“I know.” He chuckled again. “Do you want more?”
Her head moved against his shoulder, but he wasn’t sure if it was a nod or a shake. “Words, little wolf. Give me your words.”
“Yes. Please. More.”
He slowly pushed a finger into her warm wetness. They groaned together, and she panted against him, clinging to him like he was all that held her to this earth.
“You feel like perfection, Delaynie,” he whispered into her hair. She mewled softly in answer, writhing on his lap.
He didn’t stop her this time. Instead, he grazed her clit with his thumb, mind splintering at the way she jolted in his grip.
“Oh, gods?—”
“Let’s keep them out of this, shall we?”
He settled into a languid pace, like he had all the time in the world. Her breath hitched higher and higher, coming in short pants as she ground against his lap. He was so sensitive, the world so bright, he could fucking come just from this. Pleasure curled around the base of his spine.
Not yet. He wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
He pulled his fingers from her. She stilled, whining again, and he chuckled into her hair.
“I know, little wolf. I’ll give you what you want.” She leaned back from his chest, finding his gaze. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils nearly consuming all the blue, her face more flushed than he’d ever seen it.
Her lips parted when he lifted his hand—the one that had just been between her legs—to his lips.
Fuck, she tasted sweeter than even he’d imagined. He couldn’t allow himself to daydream about anything more, but he fucking prayed to all the gods that she would let him taste her for real one day.
Gripping her thighs, he twisted her in his lap. Her legs fell to either side of his hips, feet resting on his knees. Her chest brushed his, auburn hair draping around them like a curtain. He pressed her down against him, grinding her on his cock.
“I’ll make you come,” he said, “but I want you to feel what you do to me when I do.”
She was silent but braced her hands on his shoulders.
When she started to move on her own, he couldn’t suppress his groan. His head hit the wall behind him, eyes feathering with bliss.
He held her gaze as he slid a hand back to her center, slipping beneath the lace of her underwear. She shuddered, collapsing forward against his chest.
Her sweet wetness dripped over his hand as he worked her back to the brink. The world around them faded away. Forgotten was their mission, the pirates, this soiree. All he knew was her.
Pleasure coiled down his spine. Delaynie gasped, her body clenching around him.
When she shuddered apart, grinding down hard on his lap, he couldn’t hold on to his control any longer.
His release burned through him, tearing apart every carefully placed boundary he’d tried so desperately to maintain. He didn’t know how long it lasted, how long it was until the world settled back around them, panting in each other’s arms.
“Are you okay?”
Delaynie nodded against his chest, her breath still heavy. Quentin dragged his hand up her spine, relishing in all her smooth skin, in the way she shivered beneath his touch.
His gaze drifted over her shoulder, out into the room beyond.
Reality hit him like a battering ram when he met Varyn’s sharp stare. The pirate lord’s expression was unreadable, though the corners of his lips were pulled up into a smirk.
Despite the pleasure still curling through his veins, rage swelled in Quentin’s chest. Rage that something that should have been special for Delaynie was being turned into a sick sort of test. Rage atallof this. At all the games that man was making them play.
The worst part?
Quentin wasn’t sure if they’d won.
