Thrown to the Wolves

Chapter 9

Markus's POV

I put Kyran and Felan up in a guest bedroom, helping them settle in before heading back downstairs. Sean was in the living room, and a few others were milling about, but Quentin was nowhere to be found. I sighed, slumping down on the couch next to Sean. He didn't look over, but said, "I guess your hangout didn't happen?"

"Ruined." I muttered. 

"Well, at least he got to see his brother."

"Yeah, the one he hates who traded him to me for his own mate." Truthfully, I was afraid Quentin seeing Kyran again would make him remember how much he hates me. I thought he'd be reminded of what I did to him. I don't want to go back to our previous relationship. We'd gotten much closer lately. I don't want that to end. 

Sean sighed. "Well, I can't really say anything to make that change, but you should at least address it, right?"

"But what if he never comes back?" I put my head in my hands. "I don't want that."

Sean's hand patted my back, and we sat together quietly until a voice startled us. "What are you doing?"

We turned to Quentin, who tilted his head. I stood up, walking over to him. "We were just-"

"Talking." Sean butt in, nodding his head to both of us before exiting the room. 

Quentin and I stood awkwardly together before Quentin finally spoke. "I... I wanted to talk to you."

I felt my heart race. "Really?"

He nodded, looking embarrassed. "I... I talked to Kyran, earlier."

"Oh..." My throat tightened, and I felt a knot forming in my stomach as I waited for him to tell me to leave or yell at me. 

Instead, Quentin swallowed, glancing around nervously. I reached over, grabbing his arm. "Want to talk somewhere else?"

Nodding, Quentin let me lead him back to our room. Once we were inside, I sat down on the bed, watching him carefully. "I... I asked him about his mate."

"Okay?" I wasn't sure what he was trying to say, and I began to prepare myself for the worst.

"And, so, I wanted to ask if I could..." Quentin trailed off, and I frowned.

"What?"

"I want to..." He took a breath, his lips parting to reveal his fangs. Immediately, I understood. Nodding, I pulled him closer, setting him on my lap so he was facing me. 

"Go ahead," I pulled my shirt off, exposing my neck, "feed."

Quentin hesitated, but his eyes held a longing hunger. I smiled, pulling his face closer until his lips brushed my neck. Sparks shot through me, and I ran my hand through his hair. "Do it." I spoke quietly, closing my eyes as Quentin opened his mouth, his fangs slowly sinking into my neck. I stiffened at the feeling of being bitten, but relaxed once he began to drink. Blood trickled down my neck, but I didn't feel any pain aside from the feeling of the initial bite. I held Quentin close to me, and I tried to stay calm as his scent enveloped me. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but eventually Quentin pulled away, blood dripping down his chin. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide and his face was flushed. 

I stared at him, mesmerized. He blushed harder. "W-what?"

"How was it?"

He said nothing, but I could see the answer in his expression. Smiling, I pushed Quentin down into the bed, kissing him hard. A metallic taste filled my mouth as we kissed, but I ignored it, focusing on Quentin's taste, his sweet, delicious taste. Quentin let out a small whimper, his hands moving around to my back, gripping tightly and pulling me closer. We continued to kiss for another moment before I pulled back for a breath. Quentin's eyes were shut, and his lips parted with anticipation. When I didn't lean back down, he opened an eye, peeking up at me. I laughed at the desperate look on his face, causing him to pout and sit up. When he did, I planted one final kiss on his lips. He sighed, leaning against me. "So," I spoke teasingly, trying to keep a straight face. "How was it?"

Quentin shoved me lightly. "Wonderful."