Chapter Thirteen
Quinn
Quinn angled herhead, baring her neck to him.Kyllian thrust harder, faster, and then he struck.His sharp teeth found flesh, and the intense pain morphed into something else.Something euphoric.Quinn gasped as her orgasm spread through her core, muscles clenching his cock.Kyllian stilled his lower body, retracting his fangs and licking the wound closed.She couldn’t hold her Wolf at bay any longer.She answered his bite with one of her own, and Kyllian shouted as his cock hammered home again.The tang of blood flooded her mouth, and she drank from her mate, the bond flowing through them.Making them one.She urged her Wolf back, and it obeyed.Kyllian came again, their releases mixing together.When he pulled out, Quinn felt empty.Except she wasn’t.Her heart and mind were full of promise.A future with her fated mate.Her forever.
Kyllian rolled to the side and continued until he was on his back with Quinn lying on his chest.She reached up and brushed his hair off his forehead, relishing the lushness.Neither spoke for a few moments.Words weren’t needed.Kyllian tipped his head up, taking her mouth in a tender kiss.She never would have expected a Master of pain to be gentle, and maybe he wasn’t with others.She didn’t want to think about all the women he’d been with.It wasn’t like she was a virgin.Hell, she had a kid.He promised to leave being a Master behind if it was what she wished, but Quinn wouldn’t be that selfish.As long as he kept sex out of the equation, she would compromise.
“You’re absolutely perfect.You know that?”Kyllian asked as he ghosted his fingers down her spine.
“No, I’m not, but I’m glad you think so.”Quinn ran a fingertip along the ink over his eyebrow.“One day, I want you to tell me about all your ink.”
“I can do that.”Kyllian tugged at the band holding her ponytail, and her hair fell down over her shoulders, brushing against his chest.He ran his fingers through the strands, careful of the tangles.“I like it down,” he muttered, more to himself than her.Using her toes, she pushed her body farther up his until she could easily reach his mouth.Kissing Kyllian was her new favorite thing in the world, right after sex.His dick lengthened against her stomach, and Quinn pushed up until she was straddling his waist.With his hands in her hair, Kyllian wiggled until his erection was at her still slick passage and pushed inside.Quinn took over, placing her hands on his chest, and rode her Gryphon.She wasn’t a skilled lover, but she didn’t need to be.Kyllian placed his feet on the bed and moved in time with her.She’d read somewhere that sex was like dancing, and in Kyllian, she had the perfect partner.
After another orgasm and lots more kissing, Kyllian ordered room service when he heard Quinn’s stomach rumbling.He took Quinn to the shower and got on his knees, pleasuring her with his wicked tongue once more.The waiter bringing their food knocked on the door while they were drying off, and Kyllian walked naked back to the bedroom to dress with Quinn admiring his ass.
Quinn towel-dried her hair, then got the tangles out before pulling on jeans and a sweater.She joined Kyllian in the living area where he’d placed their food on the small dining table.They were both quiet while they devoured their meals.Quinn had been starving when they arrived at the hotel, but mating with Kyllian took precedence over food.Kyllian tossed his napkin on the empty plate and leaned back, patting his stomach.Quinn was ready for round two – or was it three?– in bed, but Kyllian’s phone rang.
“Hey, Poppy.How’s Nikita doing?Say what?”Quinn felt Kyllian’s anger like a sentient beast from a room away.Quinn set her fork down and pushed her chair back, not wanting to get within striking distance of the claws on his hands.Not that she thought he would ever hurt her.“Okay, yeah.Let me call Mercy.”Kyllian disconnected and turned to Quinn.“They never made it to my sister’s,” he said as he tapped away at the phone.Quinn stood and went to her mate.They both waited as it rang, but it went to voicemail.“Mercy, it’s Kyllian.Call me back.”
“You don’t think—”
Kyllian kissed her hard before pressing his forehead to hers.“Let’s not borrow trouble yet.”He took a deep breath and tapped the screen again.A robotic voice answered, and Kyllian stabbed at the screen, silencing the noise.“Let’s get dressed.I want to hit the road.”Kyllian’s phone rang, and he punched the screen so hard Quinn thought he’d crack it.“Bishop?”
“I thought Nikita was going to your sister’s.”
“She was supposed to be, but Poppy said they never made it.Why?Do you have something?”
“Tarryn just got another text from Nikita.It said Mercy was taking her back to the pack.”
“I’ll kill her.I’ll fucking gut that wolf.”
“Brother, I don’t think she had a choice.Nikita said something about the Alpha’s call.”
Kyllian took a deep breath.“We’re headed to the Ozarks now.Keep me posted if you see any more texts.”
“Will do.”
As soon as Kyllian disconnected, Quinn returned to the bathroom and grabbed her hairband, twisting her hair in a messy knot on top of her head.She was livid.And scared.But mostly livid at the thought of Blake getting his hands on Nikita.
“Hey.”Kyllian wrapped his arms around her from behind and set his chin on her shoulder.“I promise you we’ll get her back.”
“How?Blake’s her father.He has custody, and I’m noth—”
“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence.”Kyllian turned her around and gripped her upper arms.“You are my mate.Nikita’s mother.Trenton’s daughter.Handler of mercenaries.You, my Pretty Lady, are not nobody.Yes, Blake is her father, but she’s eighteen.Her birthday was two weeks ago, which means she’s now able to make her own decisions, Blake be damned.”
Quinn clutched Kyllian’s shirt, tugging him closer.He kissed her temple before pushing her back.“Come on.The sooner we’re on the road, the sooner we get there.”
Quinn gathered her things as Kyllian loaded his own duffel.Not bothering to stop off at the front desk, he directed her to the rental and took her bag, tossing it along with his in the back.Handing his phone over, he said, “Please look up the quickest route for me.”
According to the app, it was just over twelve hours from their location to the Ozarks.There was no assurance they could get a flight to Arkansas faster than they could drive.And being alone in the car would give them time to talk.
“You told me about your family, but I want to know more about you.When you’re not at the club or out killing bad guys for me, what do you do?”
Kyllian settled lower in the seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding Quinn’s.“I hang out with Hayden mostly.Or at least I did before he found Sadie.I still go by the clubhouse when he’s working on bikes.I spend as much time with the twins as possible.Man, I cannot wait for you to meet those two.They’re something else.Major is outgoing, outspoken, and he’s going to be hell on wheels.Marshall is his brother’s shadow.Just as cute but much quieter.They have this thing where they run into the room where Natalia is and call out ‘Lolly, Tolly, Lollipop.’You’d think for an assassin who was raised by the Russian mafia she wouldn’t be good with kids, but she’s the best.When Lucy’s in town, Hay and I go over there and shoot pool or swim.We used to guard the estate, but now that she’s mated to Tamian, she doesn’t need us.”
“Yeah?Why’s that?”
Kyllian hesitated before answering.“Remember the call about Rafael Stone and his brothers?”