Page 14 of Quintus

She trembled, her hips rocking upward, grinding against his hard length as he sucked her taut tip into his mouth. His hand glided between her legs, his fingers delving into her slippery folds. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking wet for me. He questioned going further, aware she still kept secrets.

“Quintus, yes…please,” she begged.

“Ah, bella.” Just one little taste. Quintus delved a thick finger into her tight core, stretching her.

“Oh my Goddess…I…I…” Gabriella arched her back, her hips tilting into his hand as he fucked her pussy.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” His primal instinct urged him to bite her but he resisted.

“Please…ah yes,” she cried as he drove another digit inside her tight channel.

As he drove his fingers inside her, his rigid shaft ached, yearning to make love to the enticing witch. Quintus’ mind spun in arousal and he fought the impulse to drink her blood. Do not bite her. Do not fuck her. This will only complicate things. Control, Quint. Get fucking control.

In the split second he’d regained his will, Gabriella speared her fingers into his hair, pulling him to her breast, and his fangs nicked her skin. Her sweet blood trickled into his mouth and he sucked at her essence. Gabriella screamed his name as he relentlessly penetrated her hot core, his thumb flicking over her swollen clit.

“No…don’t stop. Please,” she cried as he licked over the wound, lifting his head.

Quintus, determined not to fuck up the situation any further than he had, placed a kiss to her breast, and reached for the edge of her robe.

“What are you doing?” Gabriella panted.

“We can’t. As much as I want you, we can’t do this. It’s not right.” Quintus shoved off the bed, cursing in pain. He sucked a breath and adjusted his throbbing dick. Fucking idiot. Now look what you’ve done.

“Quintus.” Her eyes filled with moisture as she protectively wrapped her arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry, Gabby. You need to eat something. I’ll be right back.” Detecting rejection in her eyes, he turned his back to her. He should have never touched the witch. With the taste of her blood on his tongue, he’d forever crave what he couldn’t have.

As he walked out of his room, he didn’t look back. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t simply take what he wanted without remorse. Gabriella had come into his life, igniting a fire that should have stayed dimmed.

Quintus bounded down the stairs, plowing his fingers through his thick hair. Jesus, he couldn’t resist the attraction to the brunette beauty. He struggled with the temptation, aware he’d sworn to protect her.

A laugh from the kitchen drew his attention from his spiraling thoughts. Viktor. As Quintus rounded into the kitchen he caught sight of his brother leaning toward a pretty young brunette. Ravenous, the sight of the donor should have pleased him, yet anger coursed through him instead. She was not the one he craved.

“No playing with the food, Viktor. She’s mine. If you want some, get your own.” Quintus looked to the woman and pointed to the hallway. “Second door on the left. Sit on the red sofa, not the white leather.”

“Ah, specific as always. Ever the master.” The corner of Viktor’s mouth drew upward in a wry smile.

“In a world full of chaos, we fill the void with rules.” Quintus snapped his fingers and the woman jumped to her feet, her eyes wide as he raised his eyebrows. “Be quick. I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Jesus, Quint. Could you treat this anymore like business? Feeding is for pleasure as well as sustenance.”

“Eating is pleasure. You enjoyed the eggs, didn’t you?”

“Don’t be an asshole. You need to make it pleasurable for her. Even a cold-hearted bastard like you wouldn’t hurt a donor.”

“I don’t need advisement on this.” Quintus carefully watched the girl as she entered his office, and continued speaking to Viktor. “Gabriella is upstairs. I need you to help me with something.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want me touching the witch.”

“I’m not asking you to bite her, asshole. She needs something to eat. Now,” he growled.

“This is exactly why you shouldn’t harbor humans without a nanny.”

“Humans aren’t children. Besides Gabby’s a witch and she doesn’t need a babysitter.” Quintus rolled his eyes, and opened the pantry. “She needs food. Maybe…oatmeal? It’s nutritious, right?”

“Sort of.” Viktor shrugged. “What the hell do I know?”

“Good enough for now. I’ll get her a proper meal when we get to New York.”