The Breed: Nora's Choice (17 page)

            He growled
beneath her, feeling her oncoming orgasm as well. Greedily he sucked her clit
into his mouth again, his tongue flicking over it faster and faster until her
screams turned to little heated whimpers.

When
she almost couldn’t take anymore he speared his tongue through her folds and
into the most intimate part of her, tasting her from the inside.

            Almost
immediately she began to cum on his tongue. He worked himself in and out of her
as she continued to roll her hips, the same way he would use his fingers. The
whole time she pulsed around him, her thighs squeezing him so hard it was a
miracle she didn’t break his jaw.

            Her juices
slid past his lips and into the stubble of his chin. The rush of her orgasm was
overwhelming, but he refused to stop. His mouth worked her body until her
throat grew hoarse from sobbing his name and her body was limp and exhausted.

            With the
last of her strength she pulled away from him, despite his protests, and curled
her body into a boneless lump on his chest.

            “Uncuff me
and let me hold you,” he smiled down at her, pride radiating from every pore of
his being.

            “Not a
chance,” she met his gaze fiercely, “as soon as I catch my breath, it’s my turn
to make you scream.”

            “Don’t be
scared,” Nora’s eyes burned into his as a smirk covered her lips, “I’ve done
this before.”

            As
promised, the moment she had caught her breath she sensuously began her decent
to his cock.

            She had
slid her hands over and around his abdomen, her finger tips lightly teasing him
as he tugged at the cuffs. Her hands roved every inch of his skin except for
the place he desperately needed them to be.
That
she would make him wait
just a little bit longer for.

            Breathing
heavily still, she had lapped at each of his nipples, her hot breath causing
them to tighten even more; now it was her turn to swirl her tongue over each
tight bud, then suck them hard between her lips.

            “Uncuff
me,” he half demanded half moaned as her hand slid between his thighs to cup
and rub across his balls.

            “No,” she
wouldn’t. The sight of his sweaty muscular body beneath hers was too sexy to
let go of yet, and the control she felt over the situation was too sweet.

            She had
never realized how badly she needed this until this exact moment, and she
wasn’t ready to let go. Savoring every moment of his hard glistening body
writhing for her was all she could think about.

            Straddling
his legs, one hand still massaging his testicles, then leaned forward to cover
his lower abdomen in hot wet kisses.

            His hips
bucked wildly off of the bed as her soft large breasts pressed and slid against
him, but he didn’t break the cuffs.

            “Don’t
tease me Nora,” he growled the threat as his shaft throbbed painfully and was
left neglected, “don’t.”

            There was a
wildness in his eyes she was both afraid of, and highly aroused by.

            He could
snap the cuffs, grab her, and be buried deep inside her in less than a second
if he wanted to, but he restrained himself to the point of madness for her
comfort and happiness.

            Was there
anything sexier in the world?

            “I’m gonna
take care of you,” she whispered between kisses, “I remember how to please
you.”

            The growl
he let out in response would have frightened most women, but it only made her
wetter.

            She had to
grip both his thighs and press her weight on him to hold him down. He was so
feverish with lust, only his iron will and her grip kept him in place.

            His muscles
bunched and tightened while his hips rocked and his eyes were darker than she
had ever seen them.

            She could
see she had mere minutes before he snapped the cuffs and took over.

            Lowering
her body down his, she set about the task of taking him into her mouth. She
hadn’t forgotten how big he was, or how difficult it had been to get him down
her throat last time.

            Softly she
kissed the head of him the way she would have kissed his lips, and watched his
eyes roll up and the veins in his arms bulge.

            She
couldn’t help but smile, His reactions pushed her forward, she loved every
second of him moaning and writhing, it made her feel powerful and sexy.

            Licking her
lips one last time, she finally opened her mouth and took the head of him fully
inside.

            Letting out
a small moan she closed her eyes and realized she had missed the sweet, salty
taste of him.

            Below her
Quinn was hardly breathing, his body rigid as he waited to see what she would
do.

            Focusing on
the smooth ridge of his head, she hollowed her cheeks and ran her lips over
just the tip; the hard suction of it building pressure until he let out a
strangled cry for more.

           
More
.
The impossible task.

            Full of
determination she opened her mouth wider, taking in another three inches of his
shaft. Her tongue swirled around him and he breathed a heavy moan.

            She felt
his gaze boring into her skin and looked up to find his eyes on fire with lust.

            “Pull your
hair back, let me watch,” he commanded, his voice so hard and direct she didn’t
even hesitate, just yanked her hair into a messy bun, without ever taking her
lips off of him.

            The idea of
him watching her, the feeling of his eyes on her skin turned her on more than
she could ever have imagined. She suddenly wanted to put on a show for him, to
make him burn even hotter for her and make sure that the image of her doing
this
never
left his mind.

            Keeping
their eye contact locked she slowly took in all of him, until her chin brushed
against his abdomen, and her eyes were watering with how deeply he was in her
throat.

            He fisted
the bars of her bed frame and bent them, the metal groaned under the stress,
and his biceps bulged with the effort of not breaking them completely.

            She could
only hold him there for a few seconds before she had to retreat and gasp for
breath, but before he could even miss her touch, she was back at it again. Over
and over she repeated the pleasure until her jaw ached, and his body was so hot
he was burning both of them.

            Quinn’s
head thrashed, the veins in his neck bulging, he couldn’t keep still. His
muscles were twitching, his knee slightly jerking every time she filled her
mouth with him.

            Her tongue
lavished him, running a sweet wet trail from base to the tip of him, then
swirling around it, before setting her mouth to work on him again.

            The feeling
of his lust and desire was addictive. To know that all of this was for her, and
because of her was so powerful, it drown out any other thoughts she could have
had and allowed her to focus solely on the present.

            Letting out
a deep growl he thrust his hips upwards, causing the last few inches of his
cock to slide down her throat again.

            She was so
surprised at the feeling of him pushing himself into her mouth she froze like a
deer in headlights, her body suddenly stiffening.

            Blinking
for a moment she stared up at him, not sure how to feel about what he just did.

            His eyes
devoured hers as he waited for a sign of how she felt. Did it bother her? Did
she like it? Was she ok? Was
this
ok?

            Yes.

            Nodding her
head a fraction of an inch, she moaned sweetly, and with that, permission was
established.

~

            The night
breeze blowing in off the water felt cool and refreshing on Memphis’ face.

            Silently he
had sat the entire day at the Hunters loading docks, and now to give Cass and
Quinn the night off, he had volunteered to sit all night.

            He smiled
to himself at the love sprouting up around the Embassy. Both of his baby girls
had found noble and worthy men and he couldn’t have been prouder.

            “Hey,” he
landed a heavy hand on Ghosts arm, “we gotta find you a girlfriend.”

            He could
have sworn he saw a shadow of a laugh pass over his face, but it was gone in
less than a blink.

            “Speak for
yourself,” he responded without even turning his head.

            “Oh
please,” Memphis laughed, “When’s the last time you had a woman? The
renaissance period?”

            A stony
silence met him, and his curiosity was peaked.

            “Oh
really?” he quirked a brow, “so is that where you disappear off to at night
then? You head off into the city and go to some kinky sex club?”

            “I believe
you’re confusing me with Kain,” Ghost gave him a flat stare.

            “You’re
kidding right?” his laughter died out as Ghost didn’t bother to correct him,
just looked away again.

            “Like I
said, you should worry about yourself,” the advice came with a smirk.

            Shit. When
was
the last time he had had a woman?

            When was
the last time he had had one for longer than a night? Now that was the real
question.

            He closed
his eyes and thought back.
Way
back.

            In fact,
the only woman he had ever really kept, was the one woman he had tried his best
to get rid of; Billy’s mother.

            Even after
she was dead and gone that woman could still make him lose his mind.

            They had
fallen in together because they made a mutually beneficial partnership. He was
rough and strong and could protect her from all the things she was running
from, and she was the hottest, wildest piece of ass he had ever had in his young
life. Before her, he had thought women like that only existed in fantasies.

            She was
sexy as hell and just as tough as any of the men he ran with, but much, much
more ruthless. She had a mean streak in her that could make the Devil quiver,
and he couldn’t help but be in awe of her.

            Her skin
was smooth and ebony dark, her body tight and more muscular than most women in
those days, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

            After
Sebastian had freed him from slavery, he was lost in the world. For the first
time in his life he had the choice of who he was, and what he wanted, and that
was more over whelming than he ever could have imagined.

            Though he
was still just a human he had asked to be pointed in the direction of the
Breed. Apparently Sebastian saw something in him, because he actually obliged.

            At that
time, things like the Embassy’s were still forming and attempting to get off
the ground, so there was no place in particular he could turn to for answers
and guidance.

He
ended up finding a home with a rowdy group of werewolves that roamed the US
doing whatever they pleased. Their code of complete freedom and zero
responsibility became an addiction he couldn’t shake after his life of slavery.

            He wasn’t
in the group for more than a few years before he met Jannis. He was a werewolf
then and knew she wasn’t his mate, but a man had needs and she was so willing
to satisfy them. She was only a human, but she knew what they were, and after a
few nights of hooking up, she had decided she was going to follow them no
matter what.

            He never
knew just exactly what she was running from, but it had to be something serious
to scare someone as hard as her.

            They never
had any sort of commitment to each other, each of them spent time with other
partners, but still she refused to leave, clinging to his side even after
things turned sour between them.

            One night
she had drunkenly confessed that he was the first good man she had ever had in
her life, and even though he didn’t want her, and she was too wild to have only
him, she would never let him get away from her.

            He tried to
distance himself from her many times, but he was a weak man then and time and
time again he fell prey to either her perfect seduction, or her sad woeful life
stories. She had been through so much in her short life, forcing her away from
him would be dealing out a knife blow he wasn’t sure he could take the
responsibility of.

            The day she
told him she was pregnant, he knew he should have been happy, but he couldn’t
stop the resentfulness. There wasn’t any type of love between them, things had
deteriorated to occasional sex and a small bit of friendship. What kind of a
life was that for a child to grow up in?

            He had
begged for her not to keep the baby, tried to explain what a mess of a parent
they would both be, but she refused, flat out telling him she knew their baby
was the only way to keep him chained to her side.

            After that,
every feeling he had ever felt for her turned to hatred.

            She had
refused to quit drinking and running wild with the rest of the pack, despite
her pregnancy and his begging.

            In fact, it
seemed that the more he tried to get her to settle down and think of their
baby, the wilder and angrier she became. He suspected that she actually hated
the pregnancy and the idea of motherhood, but she was determined to go through
with it no matter what he promised to do for her.

            Once their
son was born, things had only worsened. She used Billy as a pawn to get
everything she wanted from him.

            She stopped
traveling with their pack, instead forcing him to pay for expensive apartments
and hotels where ever she pleased, and severely limiting the amount of time he
could spend with his son.