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What my pussy wants, my pussy gets.
“Aria, you’re not thinking clearly,” he warns, his voice strained as he takes a step back. Oh, I love how he backs away from me. “Your heat is clouding your judgment.”
Is it though? I think I’m thinking pretty fucking clearly.
I advance on him, swaying my hips seductively. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Quinn, and what I need.”
He backs away until he hits the wall, trapped by my approaching figure. I press myself against him, relishing the feeling of his hard body against my fevered skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest as I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent of lavender and bergamot.
I love the scent of lavender.
“You smell so good,” I purr, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. “I bet you taste even better.”
His hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. For a moment, I think he’s going to push me away, but then his lips slam onto mine. The kiss is fierce and hungry, a clash of teeth and tongues as Quinn’s resolve shatters. His hands roam over my naked body, caressing every curve and stoking the flames of my desire higher. I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips against his, desperate for friction.
He spins us around, pinning me against the wall with his solid frame. “Fuck, Aria.” He groans, his voice rough with need. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Show me,” I murmur, my hands reaching behind me to fumble with his belt buckle. “I want to feel all of you.”
“So eager,” he whispers, pressing against me. His hot breath tickles my skin as he presses himself against me, his lips hungrily sucking at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. I can feel his alpha instincts taking over, and it only makes me more eager. I picture him bonding me in this very position, rutting me from behind with unbridled passion. The thought elicits a primal whimper.
“Quinn,” I whine like the hussy I am.
My hands slam against the wall as I pant. His chuckle is almost rude. “Need something, angel?”
The endearment does something to my entire being. My body lights up from the inside out, and my need doesn’t just ramp up, but goes to a hundred really fast.
My knees buckle, but that’s okay, because Quinn catches me.
In a flash, his clothes are gone, and we’re skin to skin, a tangle of heated limbs and gasping breaths. Quinn’s hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard length presses against my soaked entrance, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment.
“Please, Quinn,” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
With a primal growl, he sheathes himself in one powerful thrust.
My head slams back against the wall as a cry of pure ecstasy rips from my throat. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me so completely, is almost too much to bear. Quinn sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that shakes the walls. Each thrust hits that sweet spot deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my entire being.
With every powerful thrust, waves of pleasure course through me. I lean my head against the wall and surrender to the intense sensations, my mouth hanging open on a silent cry of ecstasy. Quinn’s lips and teeth leave marks on my neck, his possessive growls rumbling against my sensitive flesh.
He doesn’t bite me, doesn’t bond me. He gently fills that craving by nicking my flesh and driving me higher.
“That’s it, angel,” he rasps out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Take everything I give you. Your perfect little pussy was made for my cock.”
His filthy words only heighten my arousal. I meet his thrusts eagerly, rolling my hips to take him impossibly deeper. The obscene sounds of our coupling fill the room—the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of my overflowing wetness, and our mingled moans and grunts of pleasure.
“You want my knot, angel?” He slows his thrusts, sweat coating our flesh as he grabs me and carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down.
“Please, alpha,” I beg.
“Present for me,” he demands harshly.
The haze clouding my vision has me rolling over, uncaring of how much I’m exposing myself to him. All I can think about is his knot pressing inside me and filling me so completely that it drives my every movement.
Spreading my legs, I press my chest into the mattress, letting him see the slick dripping out of my core and down my thighs.
Quinn’s breath catches at the sight of my glistening folds. “Fuck, you’re dripping.” He groans appreciatively, gripping my hips possessively. “Such a good little omega, so ready for your alpha’s knot.”
I whimper needily, wiggling my hips in desperate invitation. The ache inside me is all-consuming, a yawning emptiness that only he can fill. “Please, Quinn,” I beg shamelessly, too far gone to care about pride. “I need it. I need you.”
