Chapter 42
The host way to describe the look on Claire’s face wasstunned. Quentin stared at her blankly, the weight of his words still lingering in the air.
Claire looked dumbfounded, unable to believe that those words had been directed at her. She took a small step towards Quentin.
“Quentin, did y–you really mean that?” She asked, her voice coming out as shaky,
Quentin had a blank look on his face. “Well I didn’t stutter, did 17”
Her face reddened as she suddenly looked embarrassed. Claire sent me a dirty look before clearing her throat.
spared one last glance at Quentin before walking away and heading towards the hatch. That had been.. unexpected. I’d been so sure that he was rring to me and yet, things had taken the turn they did.
It was hard resisting the urge to squirm where I stood. Quentin’s eyes were now fixed on me. I remained where I stood as he got up from his seat and began making his way towards him.
Subconsciously, I took a step back, then another. Quentin didn’t stop in his strides until he had my leg hit the back of a table and he had me corner.
He placed either arms by my side, caging my body and leaving me unable to move anywhere else. When was the last time we’d been so close and I got to stare into those dark eyes?
Quentin’s head dropped and for a moment, I thought he was going to lash out again. It wouldn’t take me a lot to defend myself and if he thought I would just quietly take his harsh words then he had it coming.
When he finally raised his eyes to look at me, I noticed the hint of fear clouded behind them. His voice was low as he spoke..
“Do you realize how dangerous it is to run around without being able to turn into a wolf? You could have been killed, Melanie.” He said, his voice raspy.
could have handled myself.” I tried to argue, despite knowing he had a point. “Why do you care so much?”
“Believe me, you have no clue.” The glint in Quentin’s eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
We’ll known each other for many years. Our relationship had tethered between the realms of flirtatious and romantic. But eventually, even that had ended up being fruitless, despite all the hopes we’d initially had.
A part of me wondered if we had the Luna’s blessing. That was the only way things could work out for us. If that wasn’t the case, then there was no why we could move forward.
With Quentin standing so close to me, it suddenly felt like the room had gotten significantly smaller. On top of that, he was watching me with those eyes that seemed capable of tipping me right over the edge.
I took a sniff at the air, Then another. There was a nice scent making its way to my nose. And it seemed to be coming from none other than Quentin.
There was no way I could turn into a wolf for the time being, which meant I couldn’t smell the scent of other werewolves in the area.
It must be Quentin’s perfume or cologne. But damn, he smelled so good. Without thinking, I leaned closer to him, letting the deep scent fill my whole
senses.
Was the room suddenly hotter? None of that make sense. Quentin’s scent was making me lightheaded, my body feeling warmer with each passing second.
A picture popped itself in my head that made me want to bury myself alive. There was an inquisitive look in Quentin’s eyes as he watched me.
I thought of what it’d feel like to be underneath him, feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine. He looked strong too. He could probably pick me up without breaking a sweat..
Fuck
Where were all these thoughts coming from? I had to get out of there somehow. And yet as I looked back into Quentin’s eyes, I knew I was utterly screwed. There was no way I was going to leave.
Thinking about him sent another wave of heat through me. When it came to Quentin, I was used to having thoughts about him.
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But this was more of mental images of what it would be like to have him peppering kisses on all parts of my body and making me feel good.
My core throbbed with a desire for attention. I could already feel the wetness slowing coming
Shit.
My mind reeled as I tried to remember something I was missing. Of course. It was already spring, and this was usually the time where as of werewolves would be in heat.
I had a feeling it was the same thing for me. Quentin on the other hand was oblivious to all my thoughts and were on with what he was saying,
“What were you going to do if we hadn’t come?” He asked. “Were you going to let that vile man have his way with you? Yourd really let him do all that and imprison you?”
words were barely reaching me at this point. I knew he had a good point but there was only one thing running through my head at that moment.
What it would feel like to be held captive by Quentin.
