Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(39)

MICAH





In the five years I’ve been watching Quinn, I’ve never seen her look so terrified. She anxiously paces the living room of our apartment, biting her nails, lost in her own thoughts. I know that feeling all too well.

The constant overthinking. The intrusive thoughts.

The crippling anxiety that dwells from insufferable paranoia.

I slowly make my way to her side, reaching out to her with my hand, wanting nothing more than to calm her racing thoughts.

Suddenly, she turns away, pacing up and down the hallway near the front door as she bites off the skin surrounding her nails.

“It’s my fault,” she finally speaks up, putting an end to the silence. “This is all my fault.”

“No,” I immediately reply, clutching her shoulders and turning her to face me. Her eyes are wide, and there’s a look of guilt within them. My stomach turns. How could she believe that any of this was her doing? How could she blame herself? She’s innocent in this.

All of this.

“That’s not true,” I press.

“You guys went there to get revenge for me,” she says, blinking up at me, staring through the holes of my mask, deep into my eyes. “If it wasn’t for me, then we never would have gone there,” she anxiously rushes out. “Then, maybe the police wouldn’t have assumed that we somehow started the fire. I mean, that’s why they tried stopping us from leaving, right? Because they thought it was us?”

My pulse quickens.

Quinn’s face hardens, and her eyes turn to small slits. “Was it us?” she asks, barely any sound to her voice. I remain silent, swallowing down the lump in my throat. I want to tell her. I want to be honest with her. But most importantly, I want to console her. She lets out a nervous breath, shaking her head. “I just hope everyone got out in time…”

Without warning, I pull off my mask, revealing my face to her for the very first time. Her tense shoulders instantly relax beneath my touch. I step closer, forcing her backward until her back is pressed to the wall.

Quinn looks me over, memorizing my every feature. From my shoulder-length, disheveled blond hair, to my brown eyes, down to my lips.

“You’re safe,” I assure her in a whisper. “Breathe.”

She inhales a shaky breath through her nose before slowly letting it out.

“That’s it,” I encourage, taking her hand and pressing her palm right over her chest. “Breathe.”

Again, she inhales a lengthy breath and releases it slowly. Here I am, instructing her to breathe, when she’s taken my own breath away. She is so beautiful. An angel sent from above.

My heart pounds against my ribcage, demanding to break free. There’s this intense magnetic pull between us as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Good girl,” I let out, pressing the front of my body against hers. Her breathing hitches from our close proximity. “Again, Quinn. Breathe.”

She shuts her eyes, giving in wholeheartedly to the calming sensations of me lightly stroking her hair. I lean into her further, and she dissolves against me. Her breathing finally begins to slow, as does mine.

Until the front door unexpectedly crashes open.

Damien and Jensen stride into the house, unmasked, and covered in blood spatter. Quinn runs to them, pulling the two of them into a tight embrace. It’s evident that she’s relieved. All her worries have vanished.

Quinn grabs the back of Damien’s neck and guides his mouth to hers, while he runs his fingers through her hair. She draws back her head, breaking their kiss before turning to Jensen. Their lips collide, and their tongues move in sync.

And I can’t hold myself back any longer.

I spin her around, take her jaw in my hand, and press my lips against hers for the first time. Fuck. She feels like home. I breathe her in, tracing the seam of her lips with my tongue before exploring her mouth feverishly.

My dick painfully throbs from the thought of being inside her. Gripping her hips, I bring her against me. I need to feel her. Really feel her.

Our lips part, and I toss her over my shoulder when she least expects it, getting a small gasp of surprise out of her in the process. Damien and Jensen’s presence lingers behind me as I carry Quinn to my room.

I lower her onto the bed and flip her onto her stomach, tearing open the bottom of her bodysuit. She clutches the bedsheets with tight fists, preparing for my invasion as I step out of my pants and boxers. Working my cock with my hand, I yank her costume up to her waist, taking in the sight of her sexy, round ass covered in fishnets.

She spreads her legs wider, squirming on the bed as my knees sink into the mattress. I inch forward hastily, tracing the tip of my cock up and down her glistening pussy.

Quinn bites the pillow, stifling her moans as I thrust inside of her. She takes every inch of me, all at once, until I pull back and slam all the way in, hitting a wall. The sound of her soft, desperate whimpers drives me to the brink of goddamn insanity.

This only makes me slam into her harder.

“Fuck,” I sharply breathe, tightening my grip on the back of her neck.

I bury my fingers in her pretty blond hair and pull taut on the strands. Thrust after thrust, I send her further up the bed, catching Jensen stepping out of his pants and boxers from the corner of my eye. I slip out of her when she least expects it and turn her onto her backside, pulling her sexy little body to the edge of the bed.