Quinn walked her way out of the pack house, lifting her dress with both her hands as she did so. On her way to the canteen, she saw members of Zayd’s pack that looked at her weirdly. But she tried to avoid the eyes that watched her, for they were only trying to find out where the very aspect that m

Quinn turned to face him, wiping the tears that tainted her flushed cheeks. “How?” “Dance with me.” She would’ve said no, but he was challenging her strength; the strength she’d lost and was now trying to feign. “Okay.” His arm around her waist pulled her closer, and Quinn hated how good his warm

Zayd released her and she moved away from his mouth. “By all means…do whatever you want, angel. It’s bound to be hot if you take the initiative.” Quinn repositioned herself, turning her back to him and slowly sliding down to gaze upon the bulge in his underwear. Her throat felt dry all of a sudden,

Inch by inch…smirking as he did so. “This night will be long…I’m too excited to end it here. Be prepared to be sore tomorrow, you might even have trouble walking. So, let me apologize in advance; I’m sorry, angel.” Quinn’s fingers gripped into the sheets as his hips gyrated, plummeting even deeper

Zayd smiled down at the tray in his hand as he stood before his room, but that pleasant smile disappeared when he could scent out his mother and also hear her voice. He grabbed onto the knob, twisting it and pushing the door open. “Mom, I told yo~” His mouth hung open when he found Quinn hugged ag