Page 42 of Wicked Wolf

He grinned, surprised, and then spread her thighs. She gasped when he licked her pussy in one long stroke. She was pink, wet, and ready, but he wanted to taste her on his tongue and have her come before he filled her.

She was seriously one beautiful wolf.

One beautiful witch.

Maybe if he told her that, she’d believe him.

One day.

He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks so he could get a better angle at her core. Her hand in his hair tightened, and he bit down on her clit, his face buried between her legs.

He lapped her up, his body craving her.

“Quinn!”

He bit down on her clit again, and she stiffened before she came. He kept sucking and licking, wanting to take her to the next crest. He wanted her to come over and over until she was nothing but a pile of sweaty Gina, content and mated. It was the wolf in him, and the bastard of a man as well.

When the tremors stopped, he stood up and took her mouth, wanting her taste on his lips. He already had her cream; now he wanted her tongue.

“I love your taste, Gina,” he growled out. He was being honest, just like he said he’d be. If it left him open, then he’d deal with the consequences. “I’m going to want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock, but not right now.”

She licked her lips then smiled. “Eager much?”

He nodded. “I’m not going to last long since it’s been five years and I’d rather come for the first time in you, not down your throat.”

Her eyes widened. “Five years? I forgot you said something like that.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want anyone after Helena left.”

Some of the light left her eyes, and he cursed.

“I didn’t want anyone before you, Gina.”

She shook her head. “Don’t lie to try and make me feel better, Quinn.”

He could still taste her on his tongue, and yet he was already fucking this up. He cupped her face then kissed her hard. “I want you. Not anyone else. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else before because they weren’t worth it. I’d lost my soul, and I didn’t want to risk it again.”

“Yet you’re here with me to save your son, not because you want me. I get that. You don’t have to pretty it up.”

“Shit. I’m doing this wrong. I’m always doing things wrong with you. I want you. I wanted you the first time I saw you. That’s why I was an asshole that day and the rest of the days since. I don’t know what the future holds, and I know we’re going about this backwards, but know that none of this is on you.”

“But you said—”

He kissed her again to cut her off. “What I said before about you being a witch? I was wrong. I pushed you away to protect myself, and I hurt you in the process. I’m so sorry about that. You’re a witch. I got that. You’re going to be my witch.” Her eyes widened at that, and honestly he surprised himself as well.

“Quinn…”

“We’re going to talk about futures and what the next steps are later, I know, but I don’t want you to lie beneath me, have me deep inside you, thinking I hate you. I don’t, Gina. I can’t.”

Her eyes filled, and he sighed.

“I’m sorry I hurt you before. I’m so sorry.”

Her fingers traced his ink again, and he closed his eyes. “I forgive you, Quinn. I don’t know what you went through before, and honestly, I hope I never have to.”

He met her gaze, and it felt like a boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. If he had any say about it, neither of them would go through it. He just had to trust her enough to make that happen. He was beginning to think he could.

“It’s only you and me in this bed,” he said softly, praying he was telling the truth. “Gina, you will be my mate, as I will be yours. Our souls will entwine, and we will be one, if only for a moment. There’s no going back.” He swallowed. “And I don’t want to go back.”