Thrown to the Wolves

Chapter 5

Quentin's POV

I waited in the hallway near Markus's office, my arms crossed. I'd been waiting for a while, since I didn't know when his meeting got out. After a few more minutes of waiting, I saw Sean walking down the hall. When he spotted me, he frowned.  "Lu- Quentin... What are you doing here?"

I looked behind him. "Is Markus with you?"

He shook his head. "No... Markus is still talking with the Luna from the other pack."

"Where are they?"

Sean quickly gave me directions, then I wandered off, heading for the meeting hall. After a few minutes, I found the meeting room areas. I looked through several rooms before I finally found Markus, standing next to another man, who was very, very pregnant. I frowned, until I remembered that some male werewolves could give birth. I titled my head, watching them share a hushed conversation. I leaned against the doorway, unable to hear them. 

The two spoke for another minute before they stepped back, the man holding his arms out to Markus, who pulled him into a hug. I felt my chest tighten at the sight of them, but quickly shook the feeling off. The two pulled apart, and Markus and the man walked over to the doorway. When Markus saw me, his eyes widened. "Quentin! What are you doing here?"

He looked uncomfortable, and I remembered out conversation from earlier. Looking away, I spoke. "I was... Looking for you."

Markus's eyes widened, and he blushed. The man smiled, giving Markus a pat on the arm before he waddled off. When the two of us were alone, Markus turned to me. "What did you need?"

"I... I wanted to apologize... For earlier..." I mumbled, but I knew that with his wolf hearing, he heard me.

Markus smiled, and I blushed. After a moment of awkward silence, I held out my arms. Markus tilted his head. "What are you doing?"

I gulped. "I.. thought you might... Since you... With him..." 

Markus seemed to get what I was saying, because his eyes lit up, and he blushed harder. Before I could move, he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply. I knew the smell of a mate was amazing to Werewolves, but I didn't know if Vampires could smell their mates too, since Vampires didn't usually have mates. Still, since I did have one... I leaned into Markus, the top of my head only up to his chest. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He had a minty smell, but under that, he smelled... Sweet. 

"... Quentin?"

I looked up. Markus had pulled away, and was giving me a flustered look. I realized what I was doing and jumped back. "I just..."

Markus whined, cutting me off. He pulled me close again, lifting me up. I yelped, squirming in his grip. "Careful," Markus spoke gently, but his voice was very husky. "I don't want to drop you."

I glared. "You wouldn't dare."

He grinned, raising a brow. "Would I?"

I gulped, putting my arms around his neck just in case. Markus smiled. I growled. "This was your plan the entire time."

He gave me an innocent look, tilting his head. "Was it?"

Markus marched through the pack house, until we arrived at our bedroom. Inside, Markus threw me onto the bed, leaning over me and pinning my arms down on either side of me. Neither of us moved for a while, until Markus swallowed, licking his lips. "C-... Can I... Can I kiss you?"

Yes. My eyes widened, surprised by the thought that ran through me just now. Markus released one of my arms, his hand brushing my cheek. "Your cheeks are the same color as your hair." He smiled softly, a loving look in his eyes. 

I looked down, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, then his neck. Markus leaned closer. "Something wrong?" I knew he'd leaned in on purpose, but he gave me a worried frown. Quickly, I shook my head. I felt my fangs growing, my hunger for blood clouding my thoughts. I tried to force it down, looking away from Markus. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face, filled with hurt and disappointment. His grip on my arm began to loosen. When both my arms were free, I wrapped them around his neck.

"Don't... Don't go." I stared at him.

"But, you just-"

I parted my lips, revealing my fangs to him. Markus nodded, and began to pull his shirt down. I stopped him, my hands moving to his chest. "Markus-"

"It's okay. You're hungry, right?"

I am, but... "I can't. I..." What did I say? I didn't want to mark him and get his hopes up when I was still confused about my feelings? 

Before I could continue, Markus huffed and pressed his lips against me. I froze, warmth spreading through me where he touched me. Markus's hand went around me, resting on my waist. I clutched the fabric of his shirt, not sure if I should push him away or pull him closer. Just enjoy it. I smiled at the thought, finally deciding to pull him closer. Markus let out a chuckle, giving me a final kiss before pulling away, tilting his head. "I changed my mind," he said. "Now your cheeks are the same color as your hair."

I scowled, leaning up for another kiss.

A/N: I am so, so, so sorry for the long wait on this story! I've been pretty busy, so updates have been slow, but I'll try to get the next update out later this week. Thanks for reading!