I wake up to the light sound of snoring and I slowly peel my eyes open to see it's light in my room. I woke up at some point last night to shower and brush my teeth, because I felt so gross, and laid back in bed with Quil, he stayed the whole night, I don't think he's even waken up once. He's still pressed against my back, with his arm wrapped around me, his hand cupping my breast through my shirt. Of course, he's perve even in his sleep. I can't lie though, last night was the best sleep of my life. I felt so warm and cozy the entire time and now I feel well rested.
I'm having warm and fuzzy feelings over him taking care of me last night. When I got up to shower I realized how good of a job he did washing my face and he even plugged in my phone. He even picked out comfortable undies instead of finding a lace thong for me to wear to bed. Maybe I should have gave Quil a chance back in high school, though my idea of him was completely different back then. I think if he phased when we were younger and imprinted on me I would have ran for the hills. I think I'm handling it really well now.
He flinches a little which startles me but then his snoring stops and he tugs me tighter, his hand now groping my boob. A lazily smile forms on my face, which luckily he can't see. "You're holding my boob." I say, a little humor in my tone.
"Sh." He teases, honking it. I shake him with laughter, letting him go. I guess a boob honk is his reward for last night. He rubs his face against my hair, sighing happily. I hold onto his arm, in a way to cuddle him back. It feels nice to be like this and to wake up this way. "Your hair smells good." He mumbles.
"I showered last night at some point." I laugh a little. He hums in response.
We lay in comfortable silence for a few moments before he shifts a little behind me, reaching to kiss the back of my head. He starts peppering me with kisses from the back of my head, to my arms, and then my ears. As his lips innocently graze over my ear I feel my body start to respond to him. I lay breathless, trying not to seem affected. He continues his innocent, affectionate pecks, finding my ear a few more times. Finally he pauses his touches, his arm move down, resting on my stomach. "Is me kissing your arm turning you on?" His questions stuns me for a moment and my cheeks heat up. I clench my legs tightly together.
I snort, feeling embarrassed, but not wanting to show it. "Shut up, Quil."
"Mm, is it?" He asks, sounding a little sneaky.
"No, it's my ear." I answer shyly.
He hums before his mouth finds my ear again, pressing a delicate kiss to it before his teeth graze it. My breathing hitches in my throat, but I swat at him. "Don't be shy, I like my ears being kissed to." He whispers in my hear, making me shiver. I flip over, ready to tell him to fuck off, but he greets me with a lazy smile. "Wanna try kissing now?" He asks, pulling me closer as his arm rests on the small of my back. My hand presses firmly against his chest, feeling nervous from his request. "We don't have to." He assures me.
"I just, I don't know if I'm ready to take the next step." I'm not sure that's even true. My brain right now is screaming that I want him and I want this. I want to sleep next to him again. I want to kiss him. I want him to touch me. But it's too fast.
"Kissing doesn't have to make anything different, it's just supposed to be fun." His breath washes over me and I realize it's minty fresh.
I raise a suspecting eyebrow at him. "Did you brush your teeth?" I laugh out the words.
He smiles at me. "Maybe." I snort, shoving his chest, but of course he doesn't move an itch. He's like a damn brick wall, and he feels as hard as one too.
I glance up at him again, feeling nervous. It's been so long since I've kissed anyone, maybe I could be bad at it. His hand roams over my body, trailing from my back to my jaw, tilting my face up gently. His thumb rubs over my cheek before he slowly leans in. "Do you want to kiss me?" He breathes, moving so close to my face I can nearly feel him.
Without I word I close my eyes, filling the space between us. My lips press against his and I peck him once, before doing it again, and then slowly we move into a rhythm. Butterflies are going crazy in my stomach and I feel my panties soak as he kisses me. My hand finds his hair, gripping it in my grasp as he hand presses against my back, pulling me closer. I gently bite on his lower lip and he makes a noise in his throat before his tongue finds mine.
Oh I was so wrong, this is so, so good. I pull away, gently pushing his shoulders back so he's laying flat on my bed, and I straddle his hips, finding his soft lips again, this time with more need. His hands hold onto my hips as my hands roam over his chest, shoulders, and hair. I can't get enough of touching him. His hands move to my ass, gripping onto me firmly.
We're panting and breathless, but we don't stop. We don't stop for anything. His tongue is so smooth and skilled against mine and I can feel my toes curling a bit. I whimper against his mouth and my hips roll into his subtly, but he clearly wants the friction to as he pushes me down into him. I pant against his mouth, our kiss becoming desperate and needy.
He expertly flips us so I'm on my back, panting as I gaze up at him. He looks so sexy hovering over me, his chest rapidly rising and falling and his lips a little swollen. "I'm getting too hot, I'm going to take this off, okay?" He plays with the hem of his shirt. I nod quickly, selfishly wanting to see him shirtless.
He tugs it off of him and I'm in awe, as if I've never seen it all before. My hand reaches out to feel him and his eyelids look heavy as I do. I grip the back of his neck, pulling him back down to me. "You can take your shirt off too, if you're feeling a little warm." He smirks, hovering over my face. His fingers skim gently over my waist where my shirts risen up. I press a hand to his chest so he'll back up and I pull my own shirt off of me, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes fall to my bare breasts, his face going slack. I love the way he reacts to me, it makes me feel sexy. His mouth drops to my nipple, lightly sucking on it as his other hand kneads my other breast. I whimper, my hand finding his hair. My back arches a little as he licks, sucks, and gently bites my sensitive nipple before going to the other one. "These are so perfect." He purrs, before continuing to suck. I moan lightly, tugging on his hair roughly.
He releases my nipple, looking at me disappointingly. "Kiss me." I demand breathlessly. He eagerly rises to my face, kissing me with need. His hips roll into mine and I spread mine wider, desperate for some relief. My clit is throbbing in my pants and I want nothing more than to cum. I moan in his mouth, arching my hips to get more pressure from him.
"Let me eat you out, please. It's all I can think about." He mutters against my lips.
I open my eyes, watching his face turn needy. I nod quickly. I'm not going to pass up on that. I need relief, bad.
He quickly moves down my body, pulling my sweats and panties down in one tug, tossing them onto the floor. He spreads my legs, staring down at my wet center. "Fuck." He mumbles, before dropping down, licking me from my center to my clit. I squeak in response, and he does it a few more times before settling on my clit. My head tosses back on the pillow and my eyes shut tightly as the sensation washes over me.
My stomach feels hot and my body goes limp with his mouth on me, like I've lost control. "God!" I cry out a little, my hand combing through his hair. He starts sucking on my clit and my toes curl as I start grinding my hips against his mouth. "Quil, oh-" I whimper as a finger slips inside of me, with too much ease. The sound of how wet I am fills the room and he groans against me.
"You taste fucking fantastic." He growls, his mouth leaving my clit as his tongue licks every inch of me, even the inside of my thighs. I squirm under him, tugging his face back to where I desperately need him.
My breath is ragged and choppy as he sucks my clit back into his mouth. It's almost too much, almost. "Please, don't stop, please." I beg. "Feels so fucking good." I whimper.
He adds another finger, increasing the pace, but his mouth doesn't let up. "Yes, yes!" I huff out, grinding my hips against him again. I can feel my stomach fill with heat, my orgasm on the rise. His other hand finds my nipple, pinching it in between his fingers.
This is about to be the most strongest orgasm of my entire existence.
My bedroom door throws open and I squeal in surprise as Embry stands in the doorway, looking alert. Quil's mouth leaves me, but his fingers remain halted inside of me. He quickly tugs my comforter over my bare breasts, but doesn't leave his place in between his legs, even as I try to shut them around him. My orgasm fades away as I stare terrified at Embry.
"Don't you hear that? Jake's howling for us, we need to go!" He says urgently.
"Get out." Quil growls at him, looking up from between my legs.
"We need to go!" Embry urges him again, sounding frantic.
"I'm coming!" Quil yells at him. Quil's face dips back down to between my legs, taking my clit in his mouth again while his fingers start pounding inside of me again, with Embry standing stunned in my doorway. I stare back at Embry with wide eyes, in complete shock that Quil's still going, with Embry right fucking there.
The sound of my wetness fills the air again and Embry jumps back into reality, slamming the door shut. "Quil!" I squeal at him. Did that really just happen?
He doesn't even slow down. He keeps up his pace and reluctantly my legs spread again, allowing him full access. My stomach heats up again and I give in to the sensation, letting it quickly build up. I whimper with need and soon my orgasm topples over me. I cry out his name with a serious of moans following as I squirm under his touch. He continues as my orgasm does, until I'm flinching under his touch from sensitivity. Finally his fingers and mouth stop and he quickly licks up at my thighs.
He quickly climbs up my limp body, pressing his lips to mine. As he pulls away, ready to rush into action, I stop him, grabbing his hand. I bring his fingers, soaked with my juices, to my mouth, licking and sucking them clean with my eyes on his.
His face turns red and his eyes shut tightly, enjoying my mouth on him. "Fuck, this better be serious." He groans before I release his fingers. He hops off my bed, struggling to get his sweats on, before running out my door, slamming it shut behind him.
I lay in bed stunned and dazed, still panting a little bit.
Quil's POV:
Embry and I are running off to the woods in a frantic hurry, towards where Jake's howl came from. I think it's coming from our normal meeting spot, around the woods by Sam's. My cock is finally starting to calm down and I'm trying to keep the visual of Chloe sucking my fingers clean out of my mind. She's so fucking sexy, it's going to be all I can think about. That, and how she tasted and sounded as she came. She's perfection.
I can tell Embry feels awkward about what he walked in on, but I couldn't care less in the moment. It's not ideal to have another man so close to my imprint when she's naked and horny, I had to show him she's mine. At least my wolf did.
The sounds of her moans still echo in my mind as we round the corner, finding the pack in a heated conversation. Everyone's here already, including Leah. I slowly to a jog, letting out a breath as I stop a few feet away from Jake, who gives me a look. "Nice of you two to show up." He remarks, looking pissed off.
"That's on him." Embry mutters from beside me. I let it go, he's right anyways.
"What's the problem?" I ask, wanting to get back to my soaking wet imprint. Her taste is still fresh on my tongue and I want to enjoy that with my hand down my pants, not surrounded by my pack brothers and Leah.
"I met with Carlisle and Esme Cullen, there's a new set of vampires just outside of Forks, looking to start trouble." My face goes serious and Chloe safety comes to mind. This town is getting more and more dangerous for her to be living in.
"What do they want?" Jared asks, taking a step closer to Jake. "Are they friends of the Cullens?"
Aside from my encounter with Rosalie, the Cullen's have been living here peacefully. They've even spent time around Bella, so clearly they're not too much of a threat right now. Still it makes me worried that they live so close by and they're capable of killing a human within seconds just over a little thirst. They may appear to look like humans, but they're monsters. It's in the genetic makeup to kill and hunt for blood. I'll never feel secure having them around.
"To find some humans I guess, there's three new missing person cases in Forks. Right now it's all young guys from the community college." Jake explains. "We know ones name, Victoria. She's a red head and she appears to be in her twenties. She's ruthless, worse than Rosalie." Great. "The Cullen's haven't made peace with them, which means they will not follow our treaty. We have to be on high alert at all times while on shift, and keep a close eye on the borders for any trails or noise."
Paul takes a step forward and I instantly roll my eyes. "Why don't we hunt them down and take care of it? And while we're at it we can take down the Cullen's." He says seriously. Paul's not much of a stop and think kind of guy, but I have a similar reputation in the pack. I don't always think things through, but I do things with the best interest at heart, Chloe's safety and protection. If it weren't for the pack I'd hall her out of La Push tonight and never bring her back, same with my mom.
"We can't threaten them, it would risk La Push's safety. We can't be an offensive threat, we'll remain defensive." Sam speaks up, standing in front of Jake. Jake's our main contact with the Cullen's, but Sam is our Alpha. As always, he has the final say. Jake was meant to be Alpha, but he's Sam's Beta until he steps away from the pack. Sam turned first and he's older, it's his right now.
I for one couldn't care less what my rank is. I want to do my job and then go home to Chloe. Leading and making all the tough calls is not really my thing. I'm a team player, although my respect lies with Jake over Sam. To me, Sam is nobody. I didn't grow up with him, I hardly knew him until the pack. It's not always easy to fall in line with him. He's a good leader, but he lacks respect from some of us. "Shift schedules are going to change, I'll text you your new orders. We want more people on shift and for longer, someone will always come to release you. We can't leave the border unprotected at any time. We'll continue discussing with the Cullen's and make a plan with them, when we're ready." He says, before light chatter fills the pack.
Everyone has questions and something to say. "Sounds good, are we free to go?" I speak up as Sam is clearly done talking over the new plans. I don't have any questions, I just want to get back home.
Everyone seems to turn their attention to me. "Somewhere you need to be that's more important than this?" Sam asks, giving me a look.
"In between Chloe legs I bet." Paul booms with laughter, Jared following him.
"That's exactly where he wants to be." Embry snorts from beside me. I shove him, making him stumble a few steps, but he continues laughing at me.
"I thought she didn't accept the imprint yet?" Jake asks, looking humored by all this teasing.
I shrug a little, not interested in explaining it to them. I'm fine taking things slow with Chloe, although I'll do just about anything to repeat this afternoon with her. I think she's finally warming up to me and I don't want that to stop, at any cost.
"I don't know, I walked in on them just a few minutes ago." Embry informs them, snickering. I go to punch him but he puts his hands up defensively.
"We're taking things slow." I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't bother with a shirt, or boxers even. I was in a rush and a little distracted to say the least.
"Chloe doesn't want your dick in her? Shocking." Paul snorts. Paul thinks he's big and bad, but I know for a fact Rebecca was hesitant about him and gives him a hard time. She's the perfect imprint for him, a little stuck up, and very demanding. He needs to be dropped down a peg, desperately. He can be so infuriating.
"Are we done?" I repeat.
Sam just rolls his eyes. "Go home Quil." I shoot him a smile before turning to head back to the house. Fuck these guys, I want to be with my imprint.