Chapter 18: CHAPTER 18— YOU'RE AFRAID

He began with leaving blatant marks on her inner thigh, riling her up until she could barely take it

anymore. His eyes were still on her, watching her as he moved closer to the apex of her thighs.

Quinn was impossibly wet, so much so that she felt ashamed of herself. It's been months since she

had any form of intimate contact, and now this man was giving her more than Jeo ever could with

just a few touches.

Her hands clenched by her side as she waited for him to reach the climax, as well as the conclusion

of this night. He chuckled, the sound throaty. “You're so impatient, little red...but then again, it's

time I gave you what you want.”

With those words, his lips dived between her folds and Quinn hurled over from the pleasure, shiver

after shiver wracking down her spine. She straightened herself, not able to hold back her cry when

the anticipation that had been drowning her finally washed her up ashore.

She grabbed the back of his head, shoving it deeper between her thighs as his tongue circled her

flesh and his lips sucked greedily at the pink nob. “I...goddess...I'm close.”

His teeth grazed her clit and then a finger of his circled the rim of her entrance before slowly sinking

inside. Quinn moaned, feeling the pleasure all the way down to her curling toes.

Her legs were shaking so much that she could barely hold herself up...this was bliss, fervent

butterflies were burning a path in the pit of her stomach. The heat was rising, to a point where she

could not hold back the explosion. Her body stiffened, head thrown back as she finally let go,

coming on his finger that had dug so deep into her.

He didn't stop lapping at her essence, not until the prominent convulsion of her body came to a

sudden stop. He pulled away then, licking her slick off his lips and sliding her leg off his shoulder.

He straightened himself, standing to his feet and towering over her. “Was that enough? Did you

finally recognize the compatibility and the bond between us? Is this enough to prove that you are

mine?”

Quinn jumped up, throwing the jacket aside as she staggered towards the window, pulling the

curtain aside to look outside. The blurriness of her eyes had now suddenly dispersed, for she wasn't

just hearing things, he was out there, standing right in front of the veranda.

Quinn sighed, running her hand down her face. The memories of last night were still fresh in her

mind. She wasn't ready to face him yet...

What would he say, and how would she respond?

Groaning to herself, she opened up her bedroom door, greeting her father. “Morning, father.”

“You might want to fix your hair and wash your face.”

Quinn nodded, walking to the bathroom instead of the front door. She combed her fingers through

her messy red hair, catching it in a bun that was equally messy. Then she washed her face and

brushed her teeth as quickly as possible.

She knew she was going out there to reject him, but she still wanted to look the least bit

presentable. She wasn't sure why, but in front of him, she always felt self-conscious...even more so

after what happened last night.

Clearing her throat, she pulled the front door open, holding her head down as she walked outside.

"Hello...may I ask how you found my house?”

“Cannon took me.”

"Okay and what are you doing here? Last night, I told you that I didn't want any~"

“I came here to return these.”

Quinn finally held up her head, looking at the bag he held in front of him instead of his face. She

couldn't look at him...she'd burst with embarrassment if she did. “What's that?"

“Your clothes...the ones you left behind. I washed and dried them last night.”

More shame filled her as she reached for the bag, taking it from his hand. “Thanks...” She turned to

walk back inside, but stopped. “I hope what happened between you and me doesn't taint your

judgement of the pack. I'm sorry if I led you on...I'm sorry if I'd hurt your feelings, but I don't want

this; you or this bond.”

“You can say that all you want, Quinn...but I will not give up. You're lying to yourself, you do want

this...but you're afraid. Don’t worry, I'll be gentle, I'll slow down my pace, last night I pushed you too

far. I will not do that again, not until you're ready to wholeheartedly accept this.”

He retreated after that, not saying another word...just quietly walking away. Quinn turned to watch

him, sighing as she glanced down at her jeans pant in the plastic bag. His voice had been so gentle

and determined that it made her heart move. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, but hadn't Jeo

been a nice guy at first too?