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female and we are naked together, so why not?” kind of way. I was a little awed by the depth of his emotions.
“Backside, please,” I said, motioning for him to turn around. He winked and did as I requested. Lean, hard muscle covered his back, along with a black tattoo in the form of a wolf’s head circled by knot work at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. He had some scarring on his right backside, where a demon’s claws had clipped him. I remembered that fight. We had been ambushed, and Quinten had jumped into the skirmish in front of me.
It seemed he had been protecting me all along, and I never noticed. This would work. It had to.
“All right, I think we can both feasibly recount what the other looks like,” I murmured, turning away to reestablish safe distance.
His hand slid around my waist and pulled my back against him. His erection strained against my rear, and his mouth laid open kisses along my neck. His tongue traced my birthmark, a dark circle with three vertical lines in the center. Deft fingers glided up and cupped my breasts, pinching the already pert areolas.
“And what do we tell them about our first time?” he purred, nuzzling my neck and almost making me forget that Cade could return to my room at any-time since the sirens were no longer blaring.
“That we were out on a mission six months ago, and one thing led to another. That we have secretly been seeing each other for those six months,” I whispered, controlling my voice as his tender ministrations made stirrings of desire gather and throb. His touch filled me with longing, some carnal, some sweet, and I exalted in the hope of more with him.
“How do we explain that you are not with child yet?” he asked with so much optimism in his voice it almost crushed me. He wanted a child? Why had I never known that? Because my world view had consisted only of me, my sins, and my needs. Had I ever stopped to consider what my men wanted?
“We took precautions during intercourse, and you never released your seed inside me.” His hips rubbed his erection along the crease in my rear. My fingers threaded through his hair, keeping his head in place so he would continue nibbling right at that spot where my shoulder met my neck.
One of his hands traveled south and dove betwixt my thighs, tangling in my curls. He rubbed my sensitive nub. Hunger speared my body and served as a bucket of ice water over my head.
“Wait,” I panted, pulling his hands from my body and removing myself from the circle of his arms. This could not happen like this, not while I still had Cade’s stench upon me.
I glanced into his eyes, and the heated desire almost brought me to my knees. Quinten wanted me. His breathing expelled in ragged gasps, his body shuddering in need.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” I hated myself for doing this.
He stepped forward, his hands once more claiming ownership of my body and attempting to pull me close. “But we wouldn’t have to fully lie then. We could go before them with you possibly already carrying my child.”
Fuck, he was right, but I couldn’t yet.
“I can’t. Not so soon after Cade …” I explained and glanced down, hoping I convinced him.
“Fine. I understand,” he bit out and turned from me, angrily covering his magnificent form. I did the same, not bothering with modesty as I dressed in the first pants and shirt I found. Screw Cade and his orders that I remain naked at all times. After tonight, he would never have a say in my life.
Did Quinten believe this was a dismissal entirely? Panic spiked my blood pressure. I went to him, his body partly turned away from mine. My hands gently clasped his face and brought his gaze to mine. My eyes searched his for any clue to his feelings.
“Please don’t be angry. We will … consummate the union. I just can’t when I still have that bastard’s stench on me. And I want the Council to approve it first. I don’t know what I would do if the Council ordered your
“Backside, please,” I said, motioning for him to turn around. He winked and did as I requested. Lean, hard muscle covered his back, along with a black tattoo in the form of a wolf’s head circled by knot work at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. He had some scarring on his right backside, where a demon’s claws had clipped him. I remembered that fight. We had been ambushed, and Quinten had jumped into the skirmish in front of me.
It seemed he had been protecting me all along, and I never noticed. This would work. It had to.
“All right, I think we can both feasibly recount what the other looks like,” I murmured, turning away to reestablish safe distance.
His hand slid around my waist and pulled my back against him. His erection strained against my rear, and his mouth laid open kisses along my neck. His tongue traced my birthmark, a dark circle with three vertical lines in the center. Deft fingers glided up and cupped my breasts, pinching the already pert areolas.
“And what do we tell them about our first time?” he purred, nuzzling my neck and almost making me forget that Cade could return to my room at any-time since the sirens were no longer blaring.
“That we were out on a mission six months ago, and one thing led to another. That we have secretly been seeing each other for those six months,” I whispered, controlling my voice as his tender ministrations made stirrings of desire gather and throb. His touch filled me with longing, some carnal, some sweet, and I exalted in the hope of more with him.
“How do we explain that you are not with child yet?” he asked with so much optimism in his voice it almost crushed me. He wanted a child? Why had I never known that? Because my world view had consisted only of me, my sins, and my needs. Had I ever stopped to consider what my men wanted?
“We took precautions during intercourse, and you never released your seed inside me.” His hips rubbed his erection along the crease in my rear. My fingers threaded through his hair, keeping his head in place so he would continue nibbling right at that spot where my shoulder met my neck.
One of his hands traveled south and dove betwixt my thighs, tangling in my curls. He rubbed my sensitive nub. Hunger speared my body and served as a bucket of ice water over my head.
“Wait,” I panted, pulling his hands from my body and removing myself from the circle of his arms. This could not happen like this, not while I still had Cade’s stench upon me.
I glanced into his eyes, and the heated desire almost brought me to my knees. Quinten wanted me. His breathing expelled in ragged gasps, his body shuddering in need.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” I hated myself for doing this.
He stepped forward, his hands once more claiming ownership of my body and attempting to pull me close. “But we wouldn’t have to fully lie then. We could go before them with you possibly already carrying my child.”
Fuck, he was right, but I couldn’t yet.
“I can’t. Not so soon after Cade …” I explained and glanced down, hoping I convinced him.
“Fine. I understand,” he bit out and turned from me, angrily covering his magnificent form. I did the same, not bothering with modesty as I dressed in the first pants and shirt I found. Screw Cade and his orders that I remain naked at all times. After tonight, he would never have a say in my life.
Did Quinten believe this was a dismissal entirely? Panic spiked my blood pressure. I went to him, his body partly turned away from mine. My hands gently clasped his face and brought his gaze to mine. My eyes searched his for any clue to his feelings.
“Please don’t be angry. We will … consummate the union. I just can’t when I still have that bastard’s stench on me. And I want the Council to approve it first. I don’t know what I would do if the Council ordered your
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