14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Stephanie

" P lease," I whimper. Feeling the press of his big body to mine almost made me come. It was the first time seeing him naked, and the sight was overwhelming. I have never seen someone so well made. He makes me feel small and protected.

"You ask so nicely," he whispers. His breath on my ear spreads tingles through me. "I feel the warmth of your pussy on my cock."

"God," I groan as he swirls his hips. How can I get so turned on by him? It's not only his body but his presence and his words. He is my fantasy come to life. His palm is pressed against my throat. He holds his upper body an inch from mine, braced on his forearm, and I crave the press of it against my breasts.

He surrounds me, and I want to spend my life this way. My bear agrees, growling in contentment because her mate is so near. It's the first time we are completely in sync.

The length of his cock glides through the wetness that covers me, and I push closer, needing him inside.

"Not yet, mate. Hold still," he growls. "I want you out of your mind with need."

"Daddy," I rasp. I'm already there. He's barely touched me, and I'm dripping .

"I've been dying to taste these tits," he growls, bending his head, grazing his lips over my nipples. "Do you want me to suck?" he teases, never quite connecting.

"Yes," I hiss as his tongue barely touches the tip.

"What do you say?"

"Please, Daddy, suck my tits," I beg.

"Good, Little Cub." He licks my nipple, the roughness of his tongue adding another level of sensation. His bear is showing himself. "My animal likes your taste."

He licks again and then sucks the bud into his mouth, pulling deeply, and it takes all my control to keep my back to the floor. His hand by my head pulls on the ends of my hair, and the hand on my neck contracts. I dreamed of a man who would do all the things that make him who he is. All the ways he likes to pleasure are something I never thought I would have.

The universe doesn't make mistakes.

"Quinn," I grit out.

"No, Little Cub," he says against my breast. "What do you call me? Especially when you want something," he reminds me.

"Daddy, please, I need you." He slides his cock through my wetness again, only giving me a hint of the pleasure I want.

"You want this?" he asks, his hips tilting, causing his cock to slightly enter me.

"Yes, Daddy, yes," I cry.

"You are so hot." He lifts enough, looking down between us. "Are you going to take all of me?"

"Yes," I say, but I have no idea if he will fit. I haven't been with anyone built like him. Usually, the men I have dated are slimmer and definitely not as gifted as Quinn.

"Let's see," he says, pushing deeper .

"Fuck." I press my head into the pillow, my chin tipping up. The stretch is overwhelming.

"No," he says, using his thumb to press my chin down. "You watch."

I look into his eyes. My breath catches at the need in his. He's controlling every move he makes. I know he doesn't want to go too fast or scare me. I need to pull at the strings he holds tightly over his actions. I want to have the full effect of his claim.

"Daddy, faster," I say desperately.

"You want it all, don't you, Little Cub?" He thrust further.

"Yes." He keeps going, and I relax every muscle, welcoming him home.

"Fuck." He slams in the rest of the way and holds still as close as he possibly can. He can go no further, and I feel him deep.

I feel him in every part of my body, my pussy, my heart, and my soul. I didn't think I could be this close to a man. I had no idea I could give someone my trust.

His fingers dig further into my hair, just as his fingers on my throat squeeze before he slides almost completely out of my pussy.

"You are mine," he says, and our hips connect. "No one else will ever feel this pretty pussy again." He pumps harder, his cock dragging through every inch.

"Yes, Daddy," I agree. My muscles tighten; I'm already on the verge of coming.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks. His face is close to mine, and he stares, not allowing me to pull away from our connection.

"You, Daddy," I moan.

"Thank you, Little Cub." He gains speed. "Now, who does Steph belong to?"

It takes me a minute to think through the fog of lust. "I belong to Quinn."

"Yes," he says. "Hold tight, baby. "

I prepare. But I don't know how I could prepare fully for the fucking Quinn, my Daddy, gives me. Over and over. He is wrapped around me, through me, inside of me. My legs have fallen completely open to accommodate him, allowing him to control the movement.

I attempt to move my hips to meet his, but he growls low and shakes his head sharply, so I lay passive. Giving him what he wants. What I want. To be thoroughly taken by my mate.

He drops closer, my breasts pressing to his chest.

"Daddy," I pant, ready to come.

"Not yet," he says, placing his lips against mine. "Hold on for Daddy a little longer," he says right before he kisses me.

I think I would do anything he wants. Tingles radiate from my hair to my toes and everywhere in between, and a low pull in my stomach demands release. But I hold on. I wait and enjoy every thrust of his cock, and the swirl of his tongue with mine, and his calloused hand on my skin. His forearm presses in between my breasts as he changes the angle.

He pulls back. "Such a good, Little Cub. You held on for your Daddy," he praises, and warmth expands in my chest. "I want you to come now." I start before the last word leaves his lips.

My head goes back, my back leaves the floor, and my feet wrap around his legs. I come hard. It goes on and on.

"Daddy," I cry.

"Yeah, baby. Fuck yes." Quinn rides out my orgasm and gives me his. "Take Daddy's come," he growls.

"Jesus," I whisper. I feel the heat of his come flooding me. I can feel it saturate my walls, and it sets off another orgasm.

He slows, gliding in short bursts, once, twice, three times, before stopping but holding deep.

He presses his cheek to mine, our harsh breathing in each other's ears. I close my eyes and commit every moment to memory. He makes me feel so much that tears spring to my eyes. He treats me as if I am precious. Someone looking in from the outside may not think so, but with his care and demands of my complete surrender, he grants me permission to get the most pleasure possible out of our time together. I'm falling. I'm falling hard.

He slides his hand from my neck, down between my breasts, to my hip. He grips with his fingers as he pushes up, and I gasp from the loss of him.

"Stay," he demands. He gets to his knees and kisses my hip before pushing to his feet.

I watch his sexy ass while he walks to the bathroom, not able to move a muscle. I continue to watch as he comes back, and as he cleans me with a warm cloth. He gently holds it against me.

"Sore?" he asks.

"No," I whisper. He was made to be mine.

He nods. He leaves again, and comes back without it. I expect him to crawl beside me, but he sits between my legs. He reaches for my foot, using it to push up my knee, and starts massaging my foot and gradually moves up my leg.

I'm shaken. With every pass of his strong hands which I'm sure can cause damage, he treats me so lovingly. I realize my arms are still over my head, and I drop them. I hold them to my chest, afraid my heart is going to burst.

"Thank you, Little Cub," he says.

"For what?" Shouldn't I be thanking him?

"For giving me that gift. For trusting I could give you what you needed," he says. He moves to the other leg, and I am left speechless.

His friends have no idea what a big heart he has. I sigh, becoming lulled.

I fight the urge to close my eyes. "Can I ask you something? "

"Anything."

"You have asked numerous times if I believe you. Is that something you are worried about?" His hands pause a moment before resuming.

"Sometimes, I don't realize I'm saying it," he murmurs. He starts at my feet again. "My dad used to say it all the time." He clears his throat. "After my mom left, we were filled with questions. I said several times that she must not love us enough to stay. He would tell us that she did and that she just needed a break, and she would be back. Directly after his statement, he would say, do you believe me? I guess I got used to hearing it. Who wouldn't want to believe his statements? She had to love us, yet why would she leave if she did?"

My heart breaks. "How could she not love such a good person?"

He snorts. "I won't argue with the good person label. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left. If she loved us, she would have come back. We lived in the same place. It would have taken me a lot of effort to find her." His hands stop. "I wanted to believe," he whispers.

"You don't want to look now?"

He places my legs gently on the floor and crawls over them. "Right or wrong, if she wanted to be found, she would have reached out." He lays beside me and pulls the blankets over us.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to comfort you or say the right words."

He slides his arm over my stomach and pulls until my shoulder hits his chest. "You just did. You saying that is enough comfort." He kisses my lips. "Thank you."

"For the record, I will always believe you."

"Fuck," he whispers and drops his face to my head. "I don't deserve you."

"I don't believe that. We are in this together. You can ask me the question as much as you want, and I will always answer yes. Even though I know now it comes from a not-so-great memory, it makes me feel as if you are checking in with me, making sure I understand the point you are making." I wrap my fingers around his arm.

"That was what he was doing," he whispers. "He wanted me to believe him, to hope."

"Maybe there is still hope," I say, turning to snuggle close, my lips kissing his chest.

"I don't think so."

It's sad, but he is probably right. Why would a mom leave? Would it be too late if she came back now?

I close my eyes and concentrate on his hand caressing my back. My mate hides so many things inside. I can relate, but I want to be his safe spot. I want to be someone he can always depend on. Someone he can always believe. I am learning that my past doesn't define my future. What I went through doesn't make me weak.

Quinn has helped me see that.

Every minute, I am falling for him. Deeper and deeper. I am beginning to realize I don't want to fight the fall.

"No," Quinn growls, and five sets of wide eyes stare at him.

I woke up just as I fell asleep, naked and pressed against my yummy mate. I don't remember the last time I went to bed naked. We slept until nearly noon, but he made me breakfast, and we both took a shower separately, much to my disappointment. Luckily, he keeps extra clothes in his car. We had just gotten done when we heard Breeane downstairs. She brought Sally, Gabby, and Marie with her.

Marie innocently asked if I wanted to have a night out with the girls, but Quinn didn't like the suggestion.

"It's tradition," Marie says.

"All of you are aware there is an asshole out there just waiting for Steph to be alone or without me," he says sternly.

"Bash said he would come," Marie says.

"Do you remember what happened the last time you went out? Wasn't Bash with you then?" He continues to make valid points.

It's kind of annoying.

Not that I don't want to be with him, but I haven't had any time with my sister or Breeane. The other girls seem interesting and nice, too.

Breeane told me about her night out with the girls; it ended with her having a swollen cheek and all the ladies' mates not happy with them.

"We weren't in any danger," Marie says.

"Didn't Breeane get hurt?" Quinn says, lifting a brow.

"Not really," Breeane chimes in. "She was human." A human threw the first punch.

"It was hilarious," Sally says. "I'll have to show you the video."

"You have a video?" Gabby asks.

"Of course," she answers.

"You didn't help at all," Marie points out.

"Breeane had it handled." Sally waves her hand.

"I want to see it," Gabby says.

Sally brings out her phone.

I really want to see it, too, but Quinn is gripping my hip. I don't think he sees the humor in the situation .

"Sally, put the phone away," he commands, his voice deep. More wide eyes. Anyone would get turned on by his tone.

I'm thinking about last night, and the girls have gone quiet when the door opens. Bash, Micah, Kade, and Cash join us.

Sally loses interest in her phone quickly. "Jesus," she whispers, biting her lip.

"Why are you here?" Quinn asks.

"Marie messaged me," Bash explains.

"We wanted to report in," Cash says.

"I was bored," Micah says.

"Fuck," Quinn grits out. "How are you bored? Aren't you looking for the person who's fucking with us?" he asks.

"Of course, but Heath had to leave to take care of something, so we took a break," he explains.

"We haven't seen anything," Kade says.

"Hi guys," Gabby says, wiggling her fingers at Kade and Cash.

"This them?" Sally asks, elbowing Gabby.

"Yes," she says dreamily.

"Nice," Sally says.

"I won't say anything, but you know what I'm thinking," Breeane says quietly to them.

Marie grins brightly at Bash. "Mate," she says, leaning toward him.

"Good choice," he tells her.

My eyes are bouncing between all of them, hardly able to keep up.

"We were talking about a night out," Marie says.

"No," Bash says.

"Thank you," Quinn says.

"You said you would come," Marie states.

"I said I would come if you insisted," Bash says.

"I could use a night out," Micah says .

"Why don't we all go?" Sally suggests, staring at Kade and Cash.

"I don't think so." Quinn pulls me tighter.

"Come on, bear. Don't be the killer of fun," Sally pouts. "If we all go, Steph won't be alone. We could go to the panthers' club. They have excellent security."

"Why not Ryker and Bash's club?" Marie asks.

"Because I won't be responsible for this train wreck," Bash mutters.

"Bash," Marie says, and he narrows his eyes. "So, the panthers club," she says quickly.

"Sounds like a plan," Sally says, clapping her hands.

"No. There is no plan," Quinn says, and it's my turn to look at him.

"Quinn," I say softly, turning to face him. I wrap my arms around his waist, propping my chin on his chest. "I think it will be fun. I promise not to leave your side."

"What if you have to use the bathroom?" he shoots back.

"I'll take the lion, vampire, rabbit, and my sister, a bear, with me. Not to mention, I am a bear. I am not helpless," I throw back. "Plus, I doubt you will let anything stop you from coming into the bathroom to rescue me." I quirk an eyebrow.

"True," he agrees reluctantly.

"I want to have a night out with my mate." I blink slowly a couple of times. "I promise to obey every command."

"You would do that anyway," he says low.

"I'll do it faster." I grin.

He looks up and around the room. "If anything happens, I'll kill all of you," he threatens.

"I've heard that before," Micah says.

"Me too," Sally says.

Quinn cups my neck. "You will be a good girl," he says.

"What happens if I'm not?" I tease .

"Try it, and you'll find out," he rumbles.

I'm curious. I might have to try being a bad girl.