Page 75 of Psychopath

Quinn stiffened at Zane’s lips on his neck. He wasn’t gentle. He sucked the cuts left by Mackie, and the sting turned into a throb. Quinn whimpered and placed his hand on Zane’s thigh to push him away, but then Zane released his neck and gently kissed instead.

“Zane,” Quinn breathed softly.

It was supposed to be a warning, a threat that this type of behaviour could not continue, but it came out needy, more an encouragement than an outright stop.

Zane kissed up the side of Quinn’s throat, then licked a wet stripe beneath Quinn’s jaw.

“What are you doing?” Quinn breathed.

“Reminding you how good it feels to be alive.”

Quinn shivered, squeezing hard on Zane’s thigh. “This is…this is inappro—”

“Shut up,” Zane hissed in his ear. “You’re going to let me be a little inappropriate right now, understand?”

Quinn shook his head but made no move to pull back when Zane cupped his cheek.

Zane leaned in, ghosting his lips over Quinn’s before leaning away a few inches.

“I wanted to kill him,” Zane said. “I didn’t want to stop kicking him until he was dead, and even then”—he brushed his nose against Quinn’s—“I might’ve kept going.”

“I know.”

“Fucking animal,” Zane hissed, and Quinn didn’t know whether he was talking about himself or Mackie, but he didn’t get a chance to question him. Zane’s mouth was on his, pushing and demanding, and a glowing warmth chased away the cold.

It started hesitantly. Zane had to coax, to guide, but it was a losing battle for Quinn.

He liked the hand that had slid to the back of his neck. He liked Zane’s soft lips and his warm tongue and the taste of Zane taking over his mouth. Even the scratch of stubble made him shiver, and tingles rushed down to his toes. Then it was Quinn’s hand on the back of Zane’s head, and his lips eagerly moving and accepting, and then chasing when Zane pulled back with a soft laugh.

Zane placed the papers and the pencil on the bed, licked his lips and was about to continue where they’d left off, but Quinn shot to his feet and made for the door.

Zane followed, silent on bare feet, and snagged Quinn’s hand.

“Shhh,” he said, keeping his voice low. “It’s alright—”

“It’s not alright.”

Zane’s arms slipped around Quinn’s waist. “It is. We can carry on with the session, we can stop this. I’m sorry, I just had to do that. I had to kiss you to reassure myself you’re okay, you’re alive, but we don’t have to go any further.”

Quinn was staring at Zane’s mouth the whole time he spoke. He looked away.

“I can’t.” Quinn closed his eyes. “I can’t sit on the bed with you and pretend we weren’t just…pretend like I don’t want to—” His eyes snapped open. “It’s best I go.”

Zane nodded, his eyebrows dipped in what looked like sympathy, then he leaned in again and caught the rest of Quinn’s protests in a kiss. He pressed Quinn to the wall beside the open door, squeezing the air from his lungs. Temptation won Quinn’s internal battle, and he kissed back.

The kiss was hot and hard, and Quinn ran his fingers into Zane’s hair and pulled. Zane groaned around his tongue and jolted his body forward. They were both aroused, and the slow drag of their concealed cocks made them groan into another lock of mouths.

Zane pulled away with a wet gasp and pressed his forehead to Quinn’s. “We have to be quieter than that.”

Quinn pulled his head from the wall, taking Zane’s mouth in another kiss. He nipped Zane’s soft bottom lip. “No,” Quinn murmured. “We have to stop.”

“Your words and your body are saying different things, Doctor Quinn.”

“There’s a lot of that going around.”

Zane smirked and nuzzled into Quinn’s neck.

Quinn shivered when he felt Zane’s hot tongue against his throat, then his teeth nipping the skin. Zane found the scratch marks again and used the flat of his tongue to lick over them. They tightened and tingled.

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