Inevitably Yours

QUINN

As soon as I had my arms around him again, fatigue pulled at me. I didn’t mean to yawn, but his soft touch relaxed me immediately.

Michael carried me all the way to the packhouse, and I refused to stop kissing him. The first night we spent away from each other since mating, and I hated it. Rationally, I knew whatever he left me for was important, but that didn’t make me miss him any less.

He carried me right into our bedroom and kept his arm around my middle as he crawled into our bed. Finally, he deposited me with my head on the pillows. “Somebody missed me,” he smirked.

“I linked you like twenty times,” I told him. “But I never heard a whisper.”

“I had to put my block up, baby. I’m sorry,” he said, kissing my neck softly.

“Still not going to tell me why you left?” I asked. Instead of answering, M started moving his k****s down my collarbone.

“You looked so sexy out there,” he growled. He got to the neckline of his shirt and ran his face all the way down to the hem. “I like when you wear my shirts, especially with these little shorts.” He played with the bottom of my shorts.

“I wouldn’t have needed to steal your clothes if you were here,” I pointed out. Michael nipped at my nose.

“Steal my clothes whenever you want to,” he said. His voice was getting huskier, and I could feel exactly what he wanted. I reached down and tugged at his shirt.

“What if I want this one,” I smiled.

“Maybe you can trade for it,” he said.

“What are you interested in?” I asked, keeping back my laugh.

His devilish smirk graced his gorgeous face. He lowered himself down, my hands letting go of his shirt. He stuck his nose right at the apex of my thighs and breathed in deeply. Every tiny hair on my body stood at attention.

He breathed out slowly as he connected his eyes with mine. “I think you know what I want,” he growled.

“And if I’m not willing to part with it, Alpha?” I pressed. I knew I was pushing him, but I didn’t care. I loved the look on his face when I did.

He sat back on his knees and yanked his shirt over his head. I smiled as I watched his blue eyes turn navy. I loved that look; it was hot and heavy, but he always remained in control. He tossed his shirt over my face and then attacked. He grabbed my h**s and flipped me over, putting my knees on the bed and my a*s in the air.

“Michael!” I gasped mockingly.

“I want you in my mouth, Blue,” he growled. He yanked at my shorts and tugged them over my behind and down to my knees. With my a*s in the air, my holes were completely exposed to him. His shirt fell down, bunching at my shoulders thanks to the angle of my body.

He didn’t wait for me to say anything. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt his tongue diving into my slit. “Ah!” I called out. I felt him smile against me as his tongue went to work.

“You’re my favorite meal, Quinn,” he linked. All I could do was m**n with my face in the bed. His tongue came up and circled my a*s, and I yelped, the sensation still startling even though he had done it before.

Michael pulled his face away and rubbed the hole with his thumb. “Baby, I want to try you here. I will be gentle, promise,” he said calmly. It was a request. I could say no; I could always say no.

He pressed on my hole, eliciting a m**n from me. “Please,” he asked again. I nodded my head. “Words, Quinn. Tell me with words.”

“Okay,” I panted. “Go slow.”

He leaned down and kissed my a*s. “Goddess, I love looking at this,” he said as he pulled back. His finger left only to return wetter. “Relax for me. Breathe. We’ll take this one step at a time,” he said.

“Okay,” I whispered, nerves bubbling up with the excitement. Every way Michael touched me made me feel alive and right. I tried to do as he said as his finger started to put more pressure on my tight entrance.

“Okay, breathe in,” he instructed. I followed. “And out.” We did that three times, and on the third out, he slipped his finger into me.

“Fuckkk,” he hissed as I immediately tensed up. “Relax, baby. Does it hurt?”

“No,” I realized and tried to relax. After a moment, I got myself under control.

“I’m going to move very slowly, my love,” he warned. “Just breathe.”

Michael pushed his finger in further, and the sensation was incredible. He slowly pulled back, and I was glad my arms weren’t supporting me because I would have fallen over. He moved gradually and purposefully, the pumping motion quickly building up the pressure despite its minimal pace.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Goddess, you are so tight,” he g*****d behind me as his finger slid almost all the way out. “How does that feel?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could get out.

“Can I add a second finger?” he asked. He stopped moving, and I missed the motion, although his finger was still inside me. I nodded my head.

I felt the stretch as he started to push a second finger inside me. My body tensed reactively. M’s other hand started massaging my lower back. “Breathe.”

I focused on relaxing and breathing. Gently his finger pushed the rest of the way in, and I shuddered at the feeling. He held still for a moment letting my body adjust to this new feeling, then started moving slowly again.

One finger felt great, but two was so much more. I bit the pillow my face was still shoved into, trying to muffle the unintelligible sounds coming from me. M chuckled behind me. “Does my baby like this?” he said in a low voice. All I could do was nod my head.

The more he moved, the higher I went. I never imagined this feeling so great. Michael kept the pace slow and steady, kneading and rubbing my a*s cheeks as he went.

As the pressure built low in my abdomen, all I could think about was the movement of his fingers. I needed it to resolve. He bent down, and his teeth lightly grazed my backside.

“Your body is clenching around my fingers. Do you like this baby? Are you ready to c*m?” he linked.

“Oh Goddess, yes,” I replied. I wasn’t far.

“Beg me for it, baby,” he countered.

“Michael, please; I can’t take it,” I whimpered at him. He laughed audibly, low and teasing. His other hand reached down, and his finger slid along my slit. I shook at the feeling. His finger pressed in, finding my button.

It was like a switch with that little bit of pressure. Everything in my lower half tightened as I screamed; oxytocin rushed through me as my o****m pulsed. Michael stopped moving his hand. My weight dropped further down as I slowly came back.

“How was that?” he laughed.

“Mmmm,” I m****d. My mouth hadn’t reconnected to my brain yet. He bent down and bit my a*s as he slowly withdrew his fingers. He moved next to me, pulling my lower half down with him. As he did, we ended up spooning. He held me tight to his chest, and I just relaxed into him.

“Feel a little better?” he asked softly.

“Mmhmm,” I said. “Wait, what about you?”

He nuzzled the side of my face. “I would very much like to f**k you until you can’t walk anymore, but I think that hole will take some time to get there. Let’s just cuddle.”

“You sure?” I yawned, my mind feeling fuzzy.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispered into my hair before kissing the side of my head.

“I don’t like when you leave me, but I sure do like when you come home,” I mumbled. Michael’s laughter reverberated through his chest right into my back.

–

When I woke up, I was lying on Michael’s chest, and he was rubbing soft circles between my shoulder blades, playing with the ends of my hair. “Hey,” he said softly.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked.

“Just a few hours,” he said. I frowned.

“Did you sleep?”

“No, I watched you. You’re cute when you sleep,” he smiled. I rolled my eyes. M had pulled the blanket over us, and as I shifted to lay next to him, I realized I never put any pants back on.

“So, do I get to know anything?” I asked him.

“Train with me,” he deflected.

“What?” I responded. “Where did that come from?”

“Mostly watching you terribly throw knives yesterday,” he laughed. “But I have been thinking about it for a while. I want you to train with me so that I am less worried about leaving you when I have Alpha business to handle.”

“Or, you could just not leave again,” I proposed cuddling back under his arm as I got comfortable. Having him home was such a relief.

“Quinn,” he sighed. “We both know there will be times that I have to go, and you won’t always come with me. I want you to be able to protect yourself. Other Alphas burden their mates with warriors for protection, but I’m not sure we could.”

“I don’t want that,” I said.

“I know. And I wouldn’t force it on you if it wasn’t necessary. If you were to train and be able to defend yourself…” he trailed off. I made a face. “What?” he asked, lifting my chin to look at me.

“I’m not very coordinated or athletic. I would be really bad at all that stuff,” I told him. Running was the easiest sport I could imagine, and I still managed to hurt myself.

“No, I don’t want you to train with the warriors or even Nic. Just me,” he clarified.

“But that would take away from your time with everyone else,” I said. Michael was making so much progress retraining our warriors and establishing new protocols. He always seemed happy after training with Nic, too; it was their bonding time. I didn’t want to mess with any of that.

“I’m sure it can be figured out. We run together almost every day anyway,” he smiled. “I won’t make you, but I am asking you sincerely here, Quinn. Please consider training with me.”

“But, what if I am a hopeless mess?” I whispered, looking down. Disappointing people was the worst, and doing it to Michael seemed like it would shatter me. I couldn’t imagine him falling out of love with me, especially if he took all the time to train me at something that was hopeless from the start.

“You won’t be,” he said. “And if it takes a long time, then that is more time I get to spend one on one with you.”

“And if I make you mad?” I asked. I had watched him with the warriors before. He’d occasionally lost his temper when they continually failed to follow directions.

“You won’t. I promise I won’t be mad as long as you try for me,” he reassured me.

I sighed. “What would we even do?”

“We would start with some physical training to make you a bit stronger and some hand-to-hand combat. Then when you get a good grasp of the basics, we can move on to weapons. Maybe we can even explore your magic,” he explained.

“My magic that hasn’t shown up since the blessing?” I retorted.

Michael squeezed me to him. “We are in no rush here, baby. I would breathe easier knowing you could defend yourself should the situation arise.”

“Okay, I’ll try. But you should be prepared to get hurt. I can’t imagine me learning hand-to-hand combat….” I trailed off.

Michael rolled over, pinning me beneath him. “This is going to be so f*****g hot,” he cheesed at me.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Oh no, I am thinking about getting back to what we were doing earlier. I need to wear you out thoroughly so you sleep well tonight. We train at dawn,” he informed me. He pecked me on each cheek. I wasn’t sure what I had just signed up for.