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CHAPTER ONE: THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH
"In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine." ~ Maya Angelou
Claire's POV
I was exhausted. It was just that simple. After the most gorgeous wedding ceremony in the world (and I had been to some doozies), I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed, cuddle next to my husband. My husband…that sounded so much more perfect than I could've ever imagined. The bed would have to wait though. At least for a little bit.
"The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign, indicating that we have begun to make our descent into Orlando. Please make sure your seats and tray tables are in the upright and locked position," the flight attendant said. I had already developed three different plans to beat the shit out of her after she oogled my hubby a little too long. It was starting to get beyond annoying. "Can I get you another blanket, Mr. Ateara?" she asked Quil and I could practically feel myself starting to vibrate like a wolf might before they phase.
"We're fine," I blurted out. I think I did that because if she said one more word to my husband, I would hit her. And the last thing I needed was to spend my wedding night being held by Homeland Security in a tiny holding cell for threatening a flight attendant.
It seemed to do the trick too. She huffed and then turned around and walked back to her station, with a little less skip in her step and a little less shake in her ass. "Someone's possessive," Quil joked. He pulled me close to him and I contemplating taking my seat belt off and crawling in his lap. Knowing my luck though, the bitch blonde with fake boobs would come traipsing back to yell at me to put my seat belt back on. Lord knows I didn't need that. No, no lap sitting. I would just have to settle for being at his side, his arm around me while he kissed my hair and neck.
"I can't help it. Really, she was making a fool of herself. I just saved her further humiliation," I said with an evil laugh sounding in my head.
"Uh huh," he kissed my neck again and then nuzzled his way back up to my ear, whispering breathily. "You can be possessive of me any day, honey, because if any guy so much as looks at you a little too long, he won't be extending his family tree, if you catch my drift." I knew it was supposed to be sexy but I had to cringe at the thought of Quil kicking someone in the family jewels just for a glance. The cringe didn't last long though because as soon as he said it, his lips were back on my neck. Quil knew exactly what he was doing too. He'd learned from early on in our adult relationship, my neck was more sensitive than any part of my body and I'd been known to have an orgasm just by his tongue running up from the base to my ear.
"You have to wait," I said. I pulled back as fast as I could but I wasn't really any match for his wolf speed and he pulled me back to him. "We can't do this, not here. I refuse to have sex for the first time as husband and wife on an airplane." I must have said it a little too loud because I heard a gasp and turned to my right to see a frowning mother, surrounded by a sleeping husband in an ugly brown Hawaiian shirt and one kid in her lap. There were three more kids around her and I figured by their absolute lack of manners, as they were kicking the man's seat and laughing, that they clearly belonged to her. "Sorry," I whispered to her. I wasn't, sorry that is. What I wanted to say was, "Why do you have your kids on a flight that won't reach it's destination until well passed midnight?" I didn't say that though, I let it go.
"Are you tired?" Quil asked.
"A little," I answered quietly. "But I'm not too tired, if that's what you're asking."
I heard the mom gasp again. "I can't wait until we can have a little privacy," Quil whispered into my ear again. I could almost feel myself purr a little like a cat as he nuzzled behind my ear.
I could feel a change in the air pressure and knew we were close to landing. I'd only been on a plane once before and that was for a lame trip to Washington D. C. with my family four years ago. It was the only trip my family has ever taken, unless you count car rides to Makah to see my grandparents, and I don't. I remembered from the last flight the way you could almost feel your whole body drop with the plane, like slow motion. It made me feel like a giant rubber band that a kid was stretching and then popping. I tried to imagine that in my head as the plane continued to drop.
"It's okay, Claire. I'm never going to let anything happen to you, honey," Quil said. He must have felt how much I was cringing at the rubber band thought. I loved the feeling of being in Quil's arms and it made all my nerves melt away.
I don't know how long it took for the plane to finally touch down or how long it took for us to get from the terminal to baggage claim and then to the limo that was waiting for us. The driver, a man decked out in a black suit with a driver's hat, stood in the baggage claim area holding a sign: Mr. and Mrs. Ateara. It was so amazing to see it written out like that. It made it seem more…real.
"Can we nap in the limo?" I asked.
Quil chuckled and held the door open for me. "We could but then you'd miss the champagne." The boy knew how to get my attention.
"Champagne?" I asked with a sly smile. I was technically underage but what the hell! It was my wedding day after all.
I slid in the car with Quil behind me. He pulled the bottle out of the ice bucket as the driver put our bags in the trunk. Quil popped the cork and poured us each a glass. I sipped slowly, knowing that my alcohol tolerance was quite low. My husband on the other hand could down a bottle and feel nothing. For now, I'd just let the bubbles tickle my throat as I sipped. It was a quiet drive. Quil and I didn't say too much, he just held me while we drank. Then I spotted it.
"Quil! Look! It's Cinderella's Castle!" I squealed seeing the landmark from the highway. "Look, Quil! Look!"
"Is it exactly what you imagined it to be?" he said with a huge grin.
"It is!" I smiled back. When I was a little girl, Quil had promised me that one day he'd take me to Disney World. I never dreamed it would be for our honeymoon though. It seemed the perfect place for us. Our relationship had changed so much from him being a big brother to me, to him being a friend, and now my husband. But he never forgot the promises he made when we both were younger.
"And that's our hotel," Quil said. "We're staying at the Animal Kingdom Lodge."
I looked towards the direction that Quil was pointing to see the African lodge ahead of us. It was so magnificent and so much more than I deserved. I remember what I'd said to myself at the wedding. The way Quil looked at me, the love he showed me. How could I not devote my life to making him everything he needed me to be?
I turned to Quil and pulled his chin to kiss him. "Thank you," I whispered.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he smiled into the kiss. "Thank you for being my wife." It was cheesy but it was all Quil and I loved it.
The driver pulled into the drive outside of the lodge while I put Quil and mine's glasses away. I took a deep breath and held tight to my husband's hand as we walked into the rustic looking lobby. "Wow," I said under my breath. It was like actually being in Africa, with the most elaborate patterns and beautiful brown and orange tones.
"We'd like to check-in, please," Quil nuzzled my hair as he talked to the front desk attendant. "Mr. and Mrs. Quil Ateara."
"Aw, honeymooners?" the attendant asked. She started typing quickly in the computer.
"Yep," Quil chuckled, though by the sound of her fingers tapping the keys so fast, I wasn't sure if it hadn't been more of a rhetorical question.
"Yes, yes. It looks like your standard room has been upgraded to a Savanna View Villa," she smiled at Quil and I wanted to rip her ponytail right out her head. Could she not see he's was with his wife? His new wife?
"I'm sorry, there must be a mistake, I didn't reserve a villa," Quil said politely. It didn't really matter to me where we stayed honestly. I'd be happy to sleep in the parking lot as long as I was assured that I would wake up in Quil's arms.
The girl clicked on the keys some more. "You know Jacob Black? I think its that dude that owns Shipo Bikes?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"The playboy partner dude just got married, right? To some gorgeous European chick, right? She is so lucky. My boyfriend has a Shipo bike and it's the coolest thing ever! You're so lucky that you know them." The desk clerk went on. Quil grinned but I had to fight the little bit of jealousy that crept up in my chest. Quil did all the custom paint jobs for Shipo and all kinds of fancy-dancy stuff. He is a true artist, but the difference was, he didn't have the fame and recognition that Jake, Embry, and Paul had, nor did he have the money. None of that mattered to me because I loved him no matter what. I told him once, when I was younger and he was reading different Mother Goose stories to me, that I'd love him even if we had to live in a shoe. It just made me feel a little bad for Quil. "It looks like Mr. Black's the one that ordered the upgrade. There's a note here that says, 'It's about damn time!'"
I looked at Quil and Quil looked at me before we both burst out into laughter. If anyone knew the plight of a wolf and his once child imprint, it was definitely Jake. Quil and I had waited almost seventeen years to get married and I think Jake thought we both needed a little luxury.
The attendant finished the computer work and handed Quil the key to our villa, then motioned for the porter to come to us. "Mr. Black also had us put in a few little special extras in your room. Just follow Manny and he'll take you to your room."
I kinda felt like a dope because I couldn't keep the excited energy from seeping out of every pore as we walked down the halls and around the corners. It was like the coolest place I'd ever been, ever.
"Here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Ateara," the porter said, stopping in front of our room. For some strange reason I felt my heart speed up a little. I don't know why, I knew we were going to have sex and we'd had sex a lot during our relationship but for some reason, now, knowing I was his wife, it made it different. I don't know why, nothing had really changed. We'd signed a piece of paper, had some cake, and flown across the country for our honeymoon but nothing was any different than it was before. I'd always known that I was going to marry Quil but now that it had actually happened, it felt…exciting?
The porter opened the door and took our bags in. "Mrs. Ateara," Quil whispered in my ear and I grinned thinking about the total love and admiration in his voice. He released my hand and followed Manny into the room, pulling a few bills from his wallet and handing them to Manny as he stepped out. I started to step in but Quil stopped me with a, "No!" My eyes widened and I started to panic. "I have to carry you over the threshold." He bounded over to me with two steps and scooped me up so quickly that I yelped a little. "This is how I'm supposed to do it," he said, carrying me bridal style into the room. I felt myself curl into his hold, remembering all the times he'd held me like this.
He kicked the door closed and carried me in to the room. I looked around the room that had been decorated with candles and roses and champagne. "Courtesy of Jake?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered. I sighed as he stepped over our luggage to the giant king size bed. He laid me down ever-so-gently and then moved so that he was on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in his hunkified scent. I was in total heaven, his tongue swiping my lip and inching his fingers up my dress. "Wait," I said into the kiss. "I need to change." I had sexy lingerie and I intended to wear it, dammit.
Quil rolled off me with a chuckle and I hopped off the bed, grabbing my bag as I ran to the bathroom. Ava, Petra and I had spent one full day in Seattle looking for just the right wedding night lingerie. We had the normal convo about color or style. Crotchless v. crotched. Stockings v. no stockings. In the end, it was Petra who picked out the simple white gartered nightie with matching g-string. It really was gorgeous and the white lace complimented my skin tone quite nicely. I was glad that I was able to have this moment, this lingerie. It may seem silly to some but the undies I wore the first time we made love were much different. I closed my eyes and thought about that day.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Quil asked. We were sitting in his Jeep in front of Casa de Clearwater where Quil was picking up prophylactics for the evening. "We don't have to, you know?"
This was not going how I expected it to. I'd seen enough teenage angst movies to know that I was supposed to be telling him to stop, not the other way around. Lately, things had been getting hot and heavy in the make-out department and I was afraid that if we dry humped each other one more time, our clothes would catch fire from the friction! I wanted more. I'd been dreaming about sex with Quil since I started high school, and like the gentleman he is, he wouldn't have any kind of relationship with me until I was of age. I didn't blame him, I knew it had to suck for him, but I didn't blame him. Then, just before I actually turned 18, some dumbass vampire built a newborn vampire army and we wolf-girls were all faced with the real possibility that our wolves might not come back to us. So I did what I did best when it came to Quil, I begged and pleaded for him to consider a relationship with me, even though I was only 17 at the time. He thought I was being ridiculous. Well, he thought that until he came back with a few more vampire pains, then, it seemed, things were different.
"Look at me, Quil," I said, turning his chin. That didn't seem to work though and he fought against me. He turned his head back quickly and all I could hear was him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. For a moment I did kinda feel a little guilty, like I was corrupting him or something, even though I knew I was the virgin and he wasn't, it still made me feel horrible. I climbed across the console and straddled his legs. This time I was able to get a hold of him and I held his face to look into my eyes.
"God, you're beautiful," Quil said. I knew I had him then. All it took was a look in the eyes, just like with the imprint that tied us to each other in the beginning, that was all it took to reel him in.
"I want to do this, Quil," I kissed him as I felt his hands reach my backside. "I love you, my big, bad wolf."
Quil pulled me closer. "I just don't want to hurt you, you know what it does to me to see you in pain."
"It'll only hurt for a minute," I kissed him again then took his hand from my ass and linked our fingers. "I have never wanted it to be anyone else but you, Quil."
I could feel his resolve breaking and I knew I'd won when he smiled. "I love you, my Claire."
I crawled off his lap and strapped myself back into my seatbelt. I watched and waited while he went to procure protection from Dr. Clearwater. It was Christmas and the house was aglow with all kinds of activity. I felt bad for taking Seth away from it, but I knew that there was no way Quil would be driving to Forks to go to the drugstore and we all knew that Seth would have condoms, being the doctor that he was.
I tried to be patient but sitting by myself in Quil's Jeep made me feel even more antsy. I thought about calling Ava but I knew she was inside enjoying the evening with her family. Which brought me to the giant lie I had told my parents to get them to let me out of the house on Christmas Eve. Right now, they thought we were at Quil's Mom's house exchanging presents. I felt bad lying to them but saying, "Hey Mom and Dad, mind if I go have sex with my super hot older boyfriend on Christmas Eve?" didn't quite sound like the right words.
Just as I started mulling over other things we could tell them in the future to get me out of the house, Quil jogged towards the car, shoving something into his pocket. I watched him closely. Being in high school, I was used to several of my friends always talking about how much they "loved" their boyfriends, but I knew that was child's play compared to what Quil and I had. I don't even think love was a strong enough word to describe it. I knew that in my whole life, for as long as I lived, there would never be anyone I loved like Quil and there would never be anyone who could love me like Quil.
He pulled the door open and smiled at me. Poor Quil was a man stuck in a teenager's body and he never really showed it until that moment. I couldn't help but think he looked like a guy taking a girl to prom and knowing he was getting lucky in the limo afterwards. That wasn't how it was going to be, but that's the thought that popped into my head.
"Did you get them?" I asked.
"Yeah, Seth wasn't very happy to give them to me though. He kept saying things about you being in high school. You would think as a fellow imprinted wolf he'd help a brother out," Quil sighed, starting the Jeep. "It's very hypocritical of him too, considering we all know that Seth took Abby's virginity."
"You know Seth, Quil. He always tries to stay on the straight and narrow," I answered.
Quil turned to me and took my hand. "Listen to me," he swallowed hard. "We don't have to do this. I can wait, Claire, I don't want—"
I stopped him as I leaned across the console again and kissed him hard before I pulled away. "I want this, Quil. I want you, forever and always."
He still looked at me like he was expecting me to jump out and say "April Fool!" I didn't though, I wouldn't. I knew that this was what I wanted. I had a habit of making spontaneous decisions but this wasn't one of them. I had thought this out, I knew the consequences, and I knew that while others might think I was a mindless spoilt girl, when it came to Quil, there was nothing mindless or foolish there.
"I want you too," he said softly, almost so soft that I didn't hear him. "Okay, let's go home, shall we?"
I smiled and did a little jig in my head. I loved when he called his house home. It made me feel like I was a part of his bigger picture. "Sounds like a great idea."
We sat in relative silence as he drove and that scared me a little. If he was silent, I could pretty well guarantee that he was going to come up with some reason why we had to wait. To my surprise though, he didn't say anything. Even as he came around and opened my Jeep door, he was still quiet. He started to shut the door after I was out and I stopped him. I reached in and grabbed my bag, complete with the sexiest undies I had and nothing else. "Why do you have a bag? You have stuff here," he asked. It was true, I did have some stuff, like extra socks and a toothbrush but I was pretty sure I didn't have any lacy boy short panties or red bras.
"I have different stuff," I said. I hoped he'd catch my drift and by the blush in his cheeks, he did. He took my hand and held it tightly, moving towards the door to the house in the garage. I heard him click the clicker as he led me into the house.
"Do you want water or anything to drink?" he asked, awkwardly.
"No, I'm okay. Let's just go down the hall?" I asked. My questions were much better than his.
I headed in the direction of the bedroom right away, pulling Quil behind me. He cleared his throat as I opened his bedroom door. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moon coming through the window. I reached over and flipped the light on, taking a look around. I'd been in Quil's bedroom before, I'd been almost naked in it too, but this was different. I had to remind myself not lose my nerve.
I dropped Quil's hand but kept my bag on my shoulder. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Okay," he answered with a squeak in his voice. I didn't want to tell him that he sounded so cute.
I slipped into the bathroom, shut the door behind me, and took two deep breaths. "It's okay, Claire. It's just Quil, it's just Quil," I started to feel a little better but I was still a little anxious. "My Quil," I thought. Just that made everything okay. He was mine, he had always been mine, and I was his. I pulled the red bra and boy short panties out. I stripped down to nothing then slid on the new undies. I pulled the rubberband from my hair and let my hair fall past my shoulders. I knew Quil liked my hair down. I felt my knees wobble a little as I gave myself another glance. I was brave, but I wasn't sure I was brave enough to just waltz out in my barely-theres. I guess it was now or never, though.
"Claire? Honey? Are you okay?" Quil's voice said from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, give me just another second," I said. My fingers grasped the doorknob and I twisted slowly as I took a deep breath. The door creaked a little as I opened it to reveal the faint glow of candles. I peaked my head out to see Quil sitting up on the bed. His back was against the headboard and he was only wearing boxers.
"Um, I hope it's okay I took, you know, that I'm only in my boxers. I can put my clothes back on if you want," he said. My Quil…that was my Quil.
"No, I like it," I smiled. I finally stepped out of the doorway into the bedroom. I heard Quil audibly gasp and then clear his throat again like he did when he was nervous. I knew that about him. I knew that he cleared his throat when he was nervous, I knew that he cried when he watched
Old Yeller, and I knew that red was his favorite color, hence the get-up I was in.
"Wow," he said. I had to stop myself from asking him if he was still having doubts about whether this was a good idea. My body decided the next step instead and I practically bounded across the room into his lap and threw my knees on either side of his legs. Just in case that wasn't hot enough, I grabbed his lips with my teeth and then released it to kiss him.
The kiss was great but after a few minutes I was ready to move on to the main event. Quil was holding me tightly, resting his hands very timidly on my lower back. I pulled away from the kiss though and then pushed his hands lower to rest just on my buttocks. He was so close to me and I could feel him through the thin fabrics that separated us. I pulled back and moved my hand to his cheeks. "Quil? What's wrong?" I asked.
He looked in my eyes and nudged some hair behind my ear. "I'm nervous," he chuckled. "It's been a long time and the last time, it wasn't with my soulmate. It wasn't with you."
Quil always knew how to make me putty in his hands, but it was even worse when I knew without a doubt that he meant it. "I'm nervous too, Quil," this time I ran my fingers into his hair and then leaned forward to kiss his neck. "But I know that I'm safe with you. I know that I love you so much, and that you love me. We were made for each other," I kissed his neck again, this time lower and closer to his chest. "We fit together like pieces of a puzzle."
He took a shaky breath before he pulled me to him again. "I love you," he whispered into my hair.
"I love you too, my Quil," I said softly. My head was resting against his chest and we breathed together for a few moments until I felt his fingers inching up my back to my bra. I had to keep from whimpering when I felt him unhook it, then push down the straps. He held me to his chest and rolled so that I was on the other side of the bed, below him.
His lips met my neck this time and he kissed all the way down until he met my shoulder. He didn't stop there though and kept kissing down my chest until his lips hovered over my heart. I knew it had to be beating a million miles a minute and I knew he had to hear that. But I was going to ignore it for the time being and savor the sensation that was starting to tingle between my legs. Quil kissed lower and lower down my chest and stomach, sweeping his finger over the middle of my bra. It was a stealthy move because he'd managed to get my bra off without me really noticing. I was too concentrated on his lips, that were now somewhere between my belly button and the little bit of lace that covered up Elvis, the name I called my special place after my grandmother told me no one was allowed to touch Elvis and if they did, I needed to tell and run away. Unfortunately she was talking about a Bradford Exchange plate she'd ordered from QVC, while I thought she was talking about private parts.
Quil locked his arms under my legs, pushing them apart a little more. "Say it again," he said against my skin.
"Hmm?" I moaned just as I felt his fingers hook under the lace.
"Who am I?" he looked up at me with hungry eyes and I swear I think I had an orgasm just staring at him.
I caught his drift. "My Quil," I said.
"Again," he said again.
"My Quil," I bit my lip and heard a ripping noise. Quil worked his way back up my body with a handful of red lace that he threw on the floor. "Those were new!"
"They were in the way," he grinned.
Quil started to kiss me again before I stopped him. "Nuh-uh. You have clothes on," I whispered. I didn't wait for him to respond and instead pulled his boxers to his ankles and feeling his special friend standing at attention.
He kicked the boxers to the bottom of the bed and they slid off. Quil pulled me up for a second and pulled the blankets down, then laid me back on the sheets. He reached over and grabbed something from his bedside table. He pulled it out and then I watched as he unwrapped the condom carefully and then start to rock back on his heels. I threw my arms around him to keep him close to me. "I have to sit back, babe," Quil whispered and kiss my hair. "I can't put the condom on." His voice was gentle and I let my grasp on him slip.
It may have been totally not sexy to some people, but I watched in fascination as Quil slid the condom over himself. It only took him a second to unroll it and I automatically felt my legs spread a little. "It's okay," he said softly as he leaned back down.
"I know, I'm with you," I said. I knew it was as cheesy as possible but it did literally make me feel better.
"Okay," he smiled wide. Quil nestled himself between my legs but didn't dare push himself into me just yet. I knew it was coming though. He linked his arms under mine and looked into my eyes, really deep. "You're absolutely sure about this?"
I had to keep from rolling my eyes or yelling at him. I was laying under him naked, I was pretty damn sure! "Yes, Quil, very sure," I said instead.
He moved his arms again and this time pulled my knees up a little, then leaned down to kiss me. It started out like a normal kiss, like a gentle, sweet kiss. But it didn't take long for it turn into a soap-opera, batten-down-the-hatches, tingling-from-my-crotch-to-my-head-area type of kiss. Then, Quil was pressing close to the part of me that was about to explode. He broke the kiss again and looked at me. "Keep looking at me, Claire," he said. His voice sounded like butter and he slowly pushed himself into me. It hurt like hell and I grabbed onto Quil, digging my nails into his back. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
I was trying to judge how much further he would have to go before he would be all the way in, and even then I knew the pain wouldn't stop. This was what I wanted though. I wanted to this, with Quil, and that meant dealing with the pain from his larger than normal male anatomy, I would do it.
"NO!" I yelped. "I want you, Quil."
"I don't want to hurt you," he kissed my forehead and the gentleness was back. "You know it hurts me to hurt you."
"I know," I pried my nails from his back and instead laced my fingers in his hair and tried to push the pain aside so I could kiss him. "Please don't stop though, Quil."
He nodded and kissed me back. Then in one swift motion, he pulled my knees up and pushed himself all the way into me. I clearly felt something tear but I heard Quil moan pretty loudly into my ear and I made a quick decision. I would just try to make it through this and maybe next time it would feel good, right?
Quil pulled out a little and then pushed back in, out and in, out and in. It didn't exactly feel good but I just kept my mind on Quil. The sound of his breath speeding up, the feeling of my fingers in his hair as it started to moisten with sweat. I kissed his shoulder. And closed my eyes. I thought about how much I loved him and how special it was to be this close to him. But then, he did something he'd done before, usually when we were making out but when he did it this time, it set something off inside me. His lips met my neck, just below my ear, and his tongue swirled in a circle. That in and of itself was erotic but the thing that did it for me was the suction his lips created.
"Oh, God!" I moaned at the sensation and arched my back into him. I could feel him smile on my skin but he didn't stop. "Quil…"
"Claire," he groaned. He kept sucking and pushing and pulling out and pushing back in and thenI felt my breathing change too. The pain was still there but that didn't stop the pleasure from coming through. "My Claire," he groaned out. Then I felt his teeth scrape against my skin and ever so slightly bite down.
"My Quil," I moaned, locking my ankles to keep him close to me, which only caused the tingling between my legs to rise up to my stomach. It was a heavy feeling but I felt my body twitch a little. And just when I thought I was going to explode, Quil bit down harder and the feeling in my stomach filled my whole body. I think my eyes rolled back in my head and I was panting like a dog in heat while Quil kept biting and rocking against me. And then, then the fireworks went off when my body literally vibrated as I felt myself release. "My QUIL!"
Just as I felt my body coming down from its high, Quil's movements got more erratic and as if I wasn't enjoying it enough, his biting to my neck, turned into licking, oddly primal and oddly freaking hot! "Shit! Oh, Quil," I moaned.
"My bear," he said as he kept licking and started shuddering. "I love you," he moaned against my skin and I knew he'd found his own release.
"I love you, too," I whispered. Quil's body was placid on top of me and we locked eyes. "I love you." I arched up and kissed his lips. "Thank you."
I could see though that he wasn't okay. Something was wrong. He didn't say anything and he looked away. He slid out of me and rolled to the other side of the bed leaving me more than a little confused. Quil turned on his side, away from me even further. I heard him take off the condom and throw it in the trashcan.
"Quil?" I put my hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged it off. "You're bleeding," he said softly. "I hurt you. Dammit, Claire, I hurt you."
I sat up on my side of the bed, even though it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. "What?"
"I promised, from the first day that I imprinted on you that I would never hurt you. I would never let anyone else hurt you. But goddammit, I'm an animal and I couldn't control myself," Quil sat up, still with his back to me and leaned down to put his head in his hands.
"Please don't say that, Quil," I said, scooting closer to him so I could move to my knees and put my arms around him from behind. I kissed his shoulder and then his neck. "I wanted to share this with you. It was worth the pain."
"I just…" he turned around and pulled me into his arms so that I was sitting on his lap. The warmth was comforting and kinda dulled the pain I was feeling. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you happy, Claire?"
I didn't even have to think, I knew exactly what to say. "Yes! Are you not happy, Quil?" I started to worry that maybe I'd misjudged this whole situation and made him do something he didn't want to, though getting me naked seemed pretty evident that he wanted it as much as I did.
"I've never been this happy. I just don't want you to ever think I rushed you into things," he said holding me tightly. "I love you so much, Claire, and I've waited so long for you. I won't screw this up."
I looked up into his big brown eyes and laid my hand on his cheek. What Quil didn't know was that I was just as scared of screwing this up as he was. The difference was, I hid my fear with spontaneity and rash decisions. But at the root of it all, I needed Quil and I didn't ever want to leave him feeling less special than he was. "You won't, Quil. You're forgetting, we're made for each other, we belong together. So you won't ever screw this up," I said.
That's what I thought of as I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself in the fresh white lace. We had been made for one another, we belonged together. I kept repeating that phrase in my head. I repeated it as I stepped out of the bathroom.
I don't know if it was a wolf thing or not, but Quil had a habit of already being naked when I would come out with the intent of getting it on. And of course tonight was no different. He had his back against the wooden headboard, already under the covers. "Sweet Jesus, Claire," he choked out.
"I take it you like?" I twirled around a little and bit my bottom lip trying to act like I had some sense of innocence.
"Fuck, that's an understatement," he gulped. Before I could gauge what he was going to do, he pushed the blankets off, had me in his arms, and then sprinted back to the bed. My beautiful lingerie was in pieces on the floor in a matter of minutes. I was a little sad to see it go, but being able to make love to my husband was worth it.
And just like every time, when we were both sated, he held me in his arms. "Are you happy?" I asked.
"You have no idea how blissfully happy I am right now, Claire," he said as he kissed my hair and ran his hand over my bare shoulder. "Are you happy?"
"I'm so much more than happy," I smiled as he cuddled me closer.
As excited as I was to be at Disney World, being in Quil's arms as his wife, that my friend was the happiest place on Earth.
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