5: Nightly Desires

'You want to bed him,' Wildchild, Penelope's wolf, taunted as Penelope tossed in bed for the umpteenth time.

Quinlan was asleep on the floor on a duvet and pillows, while he left the king-sized bed for her. Quinlan skipped dinner that evening and she was left alone in the huge dining hall. She ate so much she could barely walk and now she was having a hard time falling asleep.

There was a bit of a commotion earlier, whilst they headed to Quinlan's room. It was discovered that Eddard tumbled the remaining seven rooms upside down because he was trying to do the newlyweds a favor. Quinlan was contemplating murder because he thought Penelope would spend the night in one of the rooms, only to figure it wasn't only her room the head butler rubbished.

And now, he was fast asleep on the floor, still clad in his wedding attire. When she asked to sleep on the floor, he disapproved of it, cursed so badly as he threw the duvet and the pillows over the floor. Penelope had never seen a man so angry and she feared for Eddard.

But there was a problem.

She wanted something inside of her and it wasn't just a thing. It was a man's member thrusting in and out of her. An instrument of pleasure which would be as big as the owner's body. And Quinlan looked it.

Penelope rolled on the bed to the side so she could take a proper look at him. Quinlan's face looked even more unhappy in his sleep, he wasn't snoring and neither was a drool discharging from his mouth. He slept with his head facing the coved ceiling and she discerned he wasn't completely asleep.

Her eyes widened when they slid down to his pants which had a bulge there.

It was stated in the contract that they wouldn't get intimate, but she was growing wet from letting her eyes access his body.

Dear lord, she couldn't stick to her own bargain of the contract when he had such a body.

Penelope let out a breathy sigh. It wasn't her fault that she was having sexual urges, there was never a night she didn't sleep with a man at the pleasure house. Sometimes two men.

Quinlan opened his eyes in alert when he felt something curling like a snake around his cock.

The claws of his wolf erupted from his hand, ready to cause destruction and as he looked down, he saw a black-haired woman in a white-night dress, and her ample breasts were pushed outward as she tried to undo his belt and free his briefs.

"Penelope?" He called her name before he could even think of it and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What I get for having to share my room with a whore," Quinlan cursed under his breath and let his hands appear normal, hoping Penelope would move away since he just caught her.

Christ, she wanted to give him a blow job while he was asleep?

And the woman didn't take her hands away from his bulge she pressed on it.

Cursing even more under his breath, Quinlan sat upright and wrapped his hand around her neck, before pulling her away from him.

"What in the devil are you doing, Penelope?" He tried as much as he could to not be loud, but the fact that her hands were still reaching to grab his member was insane.

Quinlan closed his eyes and clenched his free hand because he didn't want to hurt someone. A woman.

No, a whore.

Penelope let out a breathy sigh before withdrawing her head from Quinlan's grasp. Surprisingly it was light, he did this so he wouldn't hurt her.

"I want you inside of me, Quinlan. I suppose it's not a crime." She shot him a sultry look.

"Are you forgetting the contract terms?" Quinlan stared at her incredulously as he rose to his feet, clenching his jaw.

Penelope flipped her hair and then stood up, "We're business partners, how bad would it be if we sleep with each other?" She was nearing him again, swaying her subtle curves and pushing outward her heavy cleavage.

Quinlan took one look at it, before fixing his gaze elsewhere as he pushed her back.

"I'll pass, Penelope. I don't want what you're selling." He gritted out and then clenched his jaw.

"Just one night of pleasure and it won't happen again," she swatted his hands away and then placed her palms on his chest.

"For the love of everything fuckable, I don't want to bed you. I don't sleep with whores, Dammit!" Quinlan yelled and pushed her away from him because he couldn't hold it within him anymore, he had lost his temper.

How could she keep throwing herself over him when he blatantly rejected her? She was well-mannered and smart but this was her flaw.

She was a female horn wolf.

A low whimper came from Penelope and he stared down to see her running the side of her arm. The push impact had sent her to the floor.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath and then bent to help her up. Hating himself for reacting in such manner.

"Did I hurt you?" Worry flashed on his face and regret struck him badly.

"Twisted my arm when I fell," Penelope answered him politely but she pushed his hand away and helped herself up, looking displeased.

"Tell me, Quinlan, is this how you treat females?"

"What? No! I'm sorry, I would never treat any female badly. I was just trying to let you know I don't want to bed you and I might have lost my temper along the way." He explained, observing her with concern.

Penelope's lip curved upward as she folded her arms across her chest. She had very ample breasts despite her slim build. Quinlan dragged his gaze from the mesmerizing chest to her oblong face, after cursing himself for letting himself look at her bosoms.

"We'd have been over the floor if we were to do it," she said with a straight face.

And Quinlan found himself scoffing.

This made Penelope break into a smile as she sat on the bed.

"I apologize again, Penelope. But please stay away from me.." he paused to blink, "I mean my body parts."

"You mean your dick, my lord?" She uplifted a brow. "Very well then. I like the fact that we share a mutual understanding. And I should apologize for my behavior as well," she combed her fingers through her black hair, "I've never shared a bedroom with a man and not had him touch me," she explained.

"It's fine, Penelope," Quinlan breathed out and then put his hands on his waist. For a moment he felt grateful he didn't change into one of his nightwear before sleeping. It was as if he knew she would touch him. Lord knows his member would've been in her mouth before he would have woken up.

He was going to kill Eddard Gallagher in the morning. How on Earth could the butler tumble all eight rooms in his castle upside down? Just because he wanted them to share the same bedrooms as newlyweds? Now he couldn't sleep at peace in his own room without having the woman coming for his member like it was one of her most prized possessions. Typical Easton slut.

"I'll be in my study, Penelope. I have some things to finish for our Alpha Kieran," Quinlan announced after a few minutes of silence.

"Why? I thought Alpha Kieran gave you a day off because of the wedding," Penelope cast him a suspicious glance.

"I'm afraid I have a lot to do," Quinlan looked away from her gaze because it felt like she could read right through him.

"Are you avoiding me, my lord? Scared if you go back to sleep, I will come again?" She blurted out the obvious.

"No, my lady, not at all," Lied Quinlan as he recoiled and stepped backward, heading for the door like that.

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable," she said after gulping.

"It's fine, Penelope. Just go back to bed," Quinlan waved his hand away, quickly opened the door, and made his way out before closing it.

"I find his behavior very odd," she had a wry expression on her face. Meanwhile, Quinlan was backing the door and panting really hard like he did a marathon.

He could never bring himself to sleep with a prostitute, not when he was still nursing his broken heart.