his teeth into Max’s neck, on the opposite side of Caius’ mark.
He jerked at the sharp pain, his eyes flying open with a soundless scream. Max was no stranger to pain, but being bit by a shifter was something else entirely. The pain was temporary and quickly turned to a bright hot spark of pleasure that radiated through his entire body and into his core, like a thread of Quinn’s essence was reaching for Max’s flames.
His magic surged as the thread connected to him, stronger than it’d been when Caius bit him. There was an answering pulse as the magic Rían set in the foundation and amulet flared in response, channeling and diffusing the burst of excess energy before it could set the entire room ablaze.
Quinn tightened his grip on Max’s cock and stroked faster, matching the speed of his thrusts, until Max tipped his head back with a loud cry as he shuddered with release. Quinn followed a few thrusts later, pulling his teeth from Max’s shoulder with a sharp growl as he came.
Max’s body turned liquid, small tremors of pleasure curling his toes, though it wasn’t long before his arms and shoulders started to protest his position. “Arms,” he slurred.
“Fuck, sorry.” Quinn groaned as he pulled out before guiding Max’s arms free of his sweater. Then he rolled off the bed and disappeared into a bathroom before returning with a warm cloth to wipe them both down. “You good?” he asked, sprawling out next to Max.
“Uh-huh.” So good. Afterglow was awesome. He could see why people got addicted to sex.
Quinn chuckled and pulled the blanket over them, hooking an arm and leg over Max before nuzzling against his mark.
His claiming mark.
Fuck. Boundandclaimed by shifters.
Max’s last thought before he passed out was what the hell was his life?
HE WASwoken by a commotion upstairs and burrowed against Quinn’s chest, dread swelling inside him before he fully regained consciousness. He was sure Caius would be pissed, despite saying he was okay with this.
Quinn stirred and tightened his arms around Max. “None of that,” he murmured. “It’s fine, you’ll see.” He rolled away with a yawn and started tossing clothes onto the bed. Once he dressed, he headed to the stairs like he had no care in the world. “I don’t smell sushi,” he called.
