Page 30 of Wraith’s Promise

I lean down and kiss the outline through the fabric, feeling it throb against my lips. Dean's hand comes to my hair, not pushing, just holding, threading through the strands like he needs to touch me.

"Quinn," he breathes. "Fuck, you're going to kill me."

I look up at him through my lashes. "That's the plan."

I hook my fingers into his boxers and pull them down slowly, revealing him inch by inch. His cock springs free, thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper, wrapping my hand around the base. My fingers don't quite meet. "You're bigger than I thought."

"Is that a problem?" There's uncertainty in his voice, like he's actually worried I might not want this.

"Not even close." I stroke him once, root to tip, and watch his eyes roll back slightly. "I fucking love it."

I lean down and lick the bead of precum from his tip, tasting salt and musk. Dean groans, his hand tightening in my hair.

"More," he says. "Please, Quinn. More."

I take just the tip into my mouth, sucking gently, swirling my tongue around the head while my hand works his shaft. He's so thick I have to open so wide I can feel my jaw stretching.

"That's it," Dean encourages, voice strained. "Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible."

I slide down further, taking more of him, inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat. I gag slightly. He's thick enough it's a challenge, but I breathe through my nose and push past it, taking him deeper.

"Holy shit," Dean gasps. "Quinn, you don't have to—oh fuck—"

I pull back just long enough to say, "I want to," and then I'm deepthroating him properly, nose pressed to his pelvis, saliva starting to dribble down the corners of my mouth.

Dean's other hand joins the first in my hair, both of them gripping now but still not forcing, just holding on like I'm the only stable thing in his world. His hips start to move, small shallow thrusts that drive his cock deeper into my throat.

"You're taking me so well," he pants. "So fucking well. Look at you, choking on my cock like you were made for it."

The dirty talk sends heat straight between my legs. I'm soaked already, have been since I watched him fight those Vipers this morning, which feels wrong, getting wet from violence, but he was protecting me, protecting his daughter, being exactly the kind of man I've spent my whole life looking for.

I pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, and look up at him. His pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving, his hands still tangled in my hair.

"I've been wet all day," I tell him. "Since I watched you take down those men. Since I saw what you're capable of when someone threatens what's yours."

"You liked that? Watching me fight?"

"I loved it. Loved seeing you protect your family. Loved seeing how strong you are, how controlled even in violence." I stroke him slowly, base to tip. "It made me want you so badly I could barely think straight."

"Fuck, Quinn—"

I hop off the bed before he can finish, and his eyes track my movement. I pull my shirt over my head slowly, letting him watch, then shimmy out of my sweatpants, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

"Come back here," Dean says, voice rough with command.

"In a minute." I climb back onto the bed but this time I position myself differently, on my hands and knees, back arched, giving him the perfect view of my ass while I take his cock in my mouth again.

I want him to see what he could have. Want him to imagine fucking me from behind, hands gripping my hips while he pounds into me hard enough to leave bruises.

"Jesus Christ," Dean breathes behind me. "Quinn, your ass…"

I take him deep again, moaning around his cock, and the vibration makes him curse. His hands come to my hips, not pulling me toward him but just touching, gripping, claiming.

I work him with everything I've got. Tongue, lips, throat, no hesitation, no holding back. I bob up and down on his cock, taking him deeper each time, gagging and drooling and loving every second of it.

"Quinn," Dean groans, hips starting to thrust up to meet my mouth. "Fuck, I need to fuck you or I'm going to explode in your mouth right now."