Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

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Quinn could feel Calista’s pulse point thudding frantically against his fingers, the fingers that were wrapped around her throat, just below her delicate jaw. He hadn’t applied any real pressure yet and she swallowed against his palm.

He’d been trying his best to be gentle with her but it was getting more and more difficult, especially now. All he could smell was the combined scents of her and Air and it was driving him crazy.

He closed his eyes and tried to gain back some of the restraint he’d managed to show throughout this whole thing. Quinn had left his quintessence self wide open and he’d drunk down the desire and the pleasure from Air and Calista. He’d gorged on it to try and sate the beast that he was trying so hard not to inflict on the water ghuleh. He thought it would be enough. The fact that he’d already cum down Air’s throat in the forest should have taken the edge off. Alas, it hadn’t even scratched the surface and he tried to distance himself again.

This was a major breakthrough for him. He’d never managed to do this with Air, to share the other ghoul with anyone outside of their pack. Yes, Air fucked human siblings every now and then, but the last time he’d tried to include Quinn it had not gone well. Since then they’d agreed that if Air fancied spending time with anyone else, Quinn would stay away. It didn’t happen too often anymore, but so far the arrangement had worked. If Air came back smelling of someone else, Quinn would spend the next few hours covering their scent with his own and they’d both be happy.

This was Calista though. His brain was hardwired differently now when it came to her. Whether it was an after effect of the spell and the drugs they’d been given all of those years ago, or simply because they were compatible with each other, he didn’t know. What it meant though was that this was the first time that he’d actually enjoyed seeing Air with someone else and hadn’t wanted to rip out their throat for touching what was his.

Air was still coming down from his orgasm, eyes half closed, that delicious fucked out expression on his face. Quinn felt so proud of Calista for treating his other half so well. She’d taken good care of him just then; Quinn had felt it through their bond and just the thought of it had him wanting to reward her. He felt his self control straining at the binds that held it.

He nuzzled her hair and held her tighter. She was blissed out also; boneless, spent. If Quinn had let go of her, she’d have flopped over onto Air’s chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and Air smiled up at him.

“You doing okay?” Quinn spoke quietly into her ear.

Her claws were still in his hair, scratching his scalp and gently gripping the strands.

“Mmm hmmm,” she hummed.

Her breathing was slowing but her pulse still thrummed wildly against his fingers. He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently, making her shiver. The feel of her skin against his was maddening, so supple and smooth.

“Can you handle some more?” he said, kissing her neck.

He fucking hoped so. This whole thing had gotten him so worked up and if she said no then he and Air were going to have to take this elsewhere.

She whimpered, head resting heavier against his shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

Fuck. He could feel how turned on she still was, it had been a long time since he’d been this intimate with a ghuleh but he hadn’t forgotten what those emotions and feelings tasted like. He could feel that she was still hungry.

“I think maybe you can, Cali,” Air chipped in. “I think that was just the warm-up. Don’t you want Quinn inside of you?” he said gently. His hand was still holding hers and he brought it to his lips to kiss the knuckles. He rolled his hips and groaned as Calista made a needy little whining sound. Air met Quinn's eyes and that slow, devastating smile crossed his lips. “Oh she likes that idea. The way she just fluttered around me, she likes that idea a lot.”