Quinn “Oh darling,” the stylist said when he took my messy hair in his hands. “Who did this to you?” Unsure what to say, I looked at Sebastian’s reflection in the large mirror against the wall. “My sister’s been unwell,” he lied without blinking. “She was in hospital for quite some time. She came back last week.” “I didn’t know you had a sister,” the stylist said. “Well, she’s not my sister yet,” Sebastian replied smoothly. “But as soon as my brother finally makes an honourable woman out of her, she will be.” I glanced at the ring on my left finger. Troy gave it to me this morning before we left. A solitaire diamond set in rose gold. It was simple, but elegant. I liked it. “It was my mother’s,” he explained when he slipped it on my finger. "I guess it's yours now." “So…I’m just supposed to tell people we’re engaged. Four days after you met me?” “No one will ask. Those that know I bought you at the auction won’t say anything.” Along with Sebastian, they concocted the story about
Troy “Your fiancée?” Quinn asked when Caroline left. “Is that what I am?” “Hm,” I grunted. “That is what humans call it, right?” “I guess, but…I don’t remember you asking me to marry you.” I smiled at her and ran my eyes over her calm face. I expected her to break down, but so far she handled everything remarkably well. Better than I thought she would. “To us, the day we mark our mate is our wedding day, and our union our marriage. We do make it legal in the human world too. Do you want to do that?’ “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with venom, “and invite Caroline to the wedding.” I laughed, turned her around and steered her in the direction of the bathroom. “Do you need any help?” “You know, I once washed my hair with rainwater I collected in a bucket.” I winced at how matter-of-fact her voice was when she told me. “I think I can manage a shower.” I lifted her luscious new locks off her shoulders, and ran my fingers through the silky strands. The haircut and manicure was Seba
Quinn We were stuck in the club for several hours, and I was ready to claw my way out of my own skin with irritation. Everywhere I looked, there was Caroline. Like a poltergeist haunting my every step. “Can we go home yet?” I asked and sipped my third glass of wine. I was a little tipsy, and unlike Troy, I couldn't relax. I glared at the blonde as she walked past our table for the hundredth time. I wanted to pluck her eyes out of her skull and serve it up to her for breakfast. "No," Troy said, his deep voice pulling my attention back to him. He dipped his finger into the whiskey, and listlessly dragged his wet digit along the rim of the glass. The expensive crystal hummed a high-pitched tune that matched my mood. “Lawson’s crew surrounded the club.” “Can’t your men just pick us up in the parking structure under the club?” “No,” Troy answered and glanced around at the people that kept staring at us. “There are bound to be some of Lawson's men in the parking lot.” “So the rule of
Troy The tyres screeched as Tony braked to take the sharp turn that led to my entrance. I almost tumbled off the seat, and somewhere behind me Quinn let out a soft groan as the momentum jostled her around like a milkshake. I kept firing until we were inside my driveway where the guards slammed the gates shut and lined up along the high walls, firing on our pursuers from above. It wasn’t just Lawson that came after me. He didn't have the manpower or the intelligence to orchestrate such an attack. Cantrell had a bigger, more organised crew, and I was ninety percent sure that the two of them put their war on hold to combine their forces in an attempt to get rid of me. Neither of them were a real threat but it was annoying, and unlike the last time we went to war, I had Quinn to worry about. Tony pulled up to the front door and I ordered Quinn to get out of the car on the mansion’s side. She obeyed without any hesitation, quickly bouncing up the steps and running inside. I dropped th
Troy I sat in the window, watching the rain pour down. It started around the early morning hours. The storm was so violent that it rattled the windows and woke me from a dead sleep. I hadn't been able to go back to bed since, and I had no energy or desire to do anything other than sit here and watch the rain. Thunder exploded right next to me, shaking the very foundations of the mansion, and two seconds later multiple bolts of lightning lit up the dark skies. It had been a long time since thunderstorms reminded me of that day. It was so long ago now, and over the years, I learned to love the rain again, learned to take joy in nature’s symphony, but today I was that frightened five-year-old pup again, dragged from his bed in the middle of the night to be sacrificed for my father’s war. I had no idea what brought the memory on or why. I didn’t care to examine the why or how. I just wanted to forget again, but the memories kept flooding in, unbidden and unwanted. ** Water poured fro
Quinn Troy hopped off the windowsill and stretched, giving me a breathtaking view of his muscular frame. It was the first time that he didn’t appear to be in full control of himself, and while he’d shown me a softer side, I’d never seen him vulnerable, yet that was the only word that tumbled through my head as I stared into his sad, honey eyes. “You should go now,” he said. “No. Why?” I asked, knowing full well that my bold refusal to follow his orders could end in tears, although it hadn’t so far, and his threats scared me less and less with each passing day. At first, it didn’t look as if he’d answer me, but then he said, “I’m battling to control my wolf.” “Will he hurt me?” “Not on purpose, no, but you are human and he doesn’t know how to be gentle.” I didn’t want to leave. Some new part of me, a part I didn’t even know existed, wanted to stay with Troy, wanted to see how far I could push him. I had no idea what I wanted to do with him once he reached that breaking point, or h
Quinn Troy closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it. I stood by the bed, tearing at my freshly done nails, staring at him while all sorts of scenarios ran through my head. Most of them were dirty, and not exactly unwanted, but I was still nervous. My lack of experience stood out in stark clarity, and I had no idea how I was supposed to please a man like him. I wasn’t even sure I could pleasure a normal man, let alone a feral man-wolf creature like Troy. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked and walked straight past me to the wingback chair by the window. I did not expect him to start another conversation, and he caught me completely off-guard. “I-“ heat crept up my neck and set my cheeks alight. I couldn't possibly tell him that I just imagined him with his head between my legs. I shook my head and bit into my lip. “You have to talk to me, Quinn. If you can’t even say the words, how do you want to move forward with this relationship?” Did he just say relationship? “I
TroyThis wasn’t usually how I did things. I always planned any scenario with my partners, going into minute detail with them, making sure we both knew each other’s limits, boundaries, and safe words. I made extra sure that I was in control of myself and that there wasn't even the slightest chance that I'd fuck up and give away parts of myself no one was supposed to know.And I never did it with someone who was as inexperienced as Quinn was, which terrified and filled me with exhilaration at the same time.I had never just pulled a girl over my lap and spanked her, yet that was what I did with Quinn. It was partly irritation that drove me to it, but mostly it was my own fucked up desire to hear her call out my name as I felt the sting against my palm when my hand connected with the supple flesh of her delectable little butt.It was too late to take it back. I had told her I was going to do it, and I had to follow through. It was who I was. Always in charge and always in control. I was