Bloodbath (Order of the Unseen #4)

Chapter Three

Quinn

D inner was delicious, but I’ve worked up another appetite…

And it isn’t for food.

Maybe it’s from the way his hair is slicked back, the slight stubble on his face, or his I really want to fuck you eyes.

Whatever it is, I find myself clenching my thighs in search of relieving the ungodly ache. Beneath my skirt and tights, I’m wet, and when I place my hand on his thigh, I’m not surprised to feel his erection.

He pulls down a quiet side street, soft sounds escaping him while I work him through his jeans. I didn’t think it was possible for him to grow harder, but here he is, proving me wrong.

Micah glances over at me briefly with heated eyes. “You want it?”

“Yes,” I breathe eagerly.

“When?”

“Now.”

“Here?”

I nod, heat rising in my cheeks.

He pulls over to the side of the road and places the car in park. Before he has the chance to fumble with his belt, I’m undoing it for him, and yanking the hem below his hips. The moment his cock springs free I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans heavily, running his hands through my hair.

Desperate and as feral as ever, I take him as deep as I can, gliding my tongue up and down his long length while pumping him with my hand.

“Ah, fuuuuck.”

Bobbing my head, I suck him harder, coating every inch with saliva and tightening my grasp. I swear I’m about to come the second he reaches behind me and yanks down my tights, burying his hand between my legs, his fingers teasing my entrance.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking wet.”

With the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, I gag.

“Good girl. Fucking choke on it,” he commands, breathing heavily and thrusting deeper. “You’re the cutest thing with a mouthful of my dick.”

He traces his fingers over my clit, then presses down firmly, the friction sending sparks through me.

I moan fiercely, trembling.

Micah grips my hair tight, a brief sensation of pain ripping at my skull. He brings me down on his cock, pumping into my mouth repeatedly, cursing and groaning with each movement. He holds me in place, burying himself deep in my throat, stealing away my oxygen. I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

Tears stream down my face as I gag viciously, saliva pooling out of my mouth.

“That’s my good little slut,” he praises, bucking his hips and holding himself there, my lips stretched around his thickness. “Look at you, baby. I’m so. Fucking. Proud of you.”

My heart thumps wildly, either from the loss of air or excitement.

Finally, he releases his tantalizing hold on the back of my head and strokes my face with his thumbs.

Still gasping for air, I work him with my hand, blinking up at him through tears.

His lips curl into a devious smirk. “Yeah? You like when I tell you that you’re a good little slut for me? When I tell you how proud I am of you? When I steal your breath away and give you nothing but cock to choke on?”

My pussy spasms around his fingers as he buries them inside me. I cry out in desperation, needing so badly to come that I’m left trembling from his words, embarrassed to admit how drenched they’ve made me.

He grabs my jaw firmly and pries open my mouth with his thumb. “Answer me,” he groans, his dick twitching in my grasp.

“Yes,” I rush out pathetically, grinding against his hand as he fucks me with two fingers. “Yes, I fucking love it. All of it.”

He bites his lip, watching me intently as I suck his thumb into my mouth. “You’ve been dying to ride my cock all night, haven’t you?” I nod. “Is that what you want, baby girl?”

The tone of his voice alone almost makes me see stars.

He gathers more of my hair in his hand and I return to his pulsating cock, gliding my mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. “God damn,” he groans, curling his fingers. I moan, sucking him hard. “Tell me what you want.”

Releasing him with a wet plop, I look into his eyes and impatiently whimper, “I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad.”

He fists his cock and removes his hand from my pussy. “Hop on.”

Soft sounds escape him as he rolls back his seat. Without any hesitation, I kick off my boots and pull off my tights completely. Breathing hard, he yanks me onto his lap, my damp thighs now straddling his hips.

Taking my ass in his large hands, he brings me closer, staring straight into my soul as I lower myself onto him inch by inch. This position feels like heaven on earth. I can’t help but cry out at the sensation of being so consumed.

I rock my hips, grinding myself against him while his thumb circles my clit. It’s clear he’s getting enjoyment out of giving me control, his eyes not leaving mine for even a second.

It doesn’t even take me a full minute before I’m spiraling far over the edge. Raking my nails down Micah’s ink-covered neck, my body convulses against his, my walls clutching him.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, coming down harder, my bare ass smacking against the top of his thighs again and again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck… fuck!”

“That’s my girl,” he praises between clenched teeth, thrusting upwards to meet my rhythm. “Let me feel that pretty pussy suck at my cock.”

He grips the back of my neck and brings me down forcefully, his forehead pressed against mine, and his eyes burning into my own.

“Say my name when you finish,” he commands between thrusts. “Say my fucking name.”

I rock my hips, arching my back as my head rolls. “Micah,” I moan feverishly.

He grunts, pumping into me with strained breaths. “Fucking hell, baby. I love when my name falls from your lips.”

“Micah,” I cry out for him again.

“That all you got?”

“Micah!” I scream louder.

He slips his tongue into my mouth aggressively, one hand tangled in my hair and the other coming down forcefully on my ass.

He bucks his hips, sinking into me deeper. “Here?” he breathes softly.

“Right there, yes,” I gasp into our kiss.

The passion between us builds, and when another wave of my orgasm claims me, he rests his face in the crook of my neck, trailing soft kisses down my throat.

“Keep coming for me,” he whispers. “Give me another—”

The sound of a siren abruptly pulls us from the moment.

“Shit,” he growls, catching a glimpse of flashing lights from behind us through the rearview mirror.

The both of us move fast, breathing harshly, our bodies covered in sweat. I’m back in my seat in the blink of an eye and Micah’s erection is tucked back in his pants, straining uncomfortably.

After several police cars rush past us and disappear around the corner, I burst into laughter.

He stares at me incredulously. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“I’m—I’m so sorry.” I continue to belly laugh. “Oh my God. That scared the hell out of me! What a rush!”

He runs a hand through his hair.

“Are you going to get blue balls now?”

“Probably,” he sighs.

“Isn’t sex in a car illegal?”

He rubs at the big bulge in his pants. “Yup.”

“I didn’t even get to return the favor!” I reach for his thigh, tracing my hand over the outline of his erection. “Pull it back out. Let me suck it.”

“I’m good, babe. All that matters is whether or not you got off,” he replies with a smirk. “And given the fact your cum is all over my dick and thighs right now, I’d say mission accomplished.”

“Can you imagine if you just got arrested for fucking me in public?”

“I mean,” he says, shrugging it off, “I was more worried about you. I’ve done worse.”

Goosebumps pebble on my skin.

Having sex in public is nothing like…

Murder .

I swallow hard.

Jenna may have been right about how the three of them are dangerous. I was na?ve for a long time before I finally realized just how dangerous they truly are.

The darker part of myself simply doesn’t care. They say love clouds your judgment, that it makes you do crazy things, things you’d never even dreamt of doing. They say love changes you. That it turns you into a different person. For a long time, I didn’t believe it. I thought it was a bunch of hocus pocus. But now I’m a believer.

Although the voice in the back of my head taunts me every day.

Run , Quinn . They’re dangerous. Darkness follows them everywhere. They kill people. One day, they’re going to go down for all the horrific things they have done and keep doing. They’re never going to stop. Run.

But… I’m not running.

Not unless I’m running with them.

On the way back to the sorority house, we end up driving past a house with several police cars parked out front. It takes my brain a second to register that it’s the house where a suicide happened years ago. I remember my parents talking about how cheap it had sold for after the incident. The flashing red and blue lights are bright as we drive by slowly, taking in the scene of an older man and woman sobbing on the front lawn, having a quiet conversation with the officers.

“Oh shit,” I say nervously. “That can’t be good.”

Micah reaches for my hand and holds it steadily on his lap for the rest of the ride back. He parks out front and walks me up the front steps. I can’t tell if it’s just in my head that his demeanor seems much different than earlier.

He has grown quiet, and there’s a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

“You alright?” I ask, squeezing his hand.

He squeezes my hand in return. “I spent most of the night with you. I’m better than alright.” I smile. “You sure you don’t want to spend the night at our place?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I have class early in the morning,” I remind him. “Tomorrow night, maybe?”

“Come here.” He brings me into a warm embrace, and I rest my face in his chest. “I miss you already.”

My body relaxes as he rubs my back soothingly.

“I wonder what was going on back there.”

“Where?”

“At the house with all the cops.”

He tenses against me, tracing gentle circles with his fingertips on the small of my back. “I’m not sure.”

“I’ve heard some horror stories about that house,” I tell him, a chill shooting down my spine at the thought.

“Like what?”

“That someone died there. Don’t they call it the suicide house?”

“Something like that.” He displays a subtle grin when I step back, so subtle it almost looks forced. “I hate that you have to wake up so early. It’s cold as shit and I want to use your body for warmth.”

With a giggle, I draw him closer. “See you tomorrow,” I say, standing on my toes and pressing my lips against his.

He nods, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck and holding me in place. I lean into him, slipping my tongue past the seam of his lips. My stomach flutters and my arms find their way around his neck, my fingers combing through his hair. I catch the low groan of satisfaction he releases in my mouth, his hands roaming down my hips and gripping my ass.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, drawing back his head and looking into my eyes. He takes a moment, searching for the right words. With a sigh, he leans down and kisses me tenderly, caressing my cheekbone with the back of his fingers. “I hope you know how much you mean to me.”

“I do,” I breathe into our kiss.

“You mean the world to us,” he murmurs, kissing me passionately. “I hope you know by now that we’d do anything for you.” My heart races. “You do know that, right?” He takes my face between both his hands and stares into my eyes with admiration.

“Yes,” I whisper, so softly I’m not sure he hears it.

“Good,” he breathes, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose. “I love you. Get some sleep.”

Micah freezes, his eyes growing wide as shock spreads across his face.

My heart skips a beat, my mouth falling open.

“I-I mean—I’m—” he stutters. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. It slipped out...”

“Micah,” I murmur, my hands trembling against his chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“I love you, too.”

“Wha—You do?” he asks, childlike, his eyes lighting up in ways I’ve never seen before. “Quinn Rowland loves me?”

“Yes,” I confess.

Suddenly his lips are firm on mine, both sensual and tender. I’m consumed with intense sensations, bouncing from nervous excitement, exhilaration, and vulnerability, but somehow, there’s no fear.

Not even a hint.

I’ve never felt so sure.

He softly traces my cheek with his thumb, his head tilting to the side and deepening the kiss. A deep hum escapes him as he pulls my body into him, his tongue thrashing against mine. My knees grow weaker by the second. My hands explore his biceps and shoulders while his fingers run through my hair, the passionate and sexual tension building between us.

My body quivers in response to his gentle caresses. His cedar scented cologne and the peppermint taste of his lips sends my senses into overdrive. Our breathing quickens, the desire of one another intensifying. With each stroke of our wandering fingertips, the urgency between us grows.

Micah holds me close, his large hand trailing up my spine to cradle the back of my neck. He pulls away briefly, gazing into my eyes with admiration.

“You’re the first person to ever tell me they love me.”

“And this is the first time I’ve ever said it to anyone,” Micah replies. “Let me try this again.”

He moves me backward until my back is flush with the door, his lips meeting mine once more. An ache settles between my damp thighs as desire continues to spread throughout my body like a wildfire.

“I’m in love with you, Quinn. You’re perfect for me, in every way,” he whispers, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth.

I plant a small kiss on his jaw. “You’re perfect for me, too.”

“You’re mine forever.” He caresses my face with the back of his hand, his eyes eagerly exploring mine.

“And you’re mine.”

“I should go. I can feel the worst of my corniness getting ready to break free.”

I laugh quietly. ”But that's one of my favorite things about you.”

“Fuck, babe. You’re biting your lip and it’s…” he hesitates, taking in a shallow breath, shifting his stance. “I really need to go do something about this.”

“Don’t go,” I whisper, my fingers roaming through his hair as I bring him closer, refusing to let go.

“Feel what you do to me.” He takes my hand and guides it down to the large bulge in his pants. “Loving you makes my dick so fucking hard.”

I moan, fighting back the urge to strip off my clothes right here and now, even in mid-January while there’s still fresh snow covering the ground.

“If I don’t leave right this second, baby, I’m going to end up bending you over and taking you from behind, right here,” he warns, staring at me through heated eyes.

Leaning forward, I press my body into him. “Do it.”

“Yeah?” he asks, the corners of his lips tugging into a wicked grin. A small groan of sexual frustration escapes him. “Don’t tempt me. You know I will. Or you can just sneak me upstairs.”

“No guys allowed, sorority rules—”

“Then let me give you another.” He reaches down between us to slip his hand between my legs.

Spreading my legs slightly, I inhale a small breath, quivering against his touch. His lips meet mine in a hungry kiss. He lightly grazes my clit with his fingertips, not quite making full contact. The edging is absolute torture.

But my head rolls back along with my eyes just from the teasing and anticipation. His warm mouth feels like fire on my skin as he trails soft kisses along my throat. He licks, nips, and bites his way to my collarbone, his finger teasing my entrance. The heel of his palm brushes against my clit as he sinks two fingers inside me.

I whimper, my back arching from the door. Even while the bitter air nips at my skin, I’ve started sweating, my endorphins raging. He works my clit with his thumb and pumps into me deeper, curling his fingers and stroking my most sensitive spot. My thighs lock around his wrist and my body stiffens.

He takes hold of my jaw with his free hand and demands eye contact, his gaze searching my face, studying my every response to his touch. Right on cue, my breathing hitches in my throat as the roughness of his palm grazes my swollen clit.

“Micah,” I breathe deeply.

“I love the way your cheeks turn red,” he observes, working his fingers deeper inside me, quickening his thrusts. “You blush so easily.” I buck my hips forward, matching his movements, desperate for another inevitable orgasm. “Grind that pussy against my hand like a good fucking girl.”

I continue riding his hand, my arms around his neck and nails digging into his broad shoulders. My jaw drops as my peak rapidly approaches. He knows just how to touch me.

“Give it to me, Quinn,” he orders, firmly gripping my jaw. “Come all over my fingers. Give me something to taste for the ride home. I’m starving.”

I’m instantly swept away, a pleasure so intense my knees unlock, and I nearly sink to the ground.

“Mmm... Just like that.”

Micah hugs me against him, watching in awe as I come undone, my pussy clenching tight around his fingers.

He leans down, eying me closely, his lips brushing my ear. “I love when you fall apart for me,” he says, before slipping his fingers into his mouth with a hungry groan and heady eyes. He opens the front door for me and smacks my ass as I step inside. “Sleep well, baby.”