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With a feral snarl, he positions himself at my entrance and slams home in one brutal thrust. I cry out in ecstasy as he fills me to the hilt, his thick length stretching me deliciously. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, driving into me with an animalistic fervor that has me seeing stars.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant mindlessly, pushing back to meet his every thrust. The obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my engorged clit sends jolts of electric bliss zinging up my spine.
The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter, my body tensing as I hurtle toward a shattering climax. Quinn’s thrusts become more erratic, his knot starting to swell at the base of his shaft.
“I’m going to fill you up, angel,” he rumbles, his voice a dark promise. “Pump you full of my seed until it’s leaking out of you.”
The thought of his knot locking us together, of his potent release flooding my womb, is enough to send me careening over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. My walls clamp down around him, fluttering and milking his thick cock. Stars explode behind my eyes as I cry out his name like a prayer.
Quinn’s knot swells to its full size, locking us together in a primal bond. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he grunts and growls, marking me with his teeth and tongue.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. The fullness inside me is exquisite, every inch of him pressing against my walls, sending electricity coursing through my body.
Our bodies move as one, rising and falling in perfect harmony. Every time he pulls back, his knot brushes against my sweet spot before sliding back inside me again. I’m on fire, consumed by the sensation of him filling me over and over.
As our passion intensifies, Quinn’s grip on my hips tightens almost painfully. He thrusts harder and faster, chasing his own release as he pounds into me with reckless abandon.
In that moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world. Our bodies are joined together in a raw display of dominance and submission. My omega instincts take over completely as I surrender to him.
With a final cry, Quinn reaches his peak. His knot swells even more as he pumps hot spurts of his seed deep inside me. It triggers another mind-blowing orgasm for me, making my toes curl and my body shake uncontrollably.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as Quinn’s knot pulses, locking us together as he fills me with his potent release. I can feel every twitch and throb of his thick shaft, every warm gush of his seed painting my fluttering walls. The sensation is indescribable—a perfect union of our bodies that transcends mere physical pleasure.
Quinn’s weight presses me into the mattress as he collapses on top of me and rolls us to his side, his chest heaving against my back. His arms wrap around me possessively, holding me close as the aftershocks of our shared climax ripple through us. For a long moment, we simply lie there, basking in the afterglow, our bodies still intimately connected.
My preheat is satiated for now, but all the energy leaves me, and sleep claims me quicker than it ever has before.
23
MALACHI
Something is up. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something is up. The air crackles with a tension I can almost taste. I’ve learned to trust my instincts over the years, and right now, they are screaming at me that trouble is brewing. I scan the dimly lit street, searching for anything out of place, but everything appears deceptively normal.
I trace my thumb across my bottom lip, feeling the roughness of the day’s stubble. Damn, I need to shave. My gaze remains fixed intently on the sprawling façade of Aria’s apartment complex from the confines of our car.
I yank the glove box open, searching for a snack Zane hasn’t eaten. My hand brushes against something soft. I freeze, knowing without looking what it is. Slowly, I pull out the faded blue ribbon. Jane's favorite. The one she always wore in her hair. I close my eyes, memories washing over me. With a shaky breath, I carefully return it to its hiding place and slam the glovebox shut. This stakeout is a disaster, I can feel it. And Aria... God, why does she have to remind me so much of—No. I can't go there. Not again.
Beside me, Zane snores softly. His head is tilted back, resting against the headrest, and for a moment, I envy his ability to find rest in any situation, but I can’t afford to relax, not now. Not when the feeling in my gut is this strong.
I reach over and gently shake his shoulder. “Zane, wake up.”
He stirs, his eyes fluttering open. There’s a moment of confusion before his gaze sharpens, the intensity returning. “Anything?”
“Not yet,” I reply, my voice calm and steady, “but I need you to stay awake, Zane. Remember San Diego? We caught the smallest details then, and we can do it again now.”
Zane rubs his eyes and sits up, peering out the window. “You really think this guy’s coming back?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, “but I trust my instincts, and my instincts tell me we’re not done here.”
There’s a brief silence, the only sound being the hum of passing cars and the distant chatter of early morning commuters. I take a deep breath, steadying myself.
“I’ll call Cayenne,” I say, pulling out my phone. I stole her number from Quinn last night after learning about the shadow Aria saw in her apartment. I hope to hell I’m not chasing some ghost. “Maybe she can access the security cameras from her end.”
Zane nods, still scanning the street. “Good idea. If anyone can find something from nothing, it’s her.”
I dial Cayenne’s number and wait for her to pick up. It doesn’t take long.
“Malachi, what’s up?” Her voice is sharp and alert, even this early in the morning.
