Chapter Eighteen

Division Eight Headquarters

Tuesday, 10:00 PM

Maddie was a bit nervous when she officially met with Quinn's family. They'd talked about having a nice, relaxed dinner once they reached the old mansion but instead everyone was scrambling to deal with a new case. This time it was a hunter illegally transporting a young Valàfrn pup. The parents were threatening to destroy a city to save their child and Deven, Tess and Zeven rolled out within minutes to find the missing child.

When Quinn had offered to go with them, they'd taken one glance at her and refused.

Which left them nearly alone in the huge house. Supposedly there was a young vampire living in their basement, but she never saw him. And the other active agency member, Harley gave a polite welcome and then retreated to tend to a colicky newborn.

"Tomorrow should be calmer."

"I don't mind the excitement." In fact, she was glad to have Quinn ato herself. "But I don't mind some alone time for just us either."

"Alone time?"

"Yeah, I think you missed an important room on the tour."

"Which room is that?"

"Your bedroom."

"It's pretty boring. Just what you'd find in any old man's room."

"No dirty mags under the bed?"

"Not a one."

"I bet it's comfortable, a relaxing haven for you."

"Sometimes." He picked her up in his arms, scooping her legs into a princess hold. "How about I show you?"

She trembled when his power flowed over them both. The burst of magic moved them to right in front of the bedroom door.

But that magic, it tickled something deep within her body awake. It was the same slightly overheated feeling she'd felt before. She was old enough to recognize the feeling well. That didn't make her less surprised when her wolf spirit whimpered its need into her heart.

More than two hundred years had passed since her last heat cycle. It hadn't bothered her too much other than the decreased likelihood of pregnancy. But even that had been meaningless without a mate.

Despite her earlier talk of possibilities, she hadn't really expected children to be an option. He was a walking dead body, and she was an old wolf bitch. Just what had she been hoping for?

Did any of that matter? They were together and even if miracles didn't happen, maybe that was enough.

She snuggled into his arms as he carried her over the threshold into a room that smelled of leather and lavender.

"You seem to be deep in thought. After all that teasing, I hope you're not having second thoughts."

She bit down on his neck, a little more than a nibble, letting her teeth scrape over his pale skin. "I'm not letting you escape."

"Is that how it is going to be?"

She pulled back enough to meet his gaze, letting him see all her rising need there.

"Oh…"

"Quinn, I'm sorry for what's about to happen, but I trust you to be strong enough to survive." She released a little bit of her restraint, letting her wolf spirit share control. The magic tingled through her bones, not shifting forms but connecting to every single cell in her body.

He must have caught the edge of the power surge. His arms tightened around her. His head fell back with his eyes closed in either pain or pleasure.

As he sank onto the bed, she turned in his embrace, wrapping her thighs around his narrow waist. The motion brought their sexes together, with enough heat to almost burn her alive. He was hard and only their clothes kept them from instantly being merged.

"I wanted our first time in your home to be sweetly romantic and memorable."

"Maddie, every moment with you is unforgettable. I love every minute I spend with you."

"Then you're going to really love this." She pushed him back onto the black comforter. Pressing a light kiss to his lips she held back her desire, leashing it tightly, trying to make each moment last just a little longer. Yet with every second her magic and her need ramped up higher and higher.

It was already too much but she needed even more. She flared her powers, letting them expand and disintegrate their clothing. The precision was perfect, his suit, her clothes, all were gone in seconds. And their flesh came together, a clash of hot and cold.

"You are so sexy." His voice was ragged. His cheeks were surprisingly pink. Compared to him her normal temperature was already considered heated. Now, with being on the verge of a heat cycle she could only imagine how close to burning him she might be.

His hands stroked down her sides and settled in a tight grip on her hips. "Maddie… What are you doing to me?"

The magic shared with her wolf echoed throughout her body, leaving her muscles trembling and her heart racing. She was almost ready to come just by the press of his cock to her clit.

She rocked her hips with a slight motion that shot lightning through her soul. "Yes…" Her breath hissed out. It felt too good. She had to have it again and again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for leverage. Her body sliding up and down his, bringing them together from breast to thigh and everything in between. The physical reaction was amazing and the way their magic clashed was damn near nuclear.

All this before she even had him inside her.

"Quinn, I feel so much. I can't control it."

But there was no way he could understand what it meant to be with a Valàfrn in heat. It was world changing for both of them. The fire and feast could be with anyone. The heat made sure of that.

But the bond was something else entirely. She'd heard stories but never felt it until now. Even the tiniest pleasure was amplified and echoed back and forth between them.

The press of his cock against her clit, the shattering pleasure hit her first, but then he felt it too and reacted to both hers and his own pleasure. And then she felt all that coming back to her again and again.

Just like that the first orgasm rocked through her, leaving her gasping through the pleasure.

Then he snarled. Something primal and dominant that made her wolf whimper in happy submission. Quinn flipped their positions in a single wild motion.

She was beneath him. He shoved into her in a long deep thrust, parting her, conquering her. For the first few thrusts she was too shocked by the invasion to counter. But then she dug her heels in and met his plundering attacks stride for stride.

He chose that moment to kiss her. They clashed on a new battlefield, taking turns advancing until they were forced to come up for air. With only a gasp before returning to the war.

And another ripple of straining climax crashed through her.

"So tight. Good." His voice was so low it vibrated through him.

She couldn't agree more. She'd never felt anything like this before. She could feel their magic tangling and blending everywhere the tendrils touched. Opening her eyes once she caught the visible manifestation, a storm of golden wind and silver butterflies. It was beautiful.

His hand caught her neck and pinned her in place beneath him. His lips paused for one slam of a heartbeat before connecting with the flesh of her neck. A gentle barely-there kiss. Followed by a savagely violent bite that locked down on her and filled her with his pleasure.

He drove into her wildly, while drawing her life into his body. The dominance was all consuming. He was a monster and the only desire he had was for her. For her flesh and blood. Her heart and soul. Her everything. And he would accept nothing less.

This man, who could tear her apart… His mind was completely open to her. His joy and satisfaction with every swallow and thrust. The perfection. The completion. As if he'd always been missing a part of himself and he'd found that part in her arms.

She understood that sentiment. And as her body clenched down on him once more, she felt his restraint give way. And she fell with him into oblivion.