Chapter 346. A Lesson In Sharing

Chapter 346: 346. A Lesson In Sharing

Maisie

My lips pursed, and I placed a hand to Quinlan’s chest as I climbed into bed with him, straddling him as he teased my neck, drawing slowly on my pounding pulse.

The sharp point of his fang was poised there and his hand on me shook with restraint. He was derilious, but he was waiting for my approval. It made me feel warm inside and I suddenly needed to reward him for it.

I swept my hair over my shoulder and he growled deeply at the sight of my neck bared for him.

I braced, fingers twisted in the sheets on either sides of him. "Okay," I whispered.

He shivered, cradling my head gently as he unfastened the rope holding the dress to my shoulder. His hot breath hit my skin as he inhaled, and it was my turn to shiver.

Tension pulled my eyes open when his fingers followed the path of his breath and sensation blossomed between my legs. Goddess, what was he waiting for?

I cried inaudibly as his fangs tore into my neck with a brutality that warred his gentle hands.

Fire erupted along my neck and my knees gave way. The pain pulled fear from me as easily as it did desire, and I felt Quinlan respond to both in quick succession as he grew rock hard under me, his mouth on my neck going savage with fierce need.

"Easy, Quinn," I heard Jericho say, reminding me he was still there.

Quinlan’s snarl of irritation at the interruption vibrated through my entire body, and my nipples pebbled.

But he listened, and his hold on my softened by a fraction. Right before he pulled my blood.

Air escaped my lungs in a rush. For a moment, I hung, unable to think as a torrent of heat flowed through me. Vertigo spun the room, burning traces of desire settling deep and low in me.

My body came alive with a bowed arch and I moaned, nails tearing at the sheets. This was what it was like. So this was what it was like to be ravaged. A sexual high flowed through me. It was so good, I clutched at him, urging him to take more.

But he drew his mouth away from me, panting. Though, his hand only tightened around me with a fierce demand of possession.

"Quinn?" I said, hearing it come from me as a voice dark with hunger.

As if that was all the encouragement he needed, he bowed his head to my neck again, bearing down harder this time. Fire razed my core, not nearly as hot as my blood was as he pulled and pulled.

I felt something leave me. It was my aura pulling from me to settle over him. It was the strangest thing I’d ever experienced, and it felt like I was watching us from out of my body.

It mingled with his, and I wondered if I should be worried that mine was a darker, reddish haze, while his was pure and golden. But the thought dissolved to nothing as the mere brush of our auras against each other was as good as him sliding into me the first time.

Arousal rose, sharp as spikes, and Quinlan let out a low sound that was a mix between a growl and a moan.

And I was suddenly being shifted, Quinlan’s fangs in me retracting to become hungry, soul consuming kisses. He’d pulled us up, and I was sitting against him.

I was expecting it, but it still shocked me when the rip of the gown reached my ears.

The top of the gown dropped off my shoulders and the humid air hit my bare chest. A sweet, piercing ache pulled at my chest as my tender breasts strained for Quinlan’s attention, my spine arching as he stared at them with hungry, black eyes.

A sharp intake of breath pulled my eyes open. Jericho was standing a few feet away, his lips parted, cheeks flushed red. I’d forgotten once again, that he was here.

My gaze lowered to where his fists clenched at his sides, and I couldn’t tell why I mewled next.

Maybe it because Quinlan’s branding-hot hands were pushing the hem of the gown up my thighs. Or maybe it was his teeth sinking into my areola, while his lips latched around my nipple with a hungry, sucking pull.

Or perhaps, it was the bulge in Jericho’s pants as he fought to keep his expression cool and unaffected.

I reached for him, but he didn’t come any closer, and a deviously wicked thought that didn’t belong at all to me settled in my mind. My Lycan wanted to see how long he would stand there and deny himself the pleasure of partaking in this.

The more rational part of me knew he was holding back because if he touched me, he would mark me. He was holding back because we’d had this conversation before, and I had told him I wouldn’t consumate the bond.

He was doing the noble thing, letting Quinlan have his turn, because he didn’t trust himself. But I found that I didn’t care. Perhaps, his speech on claiming what was mine had worked a little too well, and I wanted his teeth buried in my skin, too. And I would have it.

I dismissed him completely, lavishing all of my attention on Quinlan, running my hands through his hair as he drew more blood, while sucking hard on me. A catty moan climbed up my throat and while I might’ve stifled it before, I let it out.

I felt Jericho’s anger and jealousy instantly, stretching over my skin like pin pricks of ice, and my Lycan chuckled inside. I found myself smiling too.

Playing with him like this couldn’t be safe, but I didn’t want safe. I’d been keeping it safe for too long.

Quinlan’s touch grew more demanding, and in the scrapes of his claws digging into my flesh, I knew he was more Lycan than himself right now.

My head fell forward to drop tender kisses along his face, knowing he was going over the edge, and the next few minutes would be dicey. But I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him, and I needed him to know that. To remember it when he eventually lost control.

Because he would. I could already feel him shifting underneath me, could feel the strength returning to him as he snatched my hand from where it caressed him, almost crushing my bones in the process.

"Take what you need," I told him gently, like he had told me when I had nearly killed him.

Startled by the tenderness in my touch, Quinlan withdrew, brows furrowed in confusion as he stared deeply into my eyes. It wasn’t him. It was his Lycan. And I wasn’t scared as I whispered, knowing it would get through to the beautiful darkness staring back at me, as well as Quinlan himself.

"J’taime."

Wonder widened his depths, the dark thing in me watching a lot more closely. And when his fingers closed around my neck, yanking me into him, I tried not to panic.

"You’re so beautiful like this," his Lycan said to me, voice layered and unaccented. "So trusting. So... willing." He blinked, his light lashes a beautiful contrast from the endless black in his eyes. "So... responsive. I could devour you."

My legs trembled. I was aware of Jericho’s quickened breath as Quinlan leaned forward to make good on his word.

He kisssed me and we both groaned, tasting my blood on his tongue, and he wanted even more, nicking my bottom lip with a fang.

The taste of copper filled my mouth and he kissed me harder with a feral growl that rippled across my skin, and I didn’t know which went first. My clothes or his.

But he was soon pulling my naked body to straddle his bare thighs, and I had barely settled when his hips bucked upwards, seeking more than the warmth of my blood.

I spread my thighs wider, grinding recklessly against the length of him, moaning as I tried to find his head.

"Quinn, please," I whimpered and my head fell back with a gasp when I felt him pressing against my entrance.

The sound of footsteps halved my attention to find Jericho walking briskly for the door. His shoulders were tight, his fingers clenched, the dark mien of his moodiness mingling with the cloud of arousal choking the room. His included.

His hand closed over the door knob. But he looked back once, and our eyes locked in the same moment Quinlan sank into me in tandem with his fangs finding my pulse again.

Electric.

I gasped, head falling back, eyes glazed. The desire burning in Jericho’s eyes took the pleasure from a hundred to a thousand, and I moaned breathlessly as Quinlan pulled out just an inch, just to push in again, hard enough to split me in two.

My nails dug into Quinlan’s back. I hadn’t taken my eyes off Jericho. I ran my eyes down his muscles unabashedly, recalling what it felt like to have him behind me, kissing me, moving inside me.

"Oh," I breathed, clenching around Quinlan at the marvelous thought.

Jericho’s nostrils flared and his fingers fell away from the doorknob.

He turned, breaths quick and hard as he slowly made his way over.