Chapter 14: Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Soleil

"I, uh..." I cleared my throat. "About what?"

I'm panicking. Him being close was already making me feel uneasy, and now he wanted to talk?

Ugh.

Quillon sighed heavily behind me. The hairs on my nape stood when a groan followed his sigh.

Damn. Why was he having this kind of effect on me?

'Maybe because you saw him--'

'Don't start with me, wolf!'

'Hmp. You asked!'

I growled inwardly. My wolf isn't helping at all. Now my head was filled with images of Quillon, standing in the middle of his tent, stroking his cock--fucking hell.

The image in my head was so filling!

"I wanted to apologize for--"

"There's nothing to apologize for!" I snapped, cutting off his words. "If that's what you wanted to talk about, then no talk for you--"

My words were cut off next when I felt his hands gripped my waist. "What-!" He pulled me up and my feet were in the air in an instant.

He just fucking hauled me up like I weigh nothing!

He put me down and now I'm standing with him behind me. His hands were still on my waist, gripping hard.

My breathing became faster, and my vision turned hazy.

I had to shut my eyes just to reboot, or else I'd get drowned with the warmth coming from his body.

The hell is this...

"We're talking," Quillon said with finality in his voice.

And what, he thinks I'll just obey? Huh!

I struggled against his hold, staggering forward when he finally let me go.

"I said I don't want to talk!" My irritation was on top of my head.

"We need to talk." He growled behind me but I didn't bother looking at him.

My hand rubbed harshly on my messed-up hair.

"I don't need to talk with you, Quillon."

He let out a raspy exhale. "But I need to," His voice was low and weak. "Talk to me, Soleil."

I wanted so badly to look at him but I fought it. His voice sounded like he was having a hard time or in pain.

Don't fucking fall for it.

"Turn around. Look at me."

Why does he always have that commanding tone?

"Let's talk this way. I don't want to look at you."

I stepped on the log to sit on it again but his hands held my arm.

"Don't sit."

I almost turned my head to look at him but stopped midway.

"What?"

"Don't sit down." He repeated.

"That doesn't make me understand why. Let me go."

"You didn't ask why."

"Would you tell me if I asked?"

I was only answered with silence and I sighed. I pulled my arm from his hold and he let me.

Ignoring his request, I slumped my butt down on the log. He let out a growl but didn't haul me up as he did.

"You won't like the answer, anyway." He suddenly spoke, which made me frown.

Why wouldn't I like his answer? I'm only sitting down for fuck's sake!

"Either talk or go away and entertain your visitors, Kill."

He groaned again, frustrated this time.

"Fine." He sighed. "I wanted to apologize for what you...witnessed. It wasn't meant for you to see and I...regret it."

I scoffed. The view in front of me didn't help me calm down a bit.

"You really should regret doing that. It's inappropriate." I hissed and shook my head when the image of him popped into my mind once again.

"No. I regret you'd have to see that." He corrected and I couldn't believe what I heard.

My jaw literally dropped and it was the last straw for me to look around and meet his eyes.

"What?" My voice came out in a whisper and I had to clear my throat, standing up on my feet and faced him. "What did you say?"

The way his gaze bore into me feels suffocating but the aftershock I had for what he said overpowered it.

He didn't regret masturbating with the thought of me. He only regretted that I saw him in the act.

His jaw clenched hard, and words seemed to fail him.

"You want to talk, right? Talk!" I sneered at him.

If the log wasn't on my feet between us, I might have stepped closer to face him even more.

"You heard me."

"And I want you to repeat what you fucking said, Kill."

"Don't call me that."

My teeth ground.

"Yeah? Your Kat can call you that nickname but I don't, huh?"

"She's not my Kat. And everyone calls me that, not just her. She's like a sister to me, Soleil. Nothing more."

"Didn't you think it's possible she could be your mate? She hasn't turned eighteen yet; she might be yours."

"That won't happen." His jaw clenched again. "She's not my mate."

I snorted and crossed my arms.

"And you're not my mate, too. So enlighten me..." I finally stepped over the log, closing the gap between us. He watched my every move like a hawk and I hated how I fucking liked it.

"Tell you what?" He whispered.

"Why don't you regret jerking off and moaning my name as you come?"

I swear, his jaw might break from how tight he clenched it, but I didn't stop.

"Why did you even do that, Quillon?"

He bent his head, his lips parted and a soft sigh came out of his mouth.

But he didn't speak.

I don't like it at all.

"You asked for this talk, so fucking talk or--"

He lifted his head and met my eyes, which made me stop talking. There's something in his gaze, something shivering but not scary.

More like... intimidating.

"Yes, I don't regret jerking off thinking about you." He stepped forward, and now there's no space between us. My chest brushed against his stomach with every breath I took.

I thought he would say anything more but his lips formed a flat line from how tightly he shut them.

I growled at him. "Why?"

Nothing.

"Why don't you regret it?"

Again, nothing came from him.

There's no way I'm getting out of here without any answers, damn it!

I took another small step, and now our bodies were touching; even air wouldn't go through between us.

"What were you thinking of me while doing it, huh?"

His nostrils flared and his gaze flamed.

That. Scared. Me.

He looked possessed. Like his head was swarming with every demon he had.

I was reminded of Kat's story about him killing a whole pack and I shivered.

My instincts never failed me and this time, it's saying I should stop and back off.

So I did.

Taking a step back, I chuckled and looked away.

"Never mind. I'm only kidding. Whatever you did, it's your business--"

"I'd rather show you." He said in a rasped voice and imprisoned my wrists with both his hands.

One second I was standing, the next I found myself lying flat on the grassed ground.

Quillon hovered over me, my arms up in the air, one of his hands clasping hard on both my wrists.

"Quillon..." I panicked.

"Yes, just like that. This is how I pictured you, Soleil. Under me, writhing, pleading... This is what made me cum hard all the time."

My eyes widened as my breath hitched.