She's Just Food

Bad Decision

Quincy-POV

“How many do each of these deserve for what you just did?” I asked, sliding my hands down her sides, caressing them over the curve of her hips. I spread my fingers over the tan pants covering her cheeks and squeezed hard, relishing the way they molded to my palms.

“I don’t think I deserve any; I did what I had to. You…you won’t punish me for doing what I had to do, will you?”

Amelia peered up, batting her long lashes. She rose on her tippy-toes and wrapped her slender arms around my neck as she playfully nibbled on her bottom lip. It was her flawlessly perfected, “forget everything and f**k me” look, and she knew it ignited a wild lust in both me and my wolf, Ira.

“Nice try,” I chuckled, tucking a stray wisp of auburn hair behind her ear. “As much as I adore those f**k me eyes, you broke the rule, love—the only rule. That deserves punishment before pleasure.”

Her head tilted back with a whiny moan, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. My d**k jumped hard in the confines of my jeans, causing my grip on her cheeks to tighten, and Ira’s growl echoed in my head, a sign that he was at his wits-end.

I leaned forward and ran my nose up the curve of her neck, inhaling her mouthwatering scent of morning rain and honeysuckle, hovering my lips over her ear.

“I want you on the bed, Amelia. On your knees, with this ass in the air, and your face in the sheets. Understand?”

She nodded her head up and down, no argument leaving her sweet lips.

“Good girl. Go,” I ordered as I released my grip, swatting at her ass as she turned to bounce away. It was a beautiful sight--luscious, like a juicy piece of fruit that enticed you to take a bite.

“Amelia,” I called as she approached the bed, stopping her in her tracks.

“Pants off. Leave the panties on.”

She obeyed, nodding her head as she slowly popped the button on the front of her pants. She wiggled her hips from side to side, sliding them down, and her red panties nearly rolled down with them.

I gripped my c**k through my jeans, squeezing it as she bent forward to slide them off each foot, and the memories of our past flooded my mind.

She’d been my obsession for over eight years, ever since she’d spotted me that day in the market. I’d fled from the Moonlight kingdom terrified and alone, only a day after my pack was annihilated. The ambush that day took everyone from me, but the goddess blessed me with my guardian angel shortly after.

My old bed squeaked as Amelia climbed on top. She crawled until she reached the center of the bed and leaned forward, pressing the side of her face against the quilt as I’d instructed. Her small fist gripped the quilt near each of her shoulders, clutching it tightly, and then the minx smirked as she found my gaze.

“Is this how you want me?”

Ira snarled in my mind like a rabid beast, propelling my feet towards the bed. I pulled my tank over my head and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop to the floor. Kicking them off, I climbed on the bed, positioning myself behind my naughty minx. I slowly stroked my c**k with one hand while the other skimmed up the back of her porcelain thigh and over the curve of her ass.

“How many, Amelia?” I asked again, tracing my fingertips over the outer lace of her panties before pulling the edges into the crack of her ass. “How many for breaking the golden rule?”

“Five,” she said boldly.

I chuckled, raising my right hand. “So ten in total?”

“No! Five in total!”

I sucked my teeth against my tongue and shook my head as I brought my hand down on her right cheek. Her body jolted forward, and her head bowed back as she whimpered.

"Quincy..."

“Count,” I ordered.

“One.”

I raised my hand again and brought it down on the same spot, grinning as I watched it connect.

“Two.”

I rubbed my palm over the pink print as I watched it form, right before I brought the next three down in rapid succession directly on top of it.

“Three… Four… Fivvve,” she groaned out, clutching the quilt tighter.

I leaned forward, biting the center of my handprint as my fingers skillfully freed her hair from its band. Amelia hated her hair and claimed it was frizzy, which was why it was always pulled back. With a firm grip, I fisted a handful of her thick hair, pulling her upper body up off the bed until her back was flush with my chest.

I found the hem on the front of her worn white t-shirt and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the bed. She molded her back to my chest again like our skin was magnetized, and I wrapped my arm around her body, kneading her breast as I tucked my face into the crook of her neck. I nuzzled my nose in her hair and inhaled deeply, getting lost in her scent.

She was my high—a f*****g addiction—one I never wanted to be cured of. It all started the day she found me in the market and asked her mother, Julia, if I could come back to their home for dinner and a wash. I’d been attached to her before I received Ira the following year on my sixteenth birthday, and after she helped us through our first shift, we were sure that she was our fated mate.

But we were wrong.

“Quincy please…” she begged, breaking my spiral down memory lane.

I moved her hair and sucked on the spot that should’ve borne our mark, clinching the flesh between my teeth. I promised Amelia on the night of my first shift that I would wait for her; promised her, I would stay in Nocturnia and wait for her eighteenth birthday.

After five years of waiting, it turned out to be a day of heartbreak for both of us. Even Ira went silent for weeks afterward, sulking and distraught that she wasn’t his true mate. I convinced him to come forward again by suggesting that we still claim Amelia as our chosen, and he immediately agreed. But she did not.

“Quincy, please…” she begged again, reaching over her shoulder to hold the nape of my neck, “please f**k me.”

I let go of her hair and neck before planting a kiss on her cheek, nudging her downward. “Oh, I’m going to f**k you, love; after you finish taking your punishment.”

She resumed her exact position and wiggled her hips like the tease she was.

“You smell so f*****g delicious, Amelia,” I mumbled as I buried my face in her folds, running my tongue up the wet strip of fabric that covered her lower lips. “Five more, and then you're going to ride my face.”

“Hurry! Oh, please hurry!”

Just as I raised my hand to continue her punishment, a thunderous knock sounded from the front door of my den, rattling the single window in my small bedroom.

“Q! Quincy?! Are you in there? It’s Vik!” Viktor Blackfoot bellowed from outside, still pounding on the door. “The vein drain gang is on the hunt, and I’m pretty sure they’re looking for Amelia! The bloodsucker that does check-in for donation is with them!”

I jumped off the bed faster than lightning, snatching my jeans off the floor. I picked up my tank, as well as Amelia’s pants, and tossed them to her on the bed.

“I f*****g told you, Amelia. I told you not to f*****g donate, but you just couldn’t listen,” I barked, fumbling to get my pants on. “You’ve never been allowed to donate for a f*****g reason, and I guess now we’re about to find out what that is.”

She threw her shirt over her head as she scrambled off the bed in a panic.

“I’ve got to get home. I’ve got to get back to Aggie; Quin, she’s sick! I’ve got to get home!”

I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers with hers, pulling her out of my bedroom and towards the front door. We slipped our feet into our slides, and I cracked the door, poking my head through the small opening.

“Coast is clear. Let’s go!”

We jogged down the alleyway towards the main street before skidding to a stop at the end, peeking around each wall to watch the surroundings.

“I don’t see any vamps. Do you?” she whispered.

“No, it looks clear,” I replied, pulling her close to me, hovering my lips over hers. “Let’s go before they come this way. Don’t run, but keep up with me, okay?”

“Okay, and I’m sorry, Quin. I should have listened to you. I never listen, and you always have to get me out of trouble, or protect me, or rescue me, and I’m sorry.”

Her rambling apology struck my heart like one of cupid’s arrows and I gripped the back of her head before smashing my lips against hers. The kiss was like gasoline, and it ignited a wild inferno inside my chest. Ira whined like a pup as I pulled back, staring into her hazel eyes.

“I love you, Amelia Valentine--we love you. We would do anything for you—anything to protect you,” I confessed again, praying she would see the truth.

She had never returned the term of endearment, and we had never pushed her. I knew she was holding back because she wanted what was best for us, and she claimed that it was us finding our fated mate.

But she was wrong. We would always choose her—no matter what.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Quinn. And you too, Ira. You both mean everything to me.”

I pecked her lips once more and stepped into the street, pulling her behind me. We hastened our steps through the market toward Aggie’s cottage in the woods, and as we turned the corner at the end of the street to take the path, we ran straight into the vein drain gang.

I didn’t stop the growl that left my lips and fur instantly rose on my arms. I stepped in front of Amelia and pulled her in with one arm, tucking her close to my back.

“Let us pass. We’re not breaking any laws,” I said through gritted teeth, fighting Ira with all my strength. He wanted to shift—to rip the bloodsuckers to shreds.

“That’s her! She was the last one there—the last one to donate! I knew she smelled funny!” The hideous bastard sang, spilling his guts to keep from having his guts spilled.

“Take her.” The one in the middle ordered all the figures cloaked in heavy, hooded black robes.

“Run, Amelia!” I yelled, pushing her to go back the way we had come as they fanned out around us. In an instant, I shifted and gave Ira full control.

Their leader watched as the first one approached, and like a fool, he extended his arm as if he was attempting to punch us in the snout. Ira sank his teeth into the cold flesh of his forearm and yanked it down, detaching it at the elbow. He dropped the arm as the bloodsucker’s screams rattled our eardrums, and I realized it was actually a female.

Her hood fell back, and tears of red blood streaked down her pale face as she held onto her exposed elbow. The other three bloodsuckers all attacked at once. Ira latched on to a male’s neck and rocked his head, snapping the bloodsucker’s spine with ease. Just as he lunged for the second, we heard Amelia scream, and spun around to find her. Their leader had one hand wrapped around her throat, and the other fisted a handful of her hair.

“Shift back,” he ordered, like he was the alpha here.

Ira reluctantly obeyed his order, only for Amelia’s sake, and I shifted back to my human form. The moment I stood on two feet, I was attacked from behind with a series of punches to my body and a forceful kick to the back of the head that brought me to my knees. They rained their fists down on my face until I toppled over, and I didn’t even fight back/ We would never put Amelia’s life at risk.

As my bloody face hit the dirt, they continued kicking me and Ira whined as he retreated to the back of my mind to save his energy for our healing. The pain instantly intensified as one of my ribs cracked and then another.

“STOP! STOP! I’LL GO! JUST STOP KICKING HIM!” Amelia wailed through her sobs.

And those pitiful sobs were the last thing I heard before a boot connected with my right temple and everything around me faded into darkness.