I run my hands up Quinn’s sides, and she shivers, her inner muscles quaking with the movement. I need to get my ass off her, but I don’t want to move. If I didn’t need to feed her, we could stay in bed all damn day and night.
Eventually, I get the strength to pull out of her and move over to the side. Quinn shifts with me, curling her knee up over my leg and laying her hand on my chest. Cuddling isn’t my thing, but of course, Quinn breaks every fucking barrier I thought I had, and I pull her even closer. I love the way her skin feels against mine, and I don’t even care that my dick is still hard. She came twice, and that is more gratifying than getting off again.
When she nuzzles even closer, her knee bumps into my cock, and she tilts her head down, examining me, then lifts her head off my chest. “Did you not get to…or is that a vampire superpower?”
“Must bemysuperpower.” I arch one eyebrow. I’m not going to be the one to tell her most vampires have the ability to control blood flow to their dicks. I’ll let her think it’s just me. Not that I would ever let another vampire near her anyway.
With her eyes locked on mine, Quinn bites her bottom lip and skates her soft hand down my body until her fingers wrap around my base. Fuck, this woman might as well have me by the balls. “Is this okay?” she asks me.
“Your hands are on me and you want to know if it’s okay? Absolutely, anytime you want.”
“Anytime?” She quirks a brow. I just nod because she’s backing away from me, crawling down the bed.
“So if I want to slide my hand in your pants under the table at lunch?” I nod again, her face is dangerously close to my dick. “What if I slapped your ass when you were walking down the hall?” She’s smiling, so I know she’s just teasing.
“If the mood strikes you,” I agree easily. Quinn’s eyes get a mischievous glint before she leans down and takes me into her mouth. I fist the sheet instead of her hair, because I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t know how in control of myself I’m going to be if she keeps flicking her tongue on the underside of my cock.
I’m going to come embarrassingly fast. Her mouth is just as hot as her pussy, and she really seems to enjoy having me at her mercy. When she brings her other hand up and cups my balls, I have to grind my teeth and fight to stop myself from coming, but it’s useless. I’m fighting a losing battle. She pulls back just a few moments later and wipes the side of her mouth. With a glare, Quinn says, “A little warning might be nice.”
I reach for her arms and drag her up until she’s draped over me. “I never said I was nice.” That earns me a scowl, but she lowers her head to my chest and lets out a contented sigh while snuggling her body as close to mine as she can get. I stroke my fingers over her hair and back, listening to her heartbeat slow to a steady thrum.
Chapter 11
Evan
None of the kids say a word as I lock each containment room door. A very small part of me feels guilty that they accept their fate so easily. Most of these kids came from places where being locked in a room alone was a punishment that would have been welcome.
Letty is near the end of the hall, talking with another member of the security team. The set of her shoulders says she’s anxious, but you would never know it from the casual way she’s chatting, and her scent isn’t giving anything away either. She must be fairly powerful to be able to mask herself, or at least very self-aware.
Once we arrived back at the school, a few of the people on the security team congratulated her on finding the kids. She deflected most of the praise but was gracious about it.
“What’s up, man?” Paul saunters up to my side. I peer over at him, making sure my features aren’t giving away my emotions. Masking is second nature to me. When you grow up with a family like mine, it’s a necessity.
“Anybody put together a schedule for who will be down here?” I get right to the point. I need to know who’s going to have access to these kids in my absence. My bear doesn’t care about anything other than getting back to Quinn.
“Not that I know of. You want me to set something up?” He’s watching me carefully.
“No, I want you to call Wes down. I’ll do the schedule myself. Have they gotten around to installing the cameras down here yet?” I glance at the corners and ceiling, but I don’t see anything. I’ve been pretty distracted, and before Quinn, I would have known the answers to these questions.
“I’ll tell the tech kid he needs to make it a priority,” Paul tells me, then adds, “You mated?” like that’s what’s really important.
I don’t like him asking me about Quinn, especially when I don’t even know where I stand with her. She did hug me though. Fucking best feeling I’ve had all day. She wasn’t upset with me either, she couldn’t hide her emotions if she tried, so at least I have that going for me. “I did,” I finally respond.
“You don’t look so happy about that. Is it because she’s human?” Paul looks me over, and I realize my arms are crossed over my chest and I’m staring down at him.
“I’m fucking lucky to have her.” I sound like a defensive prick. “What I’m getting really tired of is the shit going on here. We have a kid attack an adult, and a little while later, this?” I wave my hand at all the locked doors.
“This was just kids being kids, they sneak out, hook up.” He shrugs like I’m overreacting, but he doesn’t know that the kids admitted to smoking weed soaked in blood. Who the fuck even came up with the idea to do that? Plus, there’s the issue of where they’re getting the blood and drugs.
“We locked the entire school down because of these idiots. I’m not letting that ‘kids will be kids’ bullshit fly, not this time. I would have rather been other places this morning than looking for this lot.” I’m not ready to tell him about the sippin’, I have to talk to Griff and see who we can trust.
“Yeah, it did go too far,” Paul admits reluctantly. “What do you plan on doing with them? Letty said you might be expelling them.”
“Not sure,” is all I say.
“All right, I’ll call Wes down.” Paul takes a few steps away from me, not that I blame him. I’m not feeling very friendly right now. After making a brief call, he tips his head to me then makes his way over to Letty and the small group still gathered around her.
She glances over her shoulder at his approach, but her eyes stray to me. I don’t avert my gaze. She feigns a smile but looks away quickly, pretending to pay attention to the conversation Paul just joined. Within a few seconds, she shifts so her back isn’t fully to me. My bear pinned her as prey a long time ago, but the move solidifies her position.
