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“ still thank you for considering! ” stubbornness and spite are probably the two things that keep her going. angélique has learnt to pick and choose her battles, and this time it proved to have been a good one. papa tends to have a tender heart for his little girl, his only child, so it does not take much for him too cave within a reasonable extent. “ i’ll make you those cookie i like, i promise that you won’t regret this! ” baking is one of the few ways she could show her appreciation for him because all her creations are made with love —and a dash of anxiety, actually a lot of anxiety. staring at her phone, it only takes five minutes or so for her father to respond with a green light. this is actually going better than she expected.

     she hums in thought, letting her mind and body sink into the mattress. his voice is prominent and a distant echo at the same time as she was in and out of consciousness,  “  hawaii. some beautiful beach out there. palm trees over my head. a nice, cool breeze,  ”  she listed, painting a picture of her own paradise before she cracked a smirk,  “  with someone who’s not holding me hostage right now,  ”  rosie peeps her eye open to try and see his face, wiggling lazily up against him. she doesn’t mind going anywhere else in the world with him as long as they were blissful and content. the weight of their issues piling onto their backs will eventually drive them apart if they don’t keep the peace like he mentioned. 

Her heart was pounding now, and she looked up at him with a growing sense of excitement and anticipation. Selina had never been this bold before – apart from suddenly kissing someone in the heat of the moment – and for a while, she was speechless. Then, Quentin’s words broke the silence, and she felt some of her courage return. “They’re telling me that you want me,” she replied, not even bothering to try and escape. She did push her hips up to collide with his, and she laughed softly despite the jolt of pleasure that raced up her body at the contact. His sudden kiss was more of an answer than she needed, and she kissed him back feverishly, moaning when his body rested against hers. Somehow, she managed to slip one of her hands free from his grip, and she reached down to try and pull her shirt up.

“I’m just starting,” she warned him playfully, tapping the tip of his nose before she snuggled next to him. Before long, the two of them were lying close to each other, as close as they could get with their clothes still on. Luna wriggled a little and settled down once she found the most comfortable spot, her head tucked under his chin and her fingers lightly playing with the collar of his shirt. She laughed when he spoke of their first sparring session, which ended up to be one of many. “I was afraid you’d beat me, actually. You didn’t look like you were scared of anyone.” It had intimidated her a little, and she couldn’t remember how she managed to defeat him and pin him onto the mat.

Quentin’s skinwalker abilities were more flexible than hers; she couldn’t turn into a coyote, for starters. Plus, she could easily lose herself in her beastly nature if she wasn’t careful, and it was one of the first lessons she’d had as a little girl. “So you could turn into almost any animal. It must be nice to have that kind of freedom,” Luna remarked. “Like turn into a bird if you want to fly away for some alone time.” While it was mostly silent in her bedroom, the other werewolves’ noises were constant, and it would be a few more hours before the entire pack ended up retiring for the night. It wouldn’t be long before his own pack would join hers, though the merger wasn’t going to happen until her dad officially stepped down as alpha and handed control over to Quentin. “You think your pack is going to like me? I might not be their ideal mate for you.” While he was the one who was going to marry her, she did consider that their marriage might not be fully accepted, if it even was. She wasn’t a skinwalker, and she wasn’t the type to sit silently and have him make all the decisions. Luna had been taught the ways of being an alpha, so she could come off as aggressive and even demanding.

“ is that what it looked like? i guess i’m better than i thought at looking like a bad ass. but truth be told, i was scared shitless. because i didn’t know what to do. i couldn’t turn you down after i had beat all the other alphas in the room. i’d have looked weak. but getting my ass kicked by you would have made me look weak too. and if i went too hard and hurt you, i might have ruined the new alliance. so many things could have went wrong. “ little did quentin know that luna was actually one of the most skilled fighters in her pack or any other. she could hold her own against any one. taking her on and narrowly losing to her only made him look even more formidable. but he still felt low in that moment because he didn’t know that fact at that time. looking back on it now, how he felt was pretty silly. 

      “  hmm, tempting. very tempting, ”  sweeping right behind him with the helmet put on, she slips both her arms around his torso to hang onto. as soon as she leaned up against him, she didn’t realize how tired she actually was from performing for nearly two hours,  “  lo mein and potstickers?  ”  she asks, hoping to get him on board with the idea. tessa wouldn’t have minded to get in his kitchen to make a mess and something delicious for them both if she wasn’t worn out. it almost felt a little surreal to have him around her again, physically. as if things seem to be forging themselves to be on the right path and away from all the horrific events they’ve endured. a bit of news coming from her after they’ve settled will hopefully go over well. of course, it’s only been roughly a month but it’s a long enough time to get herself into realization that she needed to figure a way of protecting herself while quentin isn’t around. she hangs onto him tightly, knowing the ride will get undoubtedly fast and bumpy.

with a simple chuckle myia kept swirling her glass in her hands, a comforting act through the motions of conversation as the night seeped in and his hand rested on her knee to promise to ‘never bring that kind of drama into her life’.

and she believed him.                                     for the first time she truly believed in someone.

it was hard for her to understand why now she finally found ‘the one’ the ‘perfect catch’ as all of her co-workers mentioned. but it was the way he always wanted to talk, to listen, to be alone in the comfort. it was the way that she couldn’t stop staring at him.

it was the way she never felt anything like this with anyone else and it excited her.

it was something she can definitely get used to.

carefully placing the glass beside her she let herself start to play with whatever hair was left on his head, scratching at spots that were sensitive. “  your girl? ” 

and her lips began to gently press against his collarbone. “  it depends if you’re asking right now or later. ” 

quentin has never been one for jumping into a relationship just because he’s got a level of attraction for someone. that is enough to end up in bed, but for a relationship to form, quentin knows for a fact that there needs to be a deeper connection between him and the person he is with. but the more time he spends with myia, the more he feels like they have that special connection with one another. he wants to explore just how deep they can take this with one another. 

the feeling of her hand playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and behind his ear brings a smile onto his face. his hand on her knee slides up a bit further, his grip still solid as he looks into her gaze. he bites into his lower lip for just a moment. her question brings a joyous smile on his face and he’s more than happy to answer without hesitation. 

“ you and i both know i’m not one to waste time. i’m asking you right now. because i want you to be with me, “ quentin explains calmly and scooches a bit nearer to her, now perched on the edge of his seat. he was basically hanging on her every word at this point. 

Yes, they really should. Once their unexpected alliance had ended, she should have left him alone. But she continued to go to him, sometimes breaking in – no broken glass windows, thank you very much – when he was at work and waiting for him to arrive. But this was the first time she had been so bold as to rub against him the way she was, and she laughed softly at his reminder, her knees pressing against the mattress on either side of his waist. “Actions speak louder than words, don’t they, Mr. Nyco? I’ve seen who I want.” She wriggled over his back again and then relaxed. How often had she fantasized about being this close to him, with only a few inches of fabric between them? Far more than she could remember. “But… I’m a little worried he won’t want someone like me. I’m not exactly the most law-abiding citizen in the world.” Though she had been before, things – and shit – happened. 

    “  oh, do you now?  ”  not a new subject but certainly gets her every time the ‘l’ word drops on tessa’s ears. she refrains from smiling too much but deep, deep down it’s the only butterfly that flutters in her system so consistently in its pattern. the amount of hell they’ve endured couldn’t compare and frankly, she didn’t think they would survive for so long,  “  i want that in writing, mr. nyco – MLA format and all cooped up in one paragraph,  ”  tessa follows him without hesitation, keeping up the pace as the loudness from the club grows more and more distant. she’s glad to have taken care of a little bit of business with her mates before he arrived just so they didn’t have to waste any time leaving the place together. nearly a month passes and she’s been itching to have her hands on him and keep quentin all to herself. reaching the bike, she slips right for the signature helmet attached to the machine.

she expects him to ease her into it, but when he jumps right in, his hand a solid presence on the side of her neck, dana can’t help the gasp she makes when his lips find the other side of her neck. “oh,” dana breathes, head tilting to offer him more of her skin, an immediate need coiling behind her navel as he sucks and bites at her skin. “you’re… you’re good at that,” she whimpers quietly, her hands finding purchase in the fabric of his shirt, rising up onto her tip toes to press herself closer to him because she’s five foot nothing and he’s towering over her completely. 

“Or it could have been a skinwalker that shifted into a werewolf. I was given evidence.” She was scowling at him too, and she knew he would protect his own kind. But would he go that far to cover up the murders of two innocent people just to stop her from going after them? Quentin was someone she’d considered a friend, so if he did end up doing it, she would be hurt. Not as hurt as she would be if she let her mother and brother’s murderer to go free. “I’m sorry I shot you. I didn’t know you were one of them. But I know a skinwalker did it.” 

Blair moved behind the counter and bent down in front of one of the locked doors, pulling the key from the tiny keychain she had hooked to one of her belt loops. Inside was a large rectangular metal tin filled with newspaper articles, words and phrases encircled to emphasize certain details in the local reports, and grainy photos – CCTV captures of what looked like a skinwalker shedding its werewolf skin – and she slid it over to Quentin. “They saw that seconds after Mom and Devan were killed,” she continued, her voice strained. She had no idea that her dad had made a deal with a pack of skinwalkers, and she felt a tiny stab of betrayal that she hadn’t been told about it, but now was not the time for personal petty grievances. “Still think it’s a werewolf?”

She was sounding a little too hostile, far more hostile than she had been the last time they talked. But she was hurt and grieving, and she was murderously angry. Not to the point where she thought the sin of one meant the sin of all, otherwise she would have finished him off right then and there before going out and killing every skinwalker on sight. There was another gun hidden beneath the counter that she could have grabbed and used, but she didn’t even think of reaching for it. “And don’t you dare blame Dad for this; he didn’t tell me! He doesn’t….he doesn’t even know!” And she reached up and poked him on the chest, still frowning up at him. 

“ like i said. normally, i’d say it was a werewolf that killed them, but this situation is weird. “ a sigh leaves his lips and then quentin shakes his head at blair while he looks down at the images that she had shown him. his hand comes onto the slips of paper sliding them back towards her. “ except it couldn’t have been werewolves. your dad and his hunter buddies had run off all of the local packs and pushed them out of the local area. they were running scared, “ quentin explains calmly as he looks into her eyes. he could sense the hostility in her voice and quentin tries his best to remain calm. 

“ but it couldn’t have been a skinwalker either. there were no skinwalker clans here when your mom was murdered. because they were terrified of the wolves. the only reason i was only to start a clan here is because of your father pushing out the wolves. not to mention, skinwalkers always strike in a pack. almost never alone. “ quentin bites as he looks into her eyes, trying to convince her that she was after the wrong magical creatures. as much as he would have liked to pin the murder on a werewolf, quentin knows better. he knows the truth. 

To say that the orgasm was intense was an understatement. It felt heavenly, and the fact that both of them had reached their peak at the same time made her hold on to him as tightly as she could, her arms and legs wrapped around his frame as he pumped his load deep into her and dripping straight into her womb. She loved the sound of her name on his lips, and she whispered his name too. Luna felt full and satisfied and exhausted, but the soreness in her body made her smile. She kissed her husband on the lips, light pecks that ended with her nipping gently on his lower lip. “So do you, husband,” she murmured, refusing to let go of him until he had spent every last drop inside her. “So good and big and all mine.” The last words were growled near his ear, and she licked his earlobe before finally letting go. She lay down on the table and unlocked her ankles from behind his back, smiling as she looked up at him. The table’s surface felt cool against her sweaty form, and she shifted a little to try and get comfortable. “How….how much longer will you need?” Luna asked, referring to the meeting he was supposed to be having with the other werewolves and skinwalkers. Her fingers stroked his side and then his back, but she made no move to pull him out of her yet.

dana blushes wildly, not surprised her statement has been suddenly turned on her. “i… isn’t that the whole point of my statement?” she asks, cheeks a wild shade of pink as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “i-um… i mean we can. if you want?” 

“Mm. Thank you, love.” Pamela’s gaze softened when she looked up at him, remembering the Quentin Nyco she’d met all those months ago. She had been curious about the rest of the facility and had found him, and he was the one she turned to whenever her work had gotten too stressful or upsetting. He could never change in her eyes, and knowing that he was always on her side comforted her. Even though she was strong and independent, she didn’t know what she would do without him. She didn’t even want to know what it would be like to not have him with her. Her fondness and affection for him were shown only in private, for she didn’t want anyone else, especially the Bat, to know what he meant to her. He was strong, but she didn’t want him to be a target any more than he already was.

Her hands slid from his face and over his soiled clothing, and she sighed. “Why don’t you get new clothes and I’ll draw you a bath? You smell.” It was a tease, and she kissed him on the corner of his mouth with her Venomless lips before she strode into the next room, which doubled as her bedroom and her bathroom. An old claw-foot bathtub stood on one side of the room, and she sometimes pulled the makeshift partition in front of it. While the tub filled with warm water, she took a muskier bath oil and poured some drops into the water. Pamela was excited to get started with the experiments, but she also wanted to make sure that Quentin was comfortable and clean. The tap was switched off before the tub could be completely full, and she sat down on the edge of the bathtub to test the water’s temperature and to make sure that it wasn’t too hot for him.

“ a bath sounds nice. i’m covered in mess. i need to get cleaned up, “ quentin explains as he looks into her eyes. the kiss against the corner of his mouth get a hum from his lips and then he started towards the duffle bag where his spare clothes were kept. he didn’t keep them in a closet or a trunk because quentin liked to be instantly mobile should the need to retreat present itself. he grabs himself some clothes to wear after stepping out of the bathroom and then moves towards her bathroom, finding her already prepping the bath for him. once in the bathroom, his clothes are stripped from his body, the bloody mess left on his current outfit. he’d clean them before too long but for now he just wanted to relax his body and spend time with his love.