Chapter One Hundred–Seventy–One
DELILAHI
Wandering through Quinn’s room should feel bizarre. After all, I only met him today. Shouldn’t a big red flag have gone up the moment he told me to wait for him here? Probably. But for whatever reason, it don’t. The scent of him is everywhere in this place and honestly, it’s somewhat soothing.
I think of the way he crept up behind me on the patio and I shiver. The strength in his hands as they closed over my hips had me breathless and needy. I kept hoping that he would strip my pants down to bend me over the railing. My body is heating even now at just the thought of it. The memory of his lips on my neck as he groaned has me wanting to crawl onto his bed and touch myself as I imagine what could have been
Oh yeah. I desperately need to get laid
The fact that he basically promised to do me tonight has not escaped me. I saw what he’s working with and I have a hunch he may climb into uncharted territory with that thing between his legs. God! Imagine the G–spots that might be found! As big as he is, every part of me is bound to get touched! Sweet baby Jesus! Amen!
rable
But then at the same time… I wonder if it might be a mistake to give in to someone like him. A man whose touch alone is so m that I might never be the same. What if he ruins me for anyone else in the future? Strike that what if–Im pretty sure he already has. It was like he was focused from the moment I met him in the creek. Like he decided to have me and was going to. Never a doubt in his mind. He knew I would melt like butter in his hands and would be helpless to stop it. He’s probably played the game a thousand times. He knows what works and what doesn’t. I m nobody special to him and if stay here like he wants me to, waiting for him to come back so that he can rock my world, then Ill be no different than any other girl he’s heen with.
ing out that he doesn’t want me any more than the next chick… I think III pass.
Damn it! I really wanted to get laid, but at the risk of finding
Pulling out my phone, I search up the price of a train ticket home and am pleasantly surprised that it’s only forty bucks. Before I can change my mind, I hit purchase, and just like that sewn in. My train leaves at three p.m. and judging by the distance I’m going to have to walk to get to the train station, I had better leave now. At least this way I arrive home tonight and be able to get Cane away from those loons, The Elder Few, before they send him back out here with Elder Roman,
With
one last
glance around, I sigh. A shocking amount of sadness washes over me as I head for the front door. An ache thrums inside of my chest and the voice of the devil whispers in my ears saying, “What four are totally wrong about him? What if you are special? What if you never get this chance again? But of course, my mother’s voice follows close behind it with, “You could never be special, hest look at you,
You’re all wrongs and no rights.”
So, yeah… I keep walking.
QUINN
After I share my little secret with Draven, I don’t expect the calm acceptance that she gives me. Nor her wide smile of excitement when she says she can’t wait to meet her.
“She’s leaving tomorrow,” I say, “Back to Oregon.”
“Uh–huh,” Draven murmurs. “That’s what they all say,” she chuckles. “We’ll see. Have a little more faith in yourself, Quinn. Your days as a gigolo are over.”
I wish. “I told her I would drive her. That way I at least know where to find her once I come up with a plan of attack.”
Draven laughs. “You don’t need a plan of attack. One thing I’m learnings you can’t stop what’s meant to be. And no matter how much you want to forget that someone that holds your heart in their hands, you won’t. Whether it be your mate… or somebody else you once loved.” She sighs, “If she’s your mate, she won’t forget you.”
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“What about the whole poacher thing?” I ask. “Domande isnt going to that go on if he were to could use her to get the others.”
“Well,” Draven says softly. “Then Domanic dont need to know sutil you’re ready for him
I grin, opening the back door for her so we can rejoin the other. “Soite that, is a r
She walks past me waving her ring finger in the air so I can see her engagement and sparkling in now. “It causly
Walking back to my spot, I notice that every pair of eyes is riveted to what is playing on the
back booth, 1 tip my head up to see what has everyone so mesmerized. The clip playing now
climbed into that hideous orange Cadillac and driven off and as sheds, shadow is steadily climbing
every one of us leans closer in anticipation.
It’s a man all dressed in black, wearing a ski mask and a hood. “Theresenting on his jacket mere watching jantly as the mastabas something out of his pocket and picks the lock quicker than anyone I ever seen. “St
Rain, when we’re done here you need to get someone who can pull up clean image of that parket, as far as th
ja
can’t place it.”
The footage splits in half on the screen, showing both the parking lot and the inside of
Interior cameras are triggered. We watch as this bastard goes straight for the office and then disappears behind the wall. He traces di place and then races upstairs. Bartlett growls as he realizes the man most likely just slipped
comes back down he’s holding something in his hand….
“What the fuck did he take?” Rainier snaps, “What is that?”
Domonic hits the pause button just as the guy’s front turns toward the camera and although the quality of the vide on the pocket of his black jacket is too wrinkled to make out. But now, it’s easy to see what it is be is holding- apartment upstairs. My entire body goes cold as I realize what it is and my eyes go straight for Rainier sympa
“Is that what I think it is? Rainier growls, his claws shifting out again, this time gouging into the tat
“Yes,” his girl says next to him. “Those are mine.” All eyes shoot toward her with the same question in my mind. She frowns. They’s
dirty.”
This fucker just stole a dirty pair of her panties Jesus Christ. What the fuck for?
“Who the fuck is this guy? Why can’t we scent him?” Domonic hisses.
“Play the rest of the tape,” I suggest, eager to see what happens next.
But when Domonic hits play the dude simply disappears, then a moment later, a crash is heard and glass is seen tying it from
the outside.
“Are you sure you didn’t scent anything strange when you got here this morning? Domonicake Bartlett
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Unless you count the heavy scent of pine needles and wood smoke. Whoever the guy is, he obviously koert how to disguise his scent.”
Draven’s head jerks up. “Thomas,” she says, “Thomas smelled like smoke and sandalwood.”
Rainier flinches, and he and Domonic exchange looks. My mind is too by to focus on this crap, so I turn my attention outside moment I do, I tense
A very familiar head of fiery red hair and a perfectly rounded ass is flouncing past the bar and heading south. Where the fuck is she going!
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A sudden sense of urgency hits me and I just know I have to leave. After a quick glance around, 1 see everyone is busy, so I slip out the back door and jump in my Escalade.
She hasn’t gotten far by the time I catch up to her, but it’s clear by the look on her face she’s heading somewhere in a hurry. She doesn’t even notice my car hovering slowly behind her. I cut her off when she empts to cross the street, pulling left in front of her and riding up on the sidewalk to make sure she stops.
I jump out of the car and her face thushes in reliel “Oh!” she says. “Hir
“Hi,” I say. “Where the fuck are y
you going? I thought you wer
were gonna with for me,”
She sighs, nibbling her lip nervously.
A bolt of pain strikes me straight through the chest as I realize she never intended to stay. She only pretended to agree to get me to leave.
“You could have just said no,” I say quietly, hoping I look nothing like I feel. “You didn’t have to pretend you were interested.”
I chastise myself as I begin to realize, everybody’s story is not the same and Draven may be dead wrong about this one. I turn away from her beautiful hazel blue eyes and climb back into my car.
“I wasn’t pretending!” she says and I feel her hand close around the bare skin of my forearm.
The heat from where she touches me causes my muscles to flex and 1 draw in a sharp breath wondering why I can’t just shake her off and drive away. I want to. But I can’t. “Then why did you leave?” I ask, my eyes on her hand. She begins to pull away, but I reach out and cag her hand, feeling her tremble at my touch.
“I have to get home,” she says, exasperated, “I have to get to my brother and stop him before he does something incredibly stupid.”
Her brother…
“Get in the car,” I say calmly, knowing what I’m about to do is probably both dangerous and reckless,
“My train leaves at three.”
“Get in the car,” I say again, yanking her toward me so that I can take her backpack off and throw it in my backseat.
“What the hell are you doing? I just told you! I have to-”
“Get in the car, Lilac, I’ll reimburse you for your ticket, because I’m taking you to your brother and then I’m bringing you back with me. You promised me a date and I want it. Now get in the car”
I can smell her sudden arousal and I think I hear my zipper groan as my dick engorges with enough force to rock me backward in my seat, Fuck.
Delilah bites her lip and I watch her eyes go nearly black as a blush washes over her features. “Okay,”
