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  If Gemma wanted to know what it was really like to fuck a god, Quin would show her, and she would never question it again.

  Chapter 9

  Gemma's heart rate ratcheted up as his thick erection slipped between her lips. He acted like he wasn't being careful, but she could see the way he was holding back by the set of his jaw and the way he was clenching his teeth. The smell of musk and raw virility had her feminine sensibilities melting into a puddle.

  She sucked hard, knowing that she was tempting the beast within him. She wasn't sure why she was poking at his temper, only that she hated the ire between them. He groaned as the tip of his cock slammed into the back of her throat and she gagged, eyes watering.

  He pulled back.

  "No," Gemma said fiercely, "I am not finished."

  Quin's eyes blazed again and he moved his body forward. Once again, the smell of him swept over her, calming her. His cock brushed her lips and she moaned softly, lapping at the tip. His hand wound into her long hair, pulling slightly so that he could see her face as she took him. Those almond eyes were almost laughing as she pulled him back inside the hot cavern of her mouth. He was so large, she could in no possible way swallow all of his length. But she took a great deal of him, more than most.

  She swirled her tongue and keep up a constant pressure until Quin couldn't think straight. His knees were threatening to buckle and he was forgetting just why he had been so angry in the first place.

  "Enough." He pulled back panting.

  A string of saliva went from her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. Quin reached down, and with two hands, he ripped her clothing right off of her body.

  Gemma gasped as he pushed her back and yanked her panties off and destroyed her bra.

  She should have been irritated at him; it wasn't like she had a spare set. But she had to admit that it was sexy as fuck seeing him like this.

  "Turn around," Quin demanded. "Get on your hands and knees."

  Gemma did as she was told and squealed when he pinched the inside of her thigh.

  "Spread those thighs, the wider the better."

  It wasn't a request; it was the command of a god who knew he would be obeyed, and he was.

  Gemma spread her thighs wide and felt the air brush against the tender, swollen folds of her pussy. She had never felt so wanton, completely at the mercy of a man before. She was used to doing things her way. The Valkyrie were all strong and independent women, but there was something freeing about letting him make all the choices.

  With Quin covering the demands, Gemma could really be in the moment. Every move, every caress, every nuance was fresh and exciting. He stroked the curve of her back, his strong fingers against her satin skin.

  "You are effortlessly beautiful," he said almost absentmindedly.

  Gemma felt the familiar feelings of self-doubt. "I am thin."

  A resounding crack echoed through the room as his hand met her bottom.

  Gemma grunted and moved away, but Quin was quick to grab her hips and pull her back.

  "No, you were the one who wanted to fuck, so we will fuck, my way."

  He spanked her again, open palmed on the other cheek. She hissed but held still this time. Quin moved his hand over the reddening flesh. His cock was becoming painful as he noticed the slickness between her thighs start to thicken.

  He spanked her again and again until Gemma's ass was red and she didn't try to avoid his hand. She pressed her bottom out, seeking his touch.

  But this time, it didn't come. What did, was his soft tongue against her heated folds. He lapped up the slick desire that had spread from her pussy lips down onto her thighs. He buried his face into her heat, the whiskers on his face lightly abraiding the pink skin of her ass and thighs.

  She could feel so much; her ass was stinging, her pussy was throbbing. And she wanted, no, she needed him to fill her. She needed his cock.

  "Please," she croaked, surprised at how hoarse her voice had become.

  "What do you want?" he asked, sliding a finger inside her hot channel and then quickly removing it.

  "I need your cock." She pushed her hips back, chasing his hand. She needed him to fuck her now; she needed him now.

  "Beg me," he growled and rimmed the puckered ring of her ass with his finger.

  She moaned, "Please, please, Quin, please, fuck me. Fuck me, please!"

  She screamed when his cock came slamming inside of her, the force nearly sending her careening into the mattress. Quin grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, his cock thick and throbbing and his balls heavy and swaying against her ass.

  Gemma's panting only spurred him onward, along with the way her back arched and the mewling sounds she made, as if she just couldn't help herself. He slipped a hand around and rubbed furious circles on her clit. The bud was standing out, swollen and needy.

  Her breasts swayed with every thrust, her body completely in sync with him as he took her just how he wanted. His other hand came up to cup one of her ass cheeks, and then he was rubbing her tender hole with his thumb.

  The combined pressure of his hand on her clit and the other on her ass had her shattering around him, her pussy clenching him hard as she came, shaking and writhing beneath him.

  Quin fought to hold on; he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. When he sensed that she had finished, he pulled out and turned her around so she lay on the bed. Taking her right leg and putting it over her left, he turned her and slid in deep.

  She cried out, grabbing at the sheets and moaning as he fucked her sideways, the position of her legs causing it to be so painfully tight for him that he could have sworn he saw stars.

  Her orgasm was quickly building. Her hands went to her breasts and she pinched and pulled on her nipples. Quin's eyes blazed as he watched her. Needing more, he moved her body so that both of her legs were over his shoulders and her pussy was close.

  He slid into her hot center and then demanded, "Play with your clit. I want to see what you like."

  Gemma could hardly even think; she liked all of it. Everything they had done together, now and before. When she was with Quin, all of the problems of the world didn't seem to weigh so heavily.

  She noted briefly that he was a calming influence on her. But that thought flew out the window when his cock began to pound once again and she went spiraling into ecstasy.

  He watched as she used two of her fingers to rub circles counterclockwise. The more she fell toward release, the sloppier she was with her hands. He fought back a grin when he moved her hand back to her breast and took over the job for her, rubbing just as she had been doing and driving her literally to the edge of madness.

  This time, when her release took over, Quin tumbled along after, his cock no longer able to withstand the tight pressure of her pussy. Thick spurts of cum filled her insides, and they slumped upon the bed.

  "Fuck, Gemma, that was hot."

  Gemma propped one eye open. Quin was half on top of her body and still buried inside her. It should have been awkward. But it wasn't.

  "It's nice to have a name again."

  Chapter 10

  "For the love of the goddess, cover that one-eyed snake up! My mate doesn't need to have your cock winking at her."

  Quin's eyes shot open to see Flora, a man with dark skin, and a woman who slightly resembled Ava at the foot of the bed. Gemma grunted and turned over, giving everyone a nice view of her ass which was still slightly pink.

  To Quin's utter amazement, he didn't like the thought of others seeing her in such a vulnerable state. It was odd, since he enjoyed showing off his prowess in the Dragon Flame Ceremonies. Grabbing a blanket, he covered them both, and then he glared at the intruders.

  "Am I to assume there was something wrong with knocking? Or perhaps prisoners of the fey are not allowed such niceties."

  Flora stood there stoically. But the man broke into a wide smile. The small, pale woman at his side had an understanding expression that Quin didn't know what to do with.

 
"My name is Jesse, and this is Clarence, my husband and mate."

  Quin sniffed the air, the hair on the back of his neck rising. "Shifter, you are a shifter."

  Clarence nodded. "Lycan."

  Soft tufts of smoke started to form as Quin breathed.

  "Careful," Clarence warned. "I know you are a dragon king. But things here are a little different, and Jesse is Titania's daughter. She has come to help you. Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

  Gemma rolled back over, a huge yawn breaking before she was able to rub her eyes and sit up.

  "It's the middle of the night."

  Jesse sighed, "I am sorry to disturb you both, but you see, Flora tells me that you have news of a sister. It has been rumored that I had a half-sister, but my parents refused to acknowledge it. I don't know if it's the pain of losing the child, or if my mother is angry that Oberon had a daughter before her. I don't remember a whole lot about the times when the fey were forced from their realm into the human world. I was very young."

  Quin's jaw was tight. "It was a terrible time for all of us. My mother was lost in that battle."

  Jesse's pale face looked stricken. "I am sorry. I didn't know. Please, if you can help find my sister, we will help you. My mate cannot leave the fey. Lycans are not immortal. But I can do much to assist you."

  Gemma blew out a breath. "We need to talk. Can you allow us some time to bathe and dress?"

  Jesse waved a hand negligently through the air, and Quin and Gemma found themselves sparkling clean with fresh clothes adorning their bodies. The soft fabric resembled that of what the fey wore.

  "That is certainly helpful," Quin grumbled. He didn't like having the Lycan anywhere near him.

  "Please come into the sitting area, and we can talk," Flora finally said, her tones soft and her hair a muted creamy color.

  Once seated, Flora made scones and coffee appear with the flick of her wrist, and soon, they were filling their bellies and discussing where they thought Titus and Ava might be.

  "I had a dear friend named Ava," Jesse said quietly.

  Clarence picked up her hand and kissed the back softly.

  "I can't help but be grateful that my sister shares the same name."

  "What happened to her?" Gemma asked.

  Jesse's smile was bittersweet. "As with all things on Earth, she eventually died, passing back into dust. Her spirit lives on in her posterity."

  "Why don't Lycans have immortality?" Gemma turned to Quin. "We do in the underworld, and the dragons and fey do."

  "I don't know," he answered honestly. "I have never met their goddess. Have you spoken with her about it, Clarence?"

  Clarence choked on his coffee. "One doesn't just stop in and ask questions!"

  Quin frowned. "Why not?"

  Clarence's eyes widened. "You are serious? Oh, well, I suppose I haven't the slightest notion how to reach her."

  This bothered Quin; it was nothing like the gods in his realm. His brothers ruled and lived among the people; they were not distant and unattainable.

  "What is the bad blood between the dragons and the Lycans?" Jesse asked hesitantly. "I am sorry if I am bringing up something that shouldn't be spoken of. I just need to understand this better."

  Gemma turned to Quin with a questioning glance. "I do not know all of it. But I know how the Lycans ended up on Earth. I don't know who the goddess is that you speak of when you talk of a moon goddess. But I have fought beside Loki, he is a Norse god, and the father of Hel—better known as Fenrir."

  Clarence scoffed, "That is just mythology; none of it is real."

  Gemma stiffened. She set her cup down and turned to face the large man. "I am a Valkyrie warrior from Valhalla. I have served the monarchy of Asgar for generations. You, a wolf, sit here today in a fairy world created in a pocket of time on Earth by the fey and presume to tell me that my life and all that has been suffered and sacrificed is a myth. I would recommend you tread carefully."

  The man blinked. "I do apologize. I meant no disrespect. I suppose when you put it that way, it does seem rather strange. It is just hard to fathom the things you speak of. How can Fenrir be real? That would mean that the moon goddess isn't real and we are all the spawn of Hel."

  Quin shrugged. "Everyone has someone they wish they weren't related to; it's not that bad. And besides, there could be a moon goddess. There had to be a mother at some point. You need to realize that when Fenrir was sent to Earth, it would have been thousands of years ago. He is a Norse god and is able to shapeshift into wolf and man, but when in his true state, his Lycan is massive, almost the size of a dragon. He is cunning, ruthless, and a murderer; that is why they banished him from his realm. I propose to you, he is the father of all Lycans and that is why they do not have immortality, because part of their blood is still human."

  Gemma straightened. "It makes a lot more sense than the moon goddess theory."

  Clarence shook his head. "No, I can't just throw out everything I have ever known."

  "What about the Academy?" Jesse asked softly.

  Clarence shot her a look. "What?"

  "Lycan Mating Games," she whispered and then turned to Quin and Gemma. "A long time ago, there was a place where all Lycans were sent at the age of nineteen. They were paired up and encouraged to mate. The Lycans were told that it was to save their race."

  "What was really happening?" Gemma asked.

  "The babies were being taken from the mothers, their minds were wiped clean, and then Lycans were sent home. Some even returned to the games year after year; it was horrible."

  Clarence swallowed hard. "I went to the games. We found out about the babies and the serum that was taking away memories. There was a group of us called the resistance who fought back. We ended up getting the school shut down. But that was only the start of it."

  Jesse nodded. "Ella and James were two of the wolves who were babies when they were taken. Their DNA was genetically tested, and they were put through some pretty terrible things. The goal was to make the biggest and strongest Lycans possible—killing machines."

  "Lycans like himself?" Gemma sighed. "I think it is obvious that Fenrir was behind your Lycan Mating Games."

  Chapter 11

  "Once you are free of the fey, you will be able to shift into your dragon. I will put an invisibility charm over you so that when you are flying, the mortals won't detect you."

  Quin paced in front of where Flora was sitting, drinking some coffee.

  "How do you know that these wolves will help us? I know you say they are your grandchildren's grandchildren. But the animosity between the shifters is nothing new. The last thing I want to do is walk into a trap."

  Flora's hair flashed muted colors as she spoke. "My family are outcasts in the traditional Lycan world. With each generation, a little of the fey blood is lost, but it's still there. They have nothing to do with the US United Lycan Force and, in later years, nothing to do with the Lycan royalty."

  Gemma sat forward. "What happened?"

  Flora's jaw tightened. "Lycans used to age much slower than humans, but over the past hundred years, time has been moving more quickly than usual and Lycans are now aging faster than humans. It was almost as if someone was trying to get the generations to die out. My friend, Ella, and her husband, James, passed the throne down to her daughter, Emily. Emily passed it down to her daughter, Grace. But during Grace's rule, there was an uprising from the USULF."

  Sitting next to Flora, Gemma placed a hand on her arm and asked, "Is that when you were banished?"

  Flora's eyes flashed and her hair went stark white. "How did you know about that?"

  "You are not the type of person to leave their family behind, Flora. I knew it had to be something like that. I know this sounds incredible, but who else, other than a god, would have the power to provoke havoc again and again on the Lycans?"

  Jesse and Clarence sat in two wing chairs that were to the side of the couch where Flora and Gemma were resting.

  "I have to admit, it w
ould explain some things," Clarence growled. "Flora's family remains loyal to her, and, yes, they will help you. Avery and Finn's family still live there in some capacity as does the exiled Lycan queen."

  Jesse's expression was shrouded. "Take them the note that we give you. Their numbers are small, but their courage is fierce. If anyone will know how to find your brother, Titus, and my sister, Ava, it will be these rebels. But be warned, the supernatural are hunted on Earth."

  Quin stopped mid-stride and turned. "If my brother is with them, what would you have us do?"

  Jesse and Clarence looked at each other, and Flora bit her lip.

  It was Gemma who replied, "We need the wolves to fight the Vernomi. So, for now, we will fight with the wolves. But that will all depend on how Titus and Ava have been treated and if they are with these rebels."

  "I cannot lie to you," Flora said firmly. "I feel in my heart that they are there."

  "May I touch you?" Quin asked Flora. "I have the gift of sight and would like to see where we are flying."

  Flora nodded. "Of course."

  Quin reached out a hand and took the fey woman's. At first, he was confused, because it wasn't precisely a location, more of a battlefield. There were hundreds of wolves, their eyes unusually focused. They ripped into other wolves, uncaring of lives lost or the gory wreckage they left behind.

  It flashed forward to a large home near the ocean. He could smell the salt in the breeze but couldn't see the water. There were maybe twenty people there, gathered around a campfire.

  Flora yanked her hand away and looked almost fearful at Quin. "You are the Dragon King. I didn't know or hadn't believed."

  Quin reached out to her again. This time, his hand was slow and steady. Flora was hesitant, but she allowed him to take her hand. A feeling of comfort and peace washed over her. It was something she hadn't felt in such a long time. Tears came to her eyes, but they weren't of sadness; this was an overwhelming sense of relief.