Chapter 22 Twenty One

Chapter 22 Twenty One
Chapter TwentyOne

Soleil
It's official.
Quillon's naked body was a distraction. Not only could I feel his skin that seemed to be oozing with steam from how warm he was, but he also distracted me by simply making me feel comfortable.
Way, way, too comfortable.
And it's bothering me so much! Both his warmth and me feeling comfortable with it!
I adjusted my body for the nth time, groaning frustratingly every time. My butt grazed on something or somewhere, which surely was a part of Quillon's body.
Quillon's groan sounded like a warning before a hiss came out of his mouth.
"Can you stay still?" He sighed heavily. "Please." He added like he only remembered to be a bit more polite.
"I can't help it! I'm not comfortable, okay?"
Lie. I'm too comfortable its making me uncomfortable.
Arghh!
"Let me know if you're not ready to sleep yet, Soleil. We can not sleep."
I rolled my eyes.
"But we need to charge you! Charger here, remember?" I said in a voice laced with frustration. "I don't wanna walk around and wait until sleep comes to me and then spend more time tomorrow just to charge your wolf thingy." I rolled my eyes.
He went silent for a moment and I tapped my hand on the bed. Was he asleep?
"Are your lights out already?" I asked in a careful tone.
"No." He responded in an even lower voice that gave me goosebumps. I had to close my eyes tight. "I was thinking. We can stay awake, stay still and talk. That way, you won't need to walk around, and you'll stay close to me, which will continue my, uh, charging."
My eyes opened and lit up. "That's a great idea! And after our talk, or in the middle of it, I'll eventually fall asleep."
He chuckled. "Yeah..."
"Alright. Start then." I shifted on the bed again, still on my side, and my butt grazed his body.
He groaned. "You forgot the part to stay still." Then he sighed, his breath fanned on my nape. "What do you want to talk about?"
I pursed my lips and think, also trying my best not to move.
"Why are they calling you 'Kill' if it's not because you massacred the Otens Pack?"
"Really, woman? That's your intro to this conversation? My life?"
I shrugged. "I'm intrigued. Once I get curious about something, it claws on the back of my head and I won't be able to forget about it."
"Like a cat. Haven't you heard the saying about the curious cats?"
I snorted. "I don't really care about the Felidae sayings, I'm a Canidae descendant. So, unless you got sayings related to our ascendants, then hit me with it."
"Right."
I think he was rolling his eyes at how he sounded. I grinned.
"So? Tell me, Kill."
"Stop calling me that, princess."
"Only if I don't hear you calling me princess, Kill."
He grunted but didn't agree. So he would keep calling me that nickname, huh?
"My uncle, Uncle Seth, started calling me Kill when I was a child. The exact age? I don't know."
"Ah-huh. And why did he call you that?"
"Beats me," He shrugged. "I don't know the origin of the nickname but my father told me it was because I almost killed Uncle Seth once."
My eyes widened and I couldn't stop my body as it turned and now I was lying on my back and my face was turned to look at him.
"What?! You almost murdered your uncle? How?!"
"Murdered? Psh." He rolled on his back and looked at the tent ceiling. "It was unintentional. An accident. I was told my Uncle couldn't speak coherently, and that when Dad asked what happened, he just mumbled 'Kill, Kill' because he couldn't complete saying my name. I guess he couldn't breathe properly back then and he thought it was funny even when he almost died. Afterwards, he started calling me Kill, but I don't really remember any of that. I just heard about it."
My eyes squinted at him. "How could you possibly unintentionally-almost-kill your uncle so that he can't breathe?"
Quillon went silent but in the end, he only shrugged.
I groaned. "Bummer. That only leaves more questions in my head." I sighed and looked at the ceiling, too. "Kat made it sound like a great secret or something interesting that I was so hooked. So the reason she kept saying to ask you was because she doesn't know the whole story, huh?"
"Maybe."
"And you don't know it, too."
"Yeah..."
I tried thinking about any solution to feed my curiousity but knowing that Quillon's parents were abducted and held, I know there's no way we could talk to his father.
"Maybe your Uncle Seth could answer us. Can you call him? Do you have his number?"
I heard his jaw clenching and I turned my head and watched as his face was shadowed with something... Dark.
"I can't."
"Why? You don't have his number on your burner phone?"
"No... I have it."
"See? There's hope of finding out the origin of your alias! We should call him! Oh, not now, of course. But maybe tomorrow when the sun is up?"
Quillon closed his eyes for a second, and his breathing tells me he was trying to calm down.
Am I irritating him again?
I pursed my lips and shut my mouth.
Without opening his eyes, he turned to his side, and his face leveled in mine in this position.
Then he opened his eyes and met mine. What I see in it... was sadness.
A deep, black pit of sadness.
"W-Well?" I try to smile but my lips tremble. I know I shouldn't pry more about the topic but I... I don't know what else to say.
"We can't call him... He won't answer."
My eyes widened because I knew what he meant. I know why his eyes were suddenly full of sadness and why his face darkened.
"He won't ever answer again, princess."
The way his small smile was plastered with those sad eyes made my eyes water.
He lost his uncle...
And it was hurting him.
To have someone who would never answer the phone or would just be there... He lost that.
And I don't know what to say.
I didn't cry; my eyes teared up but I looked up to the ceiling to stop it from falling.
Dealing with any kind of loss wasn't my greatest talent. I should be graded zero for that part, I know. But even when I wanted to say something to him right now, I just didn't have the right words.
I could feel Quillon's gaze boring a hole in my face but I didn't say more about his uncle or his alias.
"Sleepy now?" He asked in a soft voice and I closed my eyes, hurting even more for him.
I know the topic was closed but I'm far from being sleepy.
And I couldn't lie about it.
I don't think it's right to lie to Quillon right now. Fuck, I'm sympathizing with him.
"Not yet."
"Hmm. Anything else you'd like to talk about?"
I do. I have one thing that bugs me since this morning. And maybe it's the right time to talk about it.
"What happened with you this morning?" I asked in a whisper.
Quillon was still facing me and even though he was looking at the side of my face, I could still see him in my peripheral vision.
His image was so clear, I feel like I'm facing him, too.
"I don't know. I got drained, maybe."
"And your first instinct was to claim me?"
He snorted but paused before speaking. "I wasn't trying to claim you. I'm not your mate, Soleil. As I said, I was only drained."
I frowned and looked down at our bodies, which were not even touching. Weird was what I felt seeing us so close yet too far.
"Why aren't you close to me?"
He stilled. "What?"
I rolled my eyes. "You said you were drained, so wrap your big arms around me and have your fill! I don't want to waste our time together, so charge yourself." I huffed, turned my head to the side and closed my eyes tightly.
I'm officially insane! I don't know why I suddenly felt a craving to have him near me, spoon me, or hug me. Anything but just be near me.
Damn, I'm losing my mind.
"Alright..." He drawled and my eyes fluttered open and my teeth bit my lower lip when his arm snaked on my waist.
I opened my eyes to look at his arm above my stomach and I hated how relieved I felt.
The fuck?
I groaned and tried focusing by looking straight at the ceiling.
"What if you did bite my claim spot? Do you know what'll happen?" I asked when the thought came back again.
"I don't know. Stop thinking about it, I didn't bite you."
"Doesn't mean I could stop thinking what ifs."
"It also doesn't help thinking about what ifs."
"But what if--" My words were cut when Quillon buried his face on my neck. His nose and lips were grazing on my skin and I'd be lying if I didn't feel anything.
His arm on my waist tightened and I was pulled closer to his body. I feel like he treated me like a body pillow; I couldn't move. Or breathe.
"Uh..." I tried to break the ice--or fire, fuck I'm getting hot, but I don't know what to say.
I'm nervous, my heart was pounding hard in my chest and I bet he could hear it. And yet, I was lost for words that could help me get out of whatever this is.
"Your heart is beating like crazy." He said and I'm not sure if he was trying to tease me because his voice was low and serious.
"I-I had too much coffee."
He chuckled and buried his head on my neck even more.
We stayed silent for a moment.
My breathing was too loud, its all I could hear.
I felt his thumb draw circles on my side and it tickles but not in a way that would make me laugh.
It tickles in a way that makes a pool in between my legs.
I'm so turned on, it's embarrassing.
His hand moved a little and now his fingers were just below my boob.
The moan that escaped my lips wasn't intentional. I'd gladly swallow it back if I could but it came out and Quillon already heard it.
"You always make it hard for me to control myself." Was what he said before his lips nipped on my neck, planting a hard kiss on my flesh.
I moaned even more.
I'm burning. Arousal had taken me over and I pushed myself closer to his body and when I did, his manhood pressed on the side of my thigh.
Oh boy, it's so hard and huge.
Quillon groaned and his hips moved, grinding his hardness on me. My cheeks felt flushed, and I don't know how his movement could make me feel good.
His lips opened up and now he sucked on my neck, his teeth nibbled playfully and then he would suck the same spot.
My thighs were clenching so hard, trying to ease the arousal building between them.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more.
I groaned frustratingly and Quillon seemed to know what I wanted and needed.
He shifted, placed his elbow to the side, and his hooded eyes watched me.
Whatever I feel, he feels it, too. It was clear in his face, and I'm afraid I mirrored the same expression.
"I got you, princess..." He whispered before his lips crushed on mine. The kiss was rough, needy, claiming.
His hand on my stomach travelled south, his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my pants and underwear.
Warmth. His hand was so warm that when he found my wet slit, I shivered.
I don't know how we ended up like this but everything feels so fucking good, it blurred how wrong this is.
His mouth continued to devour me and when his fingers found my aching mound, he pulled back enough to witness how my face contorted with pleasure.
"You need this, Soleil. The scent of your arousal was too strong; it begs for me to make you cum."
His fingers moved frantically and I held on to his arm, not stopping it.
"Quillon..." I moaned his name and my eyes rolled to the back of my skull when his fingers pinched my clit and rubbed the slight pain away. "Fuck..."
Quillon groaned and he kissed me again. Harder.
"That's right, come for me. Now, Soleil."
It only took two more rubs and his command that helped me reach my climax. I bit on his shoulder, my screams muffled but heard. Heard by him.
His fingers rubbed a few more, driving my high off, which I'm not sure if it worked because I was even more turned on.
Tired but turned on.
Quillon kneeled on the bed. His eyes gazed on my body, drinking me in.
He placed his fingers on his mouth, not taking his eyes off me as he sucked on the fingers that made me see stars.
"Taste so fucking goo--"
Suddenly, he was on his feet. Standing in the middle of the tent.
I sat up, baffled. He looked alert at something, but I couldn't sense any danger around.
"W-What's wrong?"
"Fuck! Stay here!" He said, grabbed his shirt and ran out of his tent.
My jaw dropped.
What the actual fuck?
Did he just make me come and leave?!