Quin smiled and her sassiness.
“You should do that more often,” Vanessa suggested.
“Do what?”
“Smile.”
He huffed. Quin smiled—occasionally.
“Are you finished? With your drink?” he asked.
“I can be.”
He chortled. Banter wasn’t something that usually occurred in this room.
Vanessa nibbled on her lip. It was a habit of hers when she was trying to figure something out.
“Stop biting your lip.”
“I know, I know. It’s a socially awkward thing to do. I’m sure you’re used to refined women with refined manners. But, just so you know, I’m a little socially awkward myself and I bite my lip when I’m nervous and when I’m concentrating. Right now, I’m nervous as hell and trying to figure you out.”
Quin cocked his head at her deliberate honesty, unused to such openness from a stranger. Also, unused to someone not following his orders.
“I’m also rambling. Sorry. I just expected to get jumped the second I was in a room.”
“Is that what you want?” he questioned.
“Uh, not really.”
“Then tell me, Little Fawn,” Quin purred, walking closer, “what is it you want?”
His chest was right in front of her face. Vanessa could smell his immortality and it smelled so damned good.
“I have no idea,” she whispered.
“Fair enough. Come over here and we’ll get acquainted.”
He pivoted and moved to the loveseat by the window. Quin sat in sort of a slouching position and spread his legs, looking quite comfortable. His frame took up the entire couch.
Vanessa looked around, but the closest seat was over by the bar.
“Where should I sit?”
Quin patted his thigh and her adrenaline spiked. Shit. She wasn’t afraid to sit on his lap, she was afraid of what would happen after.
She ambled over to him, trying to appear more than confident. She tried to kick off her flip-flops and ended up tripping over her own feet—again—right into his lap.
Quin grunted as her elbow landed on his stomach. If she wasn’t immortal, he might force her to wear bubble wrap.
Vanessa’s face reddened. She shouldn’t have tried to strut.
Quin’s giant hands lifted Vanessa gently and situated her in his lap. She was sideways now, with her butt on one thigh and her legs draped across the other.
“Sorry, Big Guy.”
“Quin,” he said, releasing his persuasion. “Call me Quin.”
She gasped at the feel of warmth brushing across her skin. She’d heard what persuasion might feel like but had never experienced it. No wonder ladies raved about it.
Quin cupped the back of her head and brought her closer. Instead of taking her lips, like she thought he would, he nuzzled behind her ear, inhaling deeply.
Vanilla. She smelled like pure vanilla. He thought he might be able to get drunk off her scent alone. It wasn’t the spicy scent most succubi gave off.
“You smell amazing, Vanessa. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No. You smell good, too.”
He released her head, wanting to see her eyes.
“Why are you here, Vanessa?”
“Because you won. Duh.”
He should start keeping tally of her audacious remarks. Then he’d know how many times to spank her ass later.
“No, why are you doing this?”
“That’s not any of your business, remember? Amelia said we didn’t have to disclose anything to the members if we wanted it to remain private.”
His eyes narrowed. He wanted her to tell him. For some reason, it was important to him.
She fidgeted under his stare.
“Do I make you nervous, Vanessa?”
“Yes.”
“What would help? Seriously, stop biting your lip or I’ll bite it for you.”
Her lip popped free from her teeth and she pressed her lips together.
“Ah, Little Fawn, I can smell your arousal. You’re interested in my bite. And perhaps how I’m speaking to you?”
Vanessa nodded.
“Good. That will make things easier.”
Quin grabbed her hips and shifted her to be square on his lap, her back was now to his front. Slowly, he brought his hands up her sides and grasped her ribs, easing her backwards so her weight was on him.
She giggled, and his dick jerked, as though it was reaching for her. Quin’s entire body was strained, holding himself still.
“Sorry. That tickled,” she apologized.
“So noted.”
Vanessa could feel his erection under her ass and running up her lower back. His palms were now on her thighs, lifting them so they hung on the outside of his legs.
“What now, Big G—Quin?”
“Now we get to know one another. I want you to get used to my touch, Vanessa. It will make this easier for you.”
“Oh.”
He didn’t tell her that going slow with a succubus would make it easier for him, too. He wasn’t sure how he was going to react when he orgasmed, and she gave an extra pull on his vitality, taking it into her body as sustenance.
All immortals could feed from energy produced from intercourse. They absorbed it as it was expelled, as they inhaled the pheromones and soaked up the natural power in the air.
But succubi were different. They drew off their partners directly, like a vampire. It was much more intense. They needed it to live, like food.
Quin massaged her thighs and rubbed his face on the side of hers. Her breathing was picking up. He could hear her heartrate increase.
This untouched female was enjoying the contact, was allowing it though she barely knew him. Another crack in the block of ice appeared.
Vanessa hadn’t expected anyone to take the time to seduce her. She’d hoped for some foreplay, but this felt different.
Foreplay to her was oral sex or some digit manipulation. She had never enjoyed either, much to her family’s dismay.
That’s why she was here. Her mother and sisters had told her she was defective. All succubi loved sex. They needed it. It would become a question of survival if she didn’t figure it out soon.
She’d been getting energy by giving a random blow job here or there. But it wasn’t enough. She’d been getting weaker and weaker until, in a fit of desperation, she ended up here.
Quin’s hands pulled her out of her thoughts. They felt heavy and warm on her legs. He started inching up to her hips and she sighed.
“What would you like to do first, Vanessa?”
“You mean next?” she teased.
Quin pulled her hair out of the way and licked her neck. Vanessa shifted her hips, which was a dangerous thing to do to him just yet.
“Hold still, or I’ll fast forward a few steps.”
“Okay. Fast forward away.”
He tilted her chin to face him.
“What do you mean okay? You want to hop right to it?”
“Well, no, but I … shit. I don’t want to explain, okay? I just need this to happen soon.”
“Why?” he shook his head.
He was willing to go slow with her. Hell, he was fighting himself in order to give her what she needed. Did she not want slow?
Vanessa didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between them.
Then he heard a sound and Quin knew why she was here.
Her stomach rumbled.