A/N I accidentally labelled this as 72 instead of 71. My bad guys!!!
When I first caught sight of Quinn laying on the couch, I assumed he was dead. I hesitantly walked around the couch, observing the motionless incubus.
"I'm not dead."
I let out a heavy breath. "Oh thank the goddess," I let out, chuckling a bit from the overwhelming nervousness that washed over me.
He sat up, allowing me room to sit next to him on the couch. No one was awake yet, probably beat from all the night time activities. Quinn pointed to my neck which had a fresh bite wound. "Finally mated?" I nodded. "Nice."
I raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking the obvious question. "Stop looking at me like that! I was just on a run." He was in running clothes and sneakers, so his excuse wasn't poorly supported.
"A run through the woods? Then you somehow stumbled upon this cabin and decided to lay on the couch? How long have you been here?" Quinn threw his hands up in defense.
"Not long, only a couple of hours. You can't blame me, your sexual energy was tickling me all the way across pack territory!" He claimed, holding himself as if he was a toddler throwing a tantrum.
My eyes narrowed as I looked to see if he was telling the truth or not. I didn't think he was lying, but I also didn't think it was the whole truth. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Thursday! A few newly mated couples have been offering up their series, so I've been plenty fed."
"So you weren't hungry, but still felt the pull to come here. If the pull was so strong, why isn't Joseph here?" He tensed, frowning as he faced realty. "This isn't about the sexual energy, is it?"
Before he got a chance to explain himself, Lyle marched down the stairs in only a pair of basketball pants. His new mark and plenty of hickeys were on display. He glanced at Quinn, but didn't seem phased by his presence. He gave me a firm kiss before moving to the kitchen.
"Quinn, have you had pop tarts before?" Quinn shook his head, causing a wide grin to grow on my mate's face. "Let me introduce you to the most sugary goodness that will ever enter your mouth." Lyle popped a two pack into the toaster.
I walked up to my mate, wrapping my arms around him from behind. "Did you know he was here?" I whispered into his ear.
"I saw him last night when I came down for water. I'm choosing not to ask questions. I made a vow to not be on his bad side."
I sighed, deciding not to dwell on the situation for a bit and instead make eggs. As Lyle boasted about how many pop tart flavors he's tried before to Quinn, I started frying eggs for us. We all sat at the table with a small breakfast consisting of toast, eggs, orange juice, and of course pop tarts.
"How was the mating?" Quinn asked Lyle, knowing I wouldn't be as open mouthed as my mate.
Lyle moaned loudly, still with food in his mouth. "Sex is fantastic. If I wasn't a werewolf, I'd want to be an incubus to give me an excuse to have sex all day long." I cringed as Lyle began going into more details about our sex, but didn't stop him as Quinn wasn't bothered at all. I figured Quinn might also be feeding a little bit off of Lyle's sexual arousal by retelling the story.
After breakfast, Quinn received a call from a worried Joseph. Quinn didn't put up a fight and saw himself out as soon as the call ended.
"Shower?" I looked up to see Lyle waiting at the stairs for me to follow.
Lyle was the first to shower as I began to organize our things. I set out new clothes for the day for both Lyle and me. The lump of sticky sheets in the corner of the room made me sigh thinking about having to wash those. We cleaned ourselves up last night using some spare towels, but those didn't help the sweat and cum that still clung to our skin.
I joined Lyle in the bathroom to see him stepping out of the shower. I should be used to seeing my mate in his naked glory, but even after all this time my body still buzzed with excitement.
"Are you just going to stare?" Lyle giggled, finally wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel. It didn't stay on long because my wolf instincts took over. I turned him around so he was facing the mirror and leaning over the counter. His flushed cheeks showed his surprise with my actions. I noticed my eyes glowing in the mirror, but switched to focus on my mate instead. I held his eye contact as I ripped the towel off him. I pushed his back forward, forcing him to lean more against the sink.
My heart continued to race as I looked at my mate bent over the counter, ready to to be fucked. My fingers grazed down his back before reaching for the lube on the counter. Lyle spread his legs as I squirted the liquid on my dick. Even with his wet hair sticking to his forehead, I could still see the lust in his eyes.
I spread his cheeks as I aligned my hard dick with his hole. I grabbed his waist as I shoved my dick inside of him. He shrieked out in a combination of shock, pain, and pleasure. As I began to fuck him, I noticed his head falling down so I couldn't see his face. I tangled my hands in his hair, yanking it up so his eyes would meet mine in the mirror.
"I just couldn't resist fucking you again," I moaned out as I thrusted deep inside of him. He panted, clearly enjoying himself. "My instincts are telling me to cum in you as much as I can," I admitted, kissing his shoulder blades.
"And we both know how well you take my cum, baby."
Lyle moaned loudly like the slut he is, his hand slapping onto the mirror in an attempt to keep himself from falling apart.
Once I noticed him falling apart, ready to cum, I yanked his hair again. He yelled out as he orgasmed. Just the sight of him cumming had me shove my dick as far as I could inside him and force him to take all my cum. He whimpered in an attempt to be released from his overstimulated state, but I firmly kept him still as I finished cumming. He continued to whine as I pumped my cum all inside him. I swear it was even more than last night.
Once I filled him up, I did a few more pumps inside him, driving him absolutely insane.
He took a minute to pant, collecting himself. "You okay?" I asked, concerned about his silence.
His hands on the counter held him up as he stabilized. "If you don't fuck me again, just like that, I'm gonna have to threaten you with a good time," he threatened in a strained voice.
Frozen, I wasn't sure what to do. "Now?" He gave me a look that said that was a stupid question. Instead of answering, he leaned over the counter again.
"You cumming inside of me is the most amazing feeling in the world. I need you to fuck me and hold me still as you use me as your little slut to fill with your cum," he ordered, and by his serious face, I could tell he wasn't fucking around. He would get what he wants.
His words made my dick harden instantly, so I slid right back inside of him. He was weak this time around, barely fighting me as I hit his prostate abusively. He moaned choruses as I tugged his hair and slapped his ass.
It wasn't long until I was close to my climax once again. I started fucking him a little faster and more aggressively. He moaned louder.
"You want this? You want your mate to bed you over the sink and fuck you like this? You want me to force you to take my cum?" I haven't had much practice with dirty talk, but by his reaction I was feeling pretty good about it.
He pushed back against me, answering my question. He did want it, and he wanted it bad.
I felt myself begin to climax, so once again I yanked on his hair and pushed his shoulders back so his whole body was forced to take all of my dick. He cried out with me as I came. I felt myself shooting cum all inside him, and he withered in the pleasure it brought him.
"Fuck! Fuck!" He shouted as the cum continued for minutes on end. Watching my mate in such a state just made me cum harder.
He tried to pull out after a while, but I still felt myself shooting the last remainder of the cum, so I shoved him back onto my dick.
I looked down at my mate absolutely covered with my cum. The white liquid dripped down his legs, somehow making me hard again.
"Are you seriously hard again?" Lyle whined, trying to escape my grasp unsuccessfully.
"You were the one who wanted all my cum, and I swear if you keep wiggling your ass I'm going to cum again," I strained, trying to focus on not cumming again. Lyle had other plans as he wiggled some more, managing to slide himself along my dick.
"If you got more cum, then give it to me."
That was it. I slammed his face into the counter and began fucking him senseless again. This time was harder, more primal. I barely felt like I was in control.
Lyle cried out as I came again, pulling him in deep as my cum continued to fill him. His time, I let him go as soon as I finished.
"Your stamina is going to fucking kill me."