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Hearing my needy plea, he ruts into me harder, losing himself in the raw, primal need that mirrors my own. We’re locked in a fevered dance of desire, our sweat slicked bodies slamming together in time with our pounding heartbeats. Unrestrained by inhibitions or pretense, we are free to explore one another without fear or uncertainty—just pure, unadulterated lust.
The moment feels like an eternity stretched out before us. Bathed in sweat and consumed by carnal need, we move together as one entity, our connection a testament to raw, animalistic desire finally given voice within our joining. As his hands tightly grip my ass cheeks, anchoring us closer still, he whispers, “Aria, take my seed.”
My world is nothing more than one endless orgasm that rushes through me again and again, ruining me for anyone else—happily, I may add.
“Yes,” I whisper desperately, eager for everything he can give me, including his knot pressing insistently against me. His movements become more forceful, taking us higher into this passionate frenzy until there’s no turning back.
Every fiber of me screams in pleasure, and I know there’s only one place left to go—another explosive release waiting to consume us both. The crescendo builds within our twined bodies, a primal dance of desire reaching its peak. We plummet from the precipice into a sea of overwhelming ecstasy, and waves of pleasure course through us as we ride out the aftermath. My entire body continues to twitch.
Our breaths slow down and our heartbeats begin to regulate, but the intensity between us continues to smolder. Being with Quinn feels like finding home, and that is a very dangerous thing.
Don’t get attached, Aria.
That’s a problem for future Aria.
As he tenderly holds me close, he softly whispers, “Now that we are locked together, why don’t you tell me why you are pretending to be something you’re not?”
Well, shit.
If I pretend to pass out, will he call me on my bullshit?
14
ARIA
As I’m stuck on his knot, the passionate haze from our encounter slowly dissipates, replaced by a creeping anxiety. My mind races faster than my heart. How do I explain this mess without giving away too much? The heat from my preheat still lingers, making my skin hypersensitive and my thoughts muddled. The stark contrast between the intense pleasure of moments ago and the fear gripping me now is dizzying.
I glance down, relieved to see the condom still in place. At least we remembered that much in our heat induced frenzy. One less thing to worry about in this mess of a situation.
“Can’t tell you that.” I sigh dramatically, feeling like a contestant on a twisted game show. I am in quite the predicament…and what a knot it is, truly top-notch craftsmanship. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. My body aches with satisfaction and lingering need. “Alas, I suppose I have some explaining to do.”
Quinn gives me this charmingly smug grin that could make even a rock swoon. Ever so gently, he maneuvers us onto our sides on my trusty old mattress that’s seen better days in my equally charming apartment. The scents of bergamot and orange fill the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of the worn bed. The tenderness in his touch surprises me, so different from the roughness I’ve known before. A part of me wants to lean into that gentleness and trust it, but another part screams at me to stay guarded.
“You need to promise me something,” I say, flopping down onto my lumpy pillow. He arches an eyebrow but stays silent, probably wondering what kind of absurdity I’m about to unleash. “You can’t spill the beans to your pack.” The fear of being exposed tightens my chest, and I can barely keep my voice steady.
“Aria,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with concern, “you know I don’t like keeping secrets.” His eyes search mine, trying to understand the depth of my fear.
“I just need you to trust me on this,” I tell him, holding his gaze, my heart racing. The idea of the pack knowing my secret is too much to bear.
He hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. “All right, I’ll trust you on this. But I hope you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me everything soon.”
The relief that spills across my shoulders makes me almost dizzy.
He’s not exactly impressed. Nostrils flaring, he nuzzles into my neck like he’s marking his territory or something. “I’m not sure if I can completely switch off the bond,” he confesses against my skin, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
Well, cue the impending disaster, because I totally forgot about the darn bond. “Oh no, oh no, no, no. This is a disaster waiting to happen,” I mutter, digging my nails into his shoulders out of pure panic. The feeling of his taut muscles beneath my fingers is both comforting and alarming.
“Hey…” He interrupts my mini meltdown, cupping my cheek with a reassuring hand. “Relax. I cut off the bond when I arrived here.” He chuckles softly. “Call me selfish, but I wanted some quality time with you.”
Relief washes over me like a tidal wave. Crisis averted…for now at least.
“Just promise me you’ll keep this between us, at least for a while,” I plead. “I need you to keep up the façade that I’m just your average, everyday beta.” The vulnerability in my voice betrays just how much I need his cooperation.
“I don’t know how long I can play pretend,” Quinn grumbles with a frown before reluctantly nodding. “But for your sake, I’ll give it a shot because I’m dying to uncover whatever has you in such a frenzy. Just promise me that if things get too dicey, we’ll bring in the pack.” He punctuates his point with a playful swat on my hip, a spark of mischief in his eyes. His understanding gives me a glimmer of hope, but the fear still lingers.
My nerves go into full-on salsa mode. Making promises is hard when you aren’t even sure you can keep them, but hey, turnabout is fair play. “I can’t…ugh…articulate…” Words fail me as I try to verbalize the fears lurking in the shadows of my mind.
Quinn simply nods, his warm breath tickling my skin as he speaks. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes.. “Get to know me, trust me, and when you’ve built up enough trust, spill whatever beans you’re comfortable with.” His fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
