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"Come inside me," I beg. "Please, Dean. Fill me up. Want to feel you come, want to feel your cum dripping out of me!"

"Fuck…" He slams into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go, and I feel him pulse inside me.

The sensation of his cock throbbing, of his release flooding me hot and thick, triggers my own orgasm. I clench around him hard, my whole body shaking, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense my whole body writhes and arches off the bed.

"Dean!" I cry out, muffled by the mattress. "Oh god, Dean—"

He grinds into me as we both ride it out, his hips making small circles that prolong the pleasure, milk every last bit of sensation from both of us. I can feel his cum inside me, so much of it, coating my walls, claiming me from the inside out.

Finally, we both go limp. Dean collapses against my back, both of us breathing hard, hearts pounding, still connected. His lips find the space between my shoulder blades, pressing gentle kisses there that contrast sharply with the violence of what we just did.

"That was fucking great" he starts.

"Yeah," I agree. "Yeah, it really was."

Eventually, he pulls out and I feel his cum immediately start to leak out of me, dripping down my thighs. Dean makes a satisfied sound at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," he murmurs. "Seeing my cum dripping out of you. Knowing I claimed you."

I should probably go clean up, should probably think about the implications of everything that just happened. But Dean helps me roll over and pulls me against his chest, wraps his arms around me like he's never letting go.

"Let me stay here tonight," he whispers into my hair. "Don't go back to sleeping alone."

"Okay," I whisper back, already half-asleep, utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

Chapter 12 - Wraith

Quinn whispers okay, and I feel her body relax against mine, utterly spent, wrecked in the best possible way. And I did that. I made her feel like this, safe and satisfied so thoroughly she's already half-asleep in my arms.

The sex was mindblowing. Holy fuck. I've had sex before, obviously, been married, know my way around a woman's body, but nothing, absolutely nothing has ever come close to what just happened. Quinn's a curvy goddess, generous curves and this confidence in her own body that made every touch feel like a revelation.

And the way she took me… Jesus Christ, the way she took my cock like she was made for it, begged me to fill her, told me she was mine, I'm already half-hard again just thinking about it.

I'm going to want this at least twice a day. Minimum. Morning and night, maybe afternoon too if I can manage it. The thought of having regular access to her body, to this connection we just discovered, makes something possessive and primal unfurl in my chest.

She's mine now. I claimed her, marked her, filled her with my cum until it was dripping down her thighs. And she let me. Wanted me to. Begged for it.

I press a kiss to her forehead and she makes a small contented sound without opening her eyes. Her hair is everywhere, wild and tangled from my hands, and there are marks on her hips from my fingers that are going to bruise beautifully by morning.

"We should probably talk," I say, even though part of me wants to just let her sleep, wants to hold her like this and not complicate it with words.

"Mmm." She shifts slightly, tilting her head up to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, sated, but there's wariness there too. "Talk about what just happened?"

"Yeah. About what this means. What we're doing."

She's quiet for a moment, and I watch her process, watch her brain come back online after being thoroughly fucked into oblivion. "What do you want it to mean?"

"I want it to mean everything," I admit. "I want you, Quinn. Not just for tonight, not just for sex. I want this to be real. A relationship. You and me and Mariah, figuring out how to be a family."

Her eyes go suspiciously bright. "You mean that?"

"I don't say things I don't mean. You should know that about me by now." I trace patterns on her bare shoulder with my fingertips. "But we should probably take it slow with Mariah. Not lie to her, but maybe not announce that you're my girlfriend after two days either. Let her adjust to having you here first, let this become normal before we add another layer to it."

"That's smart," Quinn agrees. "Give her time to get used to me being around without the pressure of understanding what we are to each other."

"Exactly." I pause. "You okay with that? With keeping this between us for a little while?"

"I'm okay with whatever you think is best for her. She comes first, Dean. Always." Quinn reaches up and touches my face, fingers gentle against my jaw. "But when we do tell her, when the time is right, I want her to know I'm not going anywhere. That I'm choosing both of you, permanently."