The Dancer (Dark Side of the Moon #1)

Chapter Eleven

Quinn

I’ve been in Elias’s home for three days. He spends every spare moment he has with me. We eat breakfast together, cook dinner together, and watch cheesy horror movies for hours at night. We talk about everything and nothing, getting to know one another, and Elias works at building my trust in him every day.

We don’t have sex, but I constantly find myself on my back with his head buried between my thighs. After he eats me out, he paints my skin with his seed, making sure I carry his scent wherever I go.

I am quickly falling in love with him, wanting to spend more and more time with him. My body craves him, begs for him to fill me with his massive cock and stretch me with the knot I know he has waiting especially for me. The mating bond isn’t making anything easier.

The pull I know we already feel for each other simply amps up everything else we are feeling. Arousal, lust, affection, all of it multiplied and amplified to levels I can’t even start to explain.

Working my way from the room I have been using, I search the house, looking for Elias. When I don’t find him after a while, I assume he has gone to the office for a bit or is simply checking up on pack business. Making my way toward his bedroom, I just want to spend some time close to him, to be where his scent is the strongest.

I miss him.

Which is insane. I’ve barely known the man for a week, and already my heart is attached to him, my soul calls out to his, and I want to spend every moment with him.

Entering his room, I allow his scent to wash over me. The room is decorated with dark-stained wooden furniture. A thick brown rug is on the floor, and I scrunch my toes against the strands. His bed is a rumpled mess of sheets, pillows, and blankets in varying shades of gray.

Leaning down, I can’t help but inhale his earthy scent. It’s like a shot of heroin straight into my veins. My eyes roll back in my head, and I feel a rumble start deep in my chest. Falling into the heap of bedding, I rub myself in his scent, trying to get more of him on my skin even though he marked me with his cum just two hours ago.

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“Quinn.”

I hear Elias’s voice, but it sounds far off. My body is hot and tingly, my skin and muscles feel like they are too tight over my bones. I burrow deeper into the bedding, trying to find some comfort, any reprieve.

“Mate,” Elias says, placing his hand on my arm.

It feels like I’m on fire and frozen in ice simultaneously. His touch scalds my skin. And I take a swipe at him with elongated nails. This doesn’t seem right. I don’t want to hurt Elias. What the fuck is going on with me?

“I need you to listen to me,” he says softly, holding his hands up to show me he isn’t a threat. I know he isn’t. Why is everything so confusing? “You’re going into your heat. I hoped it would hold off until we were ready, but…”

My heat? This is because I’m no longer wearing my suppression patch.

His words trail off, and I try to focus on his features. He looks worried and a little sad. But that doesn’t make sense either.

“I need you to focus, Quinn. There are only two ways to do this. I leave, go to a cabin far away from here, and let you ride it out, hoping no other male breaks in to claim you as his own. Or you tell me you want me as your mate, and I help you through this. But if I help you, I will claim you, and you will be bound to me forever.”

“Elias,” I keen. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby. It hurts me too, but I promised I wouldn’t take this choice from you.”

“Please,” I beg, my body thrashing. “I want you, Elias.”

I already decided I wanted to move forward with our mating, I just hadn’t told him yet. I was planning on telling him tonight. My heat is just speeding everything up.

“Are you sure?” His voice is low, and the bright ring of amber is blazing in his gaze.

“I need you.”

I don’t need to tell him twice before he has me wrapped in his arms, pulling me against his chest and pressing his lips against mine. His heat and scent seep into my body, and I finally feel some of the pain ebb away.