Blood Ties (Book 3 of The Blood Bond Series)

16. Clench and Burn

Adam was still hard. One and a half movies watched to try and cleanse his mind, but all he could do was think about the sounds Quinn made, the way her pussy tightened around his fingers as she came, the warm wet of her snatch, and the sweet taste of her after he'd cleaned his fingers off afterward.

Fuuuuuuuck.

He bit back a groan as he watched Quinn on the couch with him, fast asleep after watching Redemption and Provocation, back-to-back. She'd enjoyed both, barely speaking as she watched Carl and Violet get their happily-ever-after, then Nate and Leila. He would have offered the Blu-ray of the TV special, Impulsive Ever After, but her eyes had already been drooping, and he figured they could always watch it another time. Plus, he hadn't taken it out of the drawer with the other discs, and she'd fallen asleep with her head against his shoulder, his arm curled around her.

Since then, he'd sat watching the TV on low. It was just a news program that was giving a rundown of the events of the day. He wasn't even listening, just watching the picture flicker between newscasters in the studio and ones on location as they talked about war in the Middle East, a local SPCA that was filing for bankruptcy, and tempers flaring between countries in Asia.

He needed to get up, move away from Quinn before he whipped out his dick and starting jacking off right here in his living room. His parents could arrive at any moment, and he had no idea when Charlie would be back, though she'd on occasion spent the night with Damon, her shifter friend.

God, he hoped.

He placed a pillow on the couch and gently resituated Quinn so she was sleeping on her side. Afterwards, he headed to his room, where he stripped down to his boxers to ease the ache in his cock and balls, cupping the latter.

"Fuck," he muttered. His damn erection just wouldn't go away, and he wondered if a cold shower would help. Since he was a vampire, he was cool to the touch anyway, so he figured it was probably a useless endeavor.

Stretching out on his back on the bed, he wondered if he should move Quinn in here with him, but he had a feeling that he'd need to manhandle himself a bit before doing that. Staring at her sleeping and jacking off didn't seem like the best move at this juncture in his relationship with his mate. No sense freaking her out if she woke up mid-wank and screamed her bloody head off.

He wanted her touch, but his would have to do.

Slipping his boxers down around his lower thighs, he started to stroke slowly, root to tip. It pulsed in his hand, and he squeezed the shaft closer to the tip when he felt a droplet of precum slide down. He slicked it over the sensitive crown and rubbed a thumb along the top of his testicles, feeling the loose skin tightening incrementally already. It wasn't going to take much to quell this ache.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Quinn, grinding her pelvis on him and giving those soft, mewling whimpers he liked so damn much. Adam could almost feel her pussy still squeezing him, as he had the excellent recall of the experience. He'd been left with a throbbing hard cock after that, struggling to dull the ache. Her proximity was too near, and he couldn't push her away, not when they were finally getting close. Quinn seemed comfortable with him. It would have been a horrible mistake to put any distance between them.

So, he sat there, hard for the majority of the next three hours with Quinn's soft body pressed against his. He was glad she wasn't truly bony, but a nice mixture of supple, soft skin and curves. Even under the afghan he'd placed over her before leaving the living room he could see the gentle flair of her hips.

And that made him even harder, thinking of running his hands over her side, from her chest to her waist and lower, grabbing her ass and kneading the soft flesh, bringing her thighs wide for him so he could cup and rub her, making her wetter, hearing those sweets sounds she made spilling past her lips, the little 'V' she got on her forehead puckering when she was close, so close to coming.