The Breed Casstiel's Vow (30 page)

The moment she entered the surgery wing she was over
powered by his fresh scent, could smell the moisture and steam still on his
skin as she approached the door. 

           
Just say hello, how are you, and breeze out of there… he hasn’t bonded to
you, he’ll just blow you off like he did in the subway
, she wrapped her
fingers around the knob and pushed it open.

           
His eyes were on her before she even took a step. 

           
“You,” he
whispered,
his voice a husky mix of surprise
and confusion.

           
The transformation of his appearance hit her like a ton of bricks, and she
couldn’t help but ogle him.

           
His hair was cut stylishly, fringing just above his eyes, with hints of red
shining through his natural chocolate brown color. Without all the dirt
covering his face he was lightly tanned with a strong jaw line and firm lips.

           
What drew her eyes the most however, was his body. In the subway he had seemed
overly emaciated; now in the bright hospital lights and wearing nothing but a
gown she could see there was so much more to him.

           
His arms and legs were utterly rippled with muscles, his hands rough and
callused, the soles of his feet were worn, with scrapes and cuts along the
bottoms and deep bruising around his ankles.

Clearly he had been pushing himself harder than his body
could handle, and she couldn’t help but wonder what had driven him.

           
The rest of his body was hidden by the thin nylon gown, but that didn’t stop
her from imagining it.

           
“I… I just came to check on you, make sure you’re ok…..” she awkwardly replied,
realizing she had been staring at him for at least a full minute without
speaking.

Now she knew how Tessa felt all the time.

           
“What did you do to me in the subway?” he growled suddenly.

           
Heat prickled Nora’s skin as she felt his emotions… felt his
anger
?

           
“I didn’t do anything to you,” she snapped, confused and defiant. He had kissed
her, not the other way around.

           
 “I can’t get you out of my head, I fall asleep thinking about you, dream
of you, wake up with you on my mind,” his fists clenched as he scowled.

“It’s called the bond… it’s like…” she was reaching for
the words to explain when his laughter interrupted her.

“That’s actually real?” he looked at her skeptically,
“you guys can’t be serious, fate gives you a soul mate?
Really.”

Sarcasm?
She could deal with
sarcasm.

           
 The scariest part of the bond was the thought that Quinn would turn out
to be like Billy; obsessive, controlling, demanding, hell bent on running her
life. The fact that he didn’t seem interested in any of those things eased the
vice around her lungs.

           
They would always be bound by their emotional connection, but plenty of people
in the Breed simply had a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with their mate.
They could have a little sex, fulfill some needs, and she could send him on his
merry way.

Beautiful.

           
“What do you think about when you think about me?” she asked, already warm with
ideas. It was rumored that sex with your mate was better than any other, and
now she wanted to know the truth.

           
“I think about you naked in the subway,” he met her eyes unabashed, “your body
haunts me.”  

He hadn’t been thinking about love or fate, he had been
thinking about lust and her naked form.

Perfect.

She stared at him, sizing him up. The bond pulled them
together, but it wasn’t the bond that was making her blood turn to fire, and it
certainly wasn’t forcing her to step towards him.

“Look, this isn’t a game,” he shook his head, “we don’t
even know each other, following the bond or giving each other a commitment is
ridiculous.”

“I want the opposite of a commitment,” she purred. She
wanted all the pros and none of the cons of having a mate, and didn’t give a
damn if that made her selfish, she had earned it.

Control
.
The word suddenly smashed against her skull.

That’s what was different about Quinn; what was making
him so sexy to her. He had come along and unknowingly given her the key to
control the biggest event in her life.

Everything about their bond was within her hands, and
that knowledge was a powerful aphrodisiac. For the first time in a hundred
years she
wanted
a man.

           
Kneeling on the edge of the bed she ran her finger tips lightly across the tops
of his feet then down to his ankles. Purposely leaning forward so the V neck of
her sweater gave him a teasing glance at the lace bra she wore beneath.

           
She wanted to shatter every bit of self control he had, to finally be the one
in charge, driving the situation to where
she
wanted it to be. She
pressed the pads of her fingers against the hard muscles of his calves and
watched his eye lids grow heavy; she knew he was imagining her caressing other
places and she wasn’t going to keep him waiting for long.

           
Her fingers slid under the hem of his hospital gown, and inched their way
up. 

           
He tried to sit fully up right, to reach out and touch her, but immediately
grunted in pain and fell back.

           
“Are you hurt that badly?” she hated that she was actually concerned.

           
Through a grimace he gave a small smile, trying to wave off her worries. He’d
played off his injuries so well she had forgotten about the state he came to
the embassy in.

           
“How long will it take for you to heal?” she eyed the cast that was slung
around his arm; she had never seen anyone in the Breed wear one.

           
“Days probably,” he tried to sound optimistic, “still better than when I was a
human.”

           
“You ran all the way here, even with being hurt so badly,” she tried not to
sound impressed.

           
“It was either that, or
lay
down and die,” he
shrugged.

           
His modesty was refreshing. He wasn’t trying to impress her, didn’t feel like
he’d done anything special. He was honest and straight forward, and she
couldn’t help but enjoy it. 

           
She pulled the hospital gown up high, leaving it barely covering the part of
him she most wanted to see.  

           
“We don’t need to do this,” he spoke calmly, but his eyes were alight with fire
and passion.

           
“I want to,” she stated boldly, then tugged at the knot in his hospital gown.

           
He waited on baited breath for her to peel the fabric from him, with his broken
arm and ribs he wouldn’t be able to do it himself.

           
Her fingers tingled with
tension,
she could feel his
emotions, how strong his lust for her was.

Peeling it down along his chest she found what looked
like a battle ground. Bullet holes and knife wounds in various states of
healing covered his many broken ribs, the stitches forming a gruesome display
of
zig
zags
. She paused for
a moment to take in the sight, but said nothing. 

Taking a deep breath she pulled the last of the fabric
off, first exposing the hard cut of his hip bones, then finally the thick
length of his cock.

Her mouth went dry, he was
massive
.

His lips slid into the cocky grin of a man who often
received praise for his size.

“Come here,” he beckoned, his voice deeper than she
remembered.

Leaning forward she began to crawl up his body, doing
her best to find a place to rest her hands without pressing on his injuries.

Less than a foot from his lips she flinched to a stop,
she had accidentally put pressure on his crushed hip and the feeling of his
pain shot through her own body. She needed to stop, there was no way they could
have sex with him in this state.

“Pain doesn’t bother me,” he assured her.

“We can’t-”

Before her sentence was out his arm wrapped around her
and digging his fingertips into her hair he pulled her down to his lips, hard.

He kissed her savagely, crushing her lips against his.
She could hardly breathe, but she didn’t dare try and slow things down, she
could feel in every beat of his heart how badly he had wanted this, how badly
he had wanted her.

To feel that kind of desperate desire was powerfully
erotic, and damn her if she didn’t want more.

He released his grip on her curls only to grab a thick
handful of her ass, kneading it as he slipped his tongue inside her.

She let out a soft moan she couldn’t keep back, and felt
his cock twitch against her writhing body.

 When he was grabbing her like that she couldn’t
help but grind her hips. She wanted more; more touching, more rubbing, more of
his naked body.

She felt him sliding the fabric of her grey skirt up and
forced herself to pull away from him and the spell he had over her.

 She needed to stay in control. The game had only
begun, and she wouldn’t give up her power in the first round.

“Let me touch you,” he
rasped,
his only working hand gripped the back of her thigh and pulled her tighter
against him.

There was so much command in his voice, for a moment she
was tempted obey, but she shook her head and rallied herself.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he purred, mistaking her desire
to be in control for fear of the creature he could transform into.

“That’s not how this is gonna go,” she forced her voice
to stay steady, refusing to show him just how badly he had shaken her defenses.

“What?” he studied her face, and she realized just how
difficult of a challenge she had set herself up for.

Before tonight she had thought of Quinn as a male
version of Tessa; shy, timid and easily dominated. Now she knew he was in a totally
different ballpark, and he wasn’t going to play along as easily as she hoped.

“It’s my way or the highway,” she threw down the
gauntlet.

Pulling her cardigan over her head, and watched as he
let out a low hiss and reached possessively for her.

“Uh uh,” she winked, pushing his hand away, “I run the
show.”

~

Quinn was wrong for thinking this woman was merely a
siren, she was a demon of lust and sin.

When she sensually stripped off her sweater his muscles
tensed. He could
feel
her emotions… she was enjoying how much he wanted
her, relishing in his need.

Her body was beyond perfect; her curves so soft and
sensual, her breasts practically spilling out of the thin scrap of fabric
caging them from his eyes.

She crouched carefully around his broken collar bone and
pressed her sweet red lips to his throat. Every nerve ending lit on fire as her
kisses spread along his jugular and softly down his broken shoulder.

He knew how much faster he was than her, too fast for
her to be able to react in time, and he used it to his advantage. While she was
busy kissing her way across his collar bone he quickly undid the clasp of her
bra, exposing the beautiful flesh beneath it.

Her raspberry nipples made him groan, but before he
could touch them, she teasingly moved out of his reach again.

Damn his broken body! The moment he was healed he would
come for her, and by the time he was done with her, she’d never want to play
this teasing game again.

She moved her body lower, pressing her breasts flat
against his hard abdomen muscles, and explored him with her hands.

Her tongue flicked across one of his nipples, making it
instantly hard, the feel of her hot mouth on his body had his cock jerking for
more. He wanted to feel her everywhere on him, touching him, licking him,
tasting
him, as he wanted to do to her.

He let out a deep groan as her mouth traveled lower,
running her teeth across the hip bone that hadn’t been crushed and sending
Goosebumps racing over his body.

She couldn’t really be about to do what he thought she
was.

Quinn’s body felt like it was going to collapse as she
suddenly ran the tip of her tongue up the shaft of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he bit out as she circled her tongue around
the thick head of him.

Every muscle in his body was tense and on fire… would
she really do this, or was it another tease?

A hiss ripped from his lungs as she plunged her sweet
mouth over his throbbing cock, his heart struggling to beat. Each time she
brought her mouth down she took in another inch of him and he dug his finger
nails deep into his palms trying desperately to last.