Chapter 6: Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Ruth Eden Glass

It was inappropriate, but I couldn't help but stare at his lips. His golden skin glistened in the early morning light, as I admired him. Alpha Quinn Danvers. A man with a soul as beautiful as his face.

I had told him everything about Drew and Abel, and he'd done nothing but hold me and let me cry in his arms. I'd then fallen asleep in his hold, somewhere in my breakdown, but he'd carried me to bed and tucked me in under my covers. He'd slept on my couch, my spare blanket over his body.

I left him sleeping, as I crept past him and into the kitchen where I quickly began to make coffee and eggs for breakfast. Butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach as I cooked, thinking of how much Quinn had cared and looked after me the night before. I'd not let anyone be that close to me in years, I'd forgot how good it could be to be with people.

As I was finishing cooking, Quinn woke up. He strolled into the kitchen, running a hand through his messed hair. Once more my eyes admired the view, before I remembered he was an Alpha, and looked away. I was shocked that I was feeling desire for Quinn, as I had never felt desire for anyone since Drew.

"Morning" I grinned at him, blushing softly as he glanced over the Mickey Mouse pyjamas I had changed into.

"Morning, darlin. How are you feeling now?" Quinn smiled at me.

"Better" I replied bashfully. "I'm sorry about yesterday...I'm embarrassed that you had to see me like that".

Quinn waved his hand dismissively, "nonsense. I'm very happy you shared all that with me. Maybe in the future, when you're feeling down, you can come to me again. I don't want you to see me as your Alpha, Ruth, but as your friend".

I smiled softly at him, before dishing up two eggs on some toast. "Here you go" I said, handing him the food. He thanked me before taking a seat at the island and digging in. I served myself a plate before sitting down opposite him and eating too.

I was eating quietly trying to stop myself from sneaking glances at Quinn as I did so. But, when I finally did glance up, Quinn was already looking at me. Our eyes met and I quickly looked back down at my food, blushing like an idiot.

There was just something about Quinn Danvers that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something that had butterflies fluttering inside my stomach and blood raising to my face. I felt like I did when I had my first crush in school. I remembered who that crush was, how could I not?

Andrew Jones. Drew had been a year older than me and when I walked in on my first day of middle school and saw him in his Football jersey, laughing with his friends, I had practically turned to jelly at his feet. I had looked at him and my head had spun. I was too young to know we were mates at that time, neither of us had Shifted, but I was so taken with him that I could barely speak when he was around me.

And that was how I felt around Quinn. Like a fourteen year old girl who'd just developed a new crush on a boy way out of her league. And at the time of my crush over Drew, he had been out of my league as I was going through some bad puberty that had me covering up my body and covering my spotty face. But, with Quinn, he was out of my league because he was an Alpha and I was nothing but a lowly Pack Wolf.

After we finished eating, I grabbed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. Quinn sighed as he glanced at his wrist watch. "I guess I better go".

"Of course, an Alpha like you must be very busy" I smiled back, slightly sad that he was leaving.

"I was actually thinking that you must be needed at work. I can take the morning off if I want to" Quinn replied back. His smile was slightly sad but it held understanding, and I didn't understand how I knew that from his smile. Perhaps it was just that I could read Quinn better than I expected or maybe I was just wishful.

"I'm not at work until this afternoon. I was planning to go the gym, but we can do something else if you want" I said, the words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"The Pack gym?" he questioned.

"No, the cheer gym. The squad won't be around so it'll be empty, I usually get my workouts and chorography in. But I can leave that if you want".

"No, no, no" he shook his head quickly. "I wouldn't want to mess with your plans".

I wanted to tell him that I wanted him to change my plans, mess them up as much as he wanted. But that seemed too desperate. So, I simply agreed – despite the fact I wanted to grab him around the waist and tell him to stay with me all day.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence before Quinn made his move to leave. Begrudgingly, I walked him to my door. But before he could open it to leave, my stupid mouth opened instead. "Don't go" I blurted out. Quinn glanced back at me, eyebrow raised in confusion that urged me to explain. I blushed brightly as I looked him over. "What I mean is...I would really like it if you took the morning off".

Quinn grinned brightly – like a kid on Christmas morning who'd just seen the pile of presents under the tree. I awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other, trying to find more words, as he watched me. "Ruth" he said softly, making me look up at him. He was closer than I expected, making me stretch more to look into his eyes.

And then, he was kissing me.

It took me a few seconds to work out what was happening, as his arms came around me and his lips came down onto mine. It wasn't that I didn't want him to kiss me – I'd been the one who asked him to stay, well aware of what would happen – it was just a shock that I actually allowed it. I expected my body to coil away in disgust, at kissing someone who wasn't my mate, but I didn't.

I threw my arms around his neck as I leant up to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft and delicate but with the strength and passion I expected. My body shuddered in pleasure that I had not experienced in years. A simple kiss that had my entire nervous system sparking and jumping in desire.

Quinn was patient with me, kissing with determination but not taking it any further. He knew how delicate I was, and he was proceeding with caution. Part of me was grateful for his considering, the other half of me bulked at it. I didn't need him to baby me and look after me, if I didn't want him to take it further I wouldn't let him – I wasn't a broken china doll. So I made sure he knew just that.

I pressed my chest up against his, deepening the kiss, as his hands settled on my hips. His scent surrounded me, igniting a fire within, as his body pushed me back until I was pressed against the front door – nowhere to go but to press tighter against his large, muscled, body. There was that saying; naught to sixty. But that wasn't what it was like in that moment, it started at sixty and just kept speeding up.

Reaching down, Quinn's hands ran over my hips before curling around to rest on my rear. His hands groped and felt before he picked me up. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist before I could instruct them to – my body in full control and my brain letting it be.

Somehow we made our way to the bedroom, hands groping and feeling and exploring as we moved. I barely felt my back touch the bed, as my hands knitted into Quinn's dark hair. Every part of my body was on fire. He was beautiful and strong and passionate, nothing but sexual attraction mattered in that moment.

I had no thoughts of Drew, no thoughts of mates, no thoughts of consequences. I was letting my mind take a break, letting my body give in to its cardinal desires. I kissed him and touched him and felt him; marvelling in him as much as he marvelled in me.

With only wearing my pyjamas, it didn't take us long to undress. His skin glistened in the early morning light; abs pronounced and obvious, body long and lean, arms strong and stable. He was every bit beautiful as I imagined.

"You alright?" he whispered, as he lay over me – intimately holding me as I looked up into those large brown eyes of his.

"I'd tell you if I wasn't" I replied, breathless as he grinned down at me. He nodded, offering me sweet kiss on my forehead, before his lips returned back to mine. My hands slipped onto his large shoulders as his hands teased my breasts – kneading and feeling them before moving on to my stomach. His hands ran over my stomach, feeling my defined muscles, before they slid down to my thighs.

His lips moved to neck, then my chest, then my stomach – following the line he'd just made with his hands. I moaned as his tongue licked at my skin, leaving a hot wet pathway over my tingling skin. My body a slave to his, and with the smirk he shot me as he pulled my thighs apart, he damn well knew it too.

He kissed over my inner thighs, making me squirm, before his teeth nipped at the skin – pulling it slightly. I squeaked as I tried to close my legs automatically. Quinn let out a deep laugh as he held my thighs open – the noise deep and throaty, sexy in all the right ways.

When he stopped teasing me, and moved in to press his lips over my core, I almost sighed in satisfaction. His lips and tongue kissed and licked at my intimate folds, making my body shake and moans fly from my mouth. My hands gripped his hair, holding on for dear life, as his mouth brought me to orgasm.

My core tightened and my stomach spasmed, as the orgasm ripped through my body like a tidal wave – unexpected and sooner than I thought. My toes instantly bunched up as I arched back with a yell that didn't come out. My thighs shook as the orgasm slowed to an end, and Quinn pulled back to look at me.

He gave me a look, silently asking if I was alright, and I nodded in reply. He offered me a soft smile, before leaning back over and me and kissing me once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing harder into him as I felt his hard erection pressing into my thigh. Quinn pulled back, looking into my eyes, before he finally pushed his hardness into me.

He muttered out a soft cuss, as he filled me with his member – which was felt thicker than I expected. He paused for a moment, revealing in the feel of me, before he pulled back slightly. I moaned as he began to thrust in and out of me.

I held onto him tightly, legs and arms wrapped around him with all my strength, as our hips moved together in harsh jerky rhythm. I pressed my face into his neck, inhaling the slight hint of perspiration on his skin, as I bite into his skin to stop myself from screaming out. Quinn just let him moans and soft words out, eyes closing and mouth opened in a continued 'O' of pleasure.

When my second orgasm hit, not as intense as the first but equally as enjoyable, my fingers gripped into his back – no doubt my nails would leave imprints in his skin. I rode my orgasm out, stretching out every wave, every spasm and every electric shock to my nerves. As I was coming down, Quinn hit his own orgasm – groaning heavily as he twitched on top of me, spilling into me.

There was a moment of pause, before Quinn pulled out of me with a wet slippery pop. He rolled onto the bed next to me, as we both caught our breaths for a moment. Then I turned to look at Alpha Quinn Danvers and I realised what the fuck we'd just done.