Blind Date With A Bear(30)

His fingers tightened in her hair painfully, holding her still. With another low growl, he ordered her to suck him and pushed his hips up, demanding that she take him as deep as she could. After only a few deep-throated strokes, she knew he was coming, could feel the tell-tell signs. His cock growing against her tongue, the tautness of his thighs beneath her hand. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to take her as he needed.

“Fuck.” Quinn moved his hips in short, shallow thrusts, bringing on his release. She swallowed his seed, the flexing of her throat muscles adding to his pleasure, the sensations more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. His hips jerked, moving in and out of her mouth.

When he was done, he lay unmoving against the blanket, the cotton fabric twisted and torn beneath his right hand. His claws had emerged as he’d poured himself down Paige’s throat.

“Paige.” He couldn’t find the words to tell her how good she’d made him feel. The hand in her hair trembled and he let go of the silken strands, carefully retracing his claws. He put his forearm over his face. “Oh, hell.”

Paige leaned back on the blanket beside him, watching the deep rise and fall of his chest. His t-shirt had twisted around his torso and stretched across his rock hard chest. His cock lay against his stomach between the open zipper of his jeans. He was still hard, even after his orgasm. A small smile of smug satisfaction curved her lips. He’d given her pleasure and she’d returned the favor.

“Come here.” His arm lifted from his face and she got the first real glimpse of his eyes. They were golden brown and glowing. His arms reached for her, pulling her down on top of him. Before she could protest, he’d rolled them over until he was on top, his large body covering hers. His jeans still riding low on his hips. Unbelievably, she felt the full, hard press of his cock high on her hip.

“I want to make you mine.” Quinn’s breathing was ragged and his body ached. Ached to take her. Mate her. He prayed she agreed.

“I know.” Sexual need made her eyes a dark, languid green. In their depths, he saw her want as well.

Quinn’s mouth covered hers, his tongue licking the inside, as he tasted his release. Hers was still in his and their flavors mingled together and made them both groan. His hand yanked her leg against his hip. He needed her. His bear demanded her. Pushing her dress out of the way, he stroked her slick center. He knew he hadn’t prepared her enough for his possession, but he didn’t think he could pull back.

Gripping his throbbing dick, he placed the head against her pussy. His fangs dropped and he buried his face in the side of her neck, licking the silky skin. Her scent was stronger here than any other place on her body. It was the place shifters most often marked their mates. Every male wanted his bite visible, a warning to others not to touch. He was preparing to sink his cock and teeth into her softness when the clang of the elevator echoed across the unfinished level. The sound sliced through the warm air. His bear instinctively forced itself to the surface to protect its mate.

His body covered Paige in a protective hunch. When his brothers stepped from the elevator, the animal inside of him let forth a savage roar. Unmated males.

Ryland and Ryker stopped, taking in the scene with one swift glance. Their brother lay between his woman’s splayed thighs, the breeze blowing the smell of sex their way. Quinn’s eyes had shifted, turning into a solid layer of gold.

“Shit.”

“Double shit.”

Both bears lowered their eyes and held up their hands as they eased backwards. As they stepped back into the elevator, their attention focused solely on their brother. Ryker pressed the controls to take them down and they held their collective breath until the car started to descend. If their brother had charged…

After a moment, they turned to look at each other, grinning. Without a doubt, their big brother had found his mate.

Quinn’s breathing was still harsh when he turned his gaze back to Paige. She lay beneath him, trembling. Shit and double shit, he breathed using his brothers’ curses. He rolled to the side and jerked his jeans up to stop himself from taking her. “Come here.” He cushioned her head against his flexed bicep, cupping her face. “I’m sorry, Paige. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Paige breathed in through her mouth, her heart pounding at the scene that had just unfolded. If she wasn’t mistaken, Quinn had partially shifted. And had been about to fuck the living daylights out of her. Not necessarily in that order, of course. She didn’t know which upset her most. The fact that he’d almost turned bear, or the fact that his brothers had interrupted them. Comfort and warmth lay beside her, passion and protection, love and laughter—all the things a woman cherished. All the things she wanted to keep forever. She relaxed in his embrace. “You didn’t scare me.”