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Lovers Destined by: HM
Chapter 1
Qhuinn stood on the terrace overlooking the crystal clear swimming pool wondering if he
could make a clean jump for it. From this angle he would probably just hit the pavement.
"Fuck," he whispered under his breath. Not one to ever cry, he felt the tears welling in his
eyes. The pain in his chest was becoming unbearable. The muted sounds of Blay and
Saxton coming from the bedroom could not escape his mind. It's all he had been hearing
over and over in his head for the past week.
"The night sky is just beautiful out here, isn't it?"
Qhuinn squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his cousin's voice. "What the fuck do you
want?"
"Those are such harsh words to use with family, Qhuinn."
Qhuinn turned to glare at Saxton over his shoulder before bringing his eyes back to the
pool. Maybe throwing Saxton over the terrace was a better idea. The thought of it made
one side of his mouth curl up into a grin.
"Not sure why you are so upset with me. Here I thought you would be happy for Blay and
I."
"So what is it, official now or something?" Qhuinn snuck another glare Saxton's way. His
handsome, blonde cousin was leaning against the wall with a foot propped up behind him
looking like a young Hugh Hefner in his silk robe.
Saxton shrugged. "The words haven't actually been spoken, but this week has been
absolutely…pleasurable." The bile rose in the back of Qhuinn's throat. He swallowed
hard, pleading with himself not to lose it. "I know he's in love with you. Hell, the mention
of your name is almost off limits. But you see, Qhuinn, he'll come around soon enough.
He won't wait for you forever, now will he?"
Qhuinn turned around to face Saxton. He leaned his ass against the railing, folding his
arms across his broad chest. "Why would you want to be with him if he's in love with
someone else." What was he, a desperate motherfucker? The guy was good looking and
smart enough to have his pick at any male he wanted. Why did it have to be Blay?
Saxton chuckled. "Someone else? You can't even acknowledge that it's you. Now why
would I want to be with him if he's in love with you, Qhuinn? Well let's see…for the sex
of course." Saxton moaned. "He is quite lovely. That body of his is flawless."
Qhuinn dematerialized in front of Saxton, a hard forearm to his throat, his lip curling over
his fangs. "You listen to me, you son of bitch. If you hurt him, I will rip your fucking
head off."
"Protective, aren't we Qhuinn? I wasn't under the impression that the red tear drop you
wear on your face was for Blaylock and I sure as hell do not smell your bonding scent on
his skin when we fuck."
Qhuinn dug deeper into Saxton's throat with his forearm. "You God damn piece of shit.
I'm going to kill you." And he wanted to. He wanted to grab him by his pretty boy, silk
robe and throw him over the ledge. He wanted to look over and see the puddle of blood
under his body after his skull was crushed against the pavement.
Saxton brought his hands up to Qhuinn's arm, attempting to push him away. "Easy now
cousin. You and I both know you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want to hurt Blay, now
would you? Saxton's fingers tapped against Qhuinn's chest. "Not even you could find it in
that small, empty heart of yours to do that to him." Qhuinn growled. "I'm not afraid of
you, Qhuinn. Now let go of me. I'm sure Blay will be looking for me shortly."
Qhuinn kept the pressure on Saxton's throat for a few more seconds while his
mismatched eyes moved over Saxton's perfect face. Suddenly remembering how
unworthy he was of Blay's love, he let go and allowed his heavy shitkickers to lead him
back to the edge of the terrace. He placed his large hands on the railing to hold himself
steady.
"Well I better get going, it was so nice catching up with you, Qhuinn."
Once he heard the door shut behind him, Qhuinn turned around and let his back drag
down the railing until he was sitting on his ass with his knees to his chest. His long
fingers weaved through his disheveled black hair. If he had such a small, empty heart,
then why did he feel like he had a bulldozer sitting on his chest? Why did it hurt so
fucking bad?
Chapter 2
Blaylock stood in front of the bathroom mirror slowly buttoning his pale blue collared
shirt. He tried to focus only on the buttons, but his mind was elsewhere. This week was
supposed to help him move on and forget about Qhuinn, but in reality it had done the
exact opposite. He had always imagined his first time to be wonderful and with someone
he loved, he had always imagined it to be with Qhuinn. All this effort he was putting into
this potential relationship with Saxton was pointless. He had never really been with
Saxton because Qhuinn was the one on his mind every single time. It was Qhuinn's hands
running across his chest and down his abdomen, it was Qhuinn's long, slender fingers
gripping his dick and it was Qhuinn's beautiful mouth taking him all in. Just thinking
about it now had his cock pressing against the zipper of his pinstriped pants. He looked at
his face in the mirror. What the hell was he thinking? Qhuinn didn't want him so why was
he pretending it to be true. A sudden knock at the door grabbed his attention away from
his internal conversation. "Yeah," he called out. He assumed Saxton was either ready for
their date or ready for round two of the day, neither of which he was ready for.
He heard the heavy footsteps across his bedroom. It wasn't Saxton's reflection that
appeared in the mirror behind him. It was the most beautiful creation he had ever seen.
Those gorgeous mismatched eyes locked on his through the mirror as Qhuinn leaned in
the bathroom doorway. "Where're you going?"
Blay had to clear his throat in order to speak. No matter how many times he looked at
Qhuinn, the guy always took his breath away. It didn't help that he was standing there
without his shirt on. "Dinner," he replied.
"With Sax?" Blay nodded. "Not going to that homophobe cigar bar, are you?"
"Why do you care?" He tried to pull his eyes away from Qhuinn, but couldn't manage to
do so. By now, his gaze was running across his broad chest, his perfect abs and down to
the v-shaped pelvic muscle peeping out above the dark, designer jeans that rested low on
his hips. God, those hips; he wanted to grab on to those hips.
"You know I care, Blay."
"Not really," Blay mumbled under his breath, placing his hands on the counter in front of
him.
Qhuinn folded his arms across his chest. It was something he did when he was nervous.
Blay had watched him for so long that he was able to pick up on all of his gestures. "Well
I do care and besides that, I need to know if I should be ready to take down some more
bastard humans tonight."
"That won't be necessary." He finally let his eyes pull away from Qhuinn. "We're just
going to have dinner." The silence between them lasted for so long that Blay had to look
up and see if Qhuinn had left. "Is there something else that you needed because I should
probably finish getting ready?"
Qhuinn uncrossed his arms and started walking towards Blay, closing the distance
between them in two wide strides. His strong hands came down on Blay's shoulders
causing him to stop breathing. "Blay," he whispered. Qhuinn buried his face between
Blay's shoulder blades while his hands slid from his shoulders all the way down his
bulging biceps, his tense forearms and finally stopping softly on top of his hands that
were resting on the counter. "I just needed to see you."
Qhuinn dropped his hold on Blay and backed up towards the door. Blay was staring at
him through the mirror in complete shock. "If you run into any trouble, you know how to
reach me. I'll be there in a split second." Qhuinn turned and walked out of the room.
It took Blay a moment to get his breathing back to normal before he turned and walked
into his bedroom. He stood staring at the door while he unbuttoned his pants to tuck in his
shirt, perhaps hoping Qhuinn would walk back in. He jumped when he heard another
knock at the door. "Come in." He could barely speak the words.
The door opened slightly. "Hello handsome, are you ready?" To his disappointment it
was only Saxton looking as dapper as ever in his black suit.
"Yeah, just need to grab my shoes. I'll be down in a second."
"Ok, I'll be waiting in the foyer." Saxton closed the door behind him.
Both of Blay's hands went to his red hair, feeling like blazing fire beneath his fingers.
"Fuck, I need a smoke."
Chapter 3
The smell of Blay, his cologne, was still burning in Qhuinn's nose. He made a beeline for
the kitchen when he saw Saxton standing in the foyer almost taking Mary down in the
process. Rhage's shellan was standing near the kitchen entrance when he threw the door
open. "Mary, did I hurt you?" The last thing he needed right now was to be on
Hollywood's shit list. That big motherfucker wouldn't think twice about taking him down.
"I'm fine, Qhuinn. You startled me more than anything. Are you ok? You seem tense?"
Of course she would be more worried about him. Qhuinn nodded, and then took a seat at
the bar. Mary made her way to the refrigerator. "Are you hungry?"
He was starving. "I'm good." With all the food that Mary pulled out of the fridge, there
was no doubt she was preparing a meal for her hellren. He wouldn't interfere with that.
"I'm just going to grab an apple."
Mary quickly glanced up at Qhuinn and turned towards him. "An apple? I will not allow
you to have just an apple as your meal." She wouldn't allow him? He suppressed a smile.
He turned his head to watch her walk out of the kitchen towards the billiard's room. She
came back in holding a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of him. Her small hand
touched his bare back. "Here you go. You should stay awhile. I could use the company."
"Thanks." Qhuinn didn't understand why she was being so nice to him or why the hell she
would want his company. In general, she was probably the nicest person in the house, but
he hadn't had too much contact with her. Her and John were close and when he was
hanging with his buddy, he'd sometimes run across Mary. Come to think of it, he wasn't
sure if he'd ever had a real conversation with her. He took a swig of his Jack Daniel's.
"So, are you staying in tonight?"
He shrugged. "Looks like it." He hadn't intended for it to sound sarcastic, but it did. "I
mean John and Xhex are still enjoying their honeymoon."
She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Ah, I see. I'm so happy for John." She placed the
lid on the large pot after she stirred whatever it was she had brewing inside, turned
around and leaned on the bar across from Qhuinn. "It's very admirable what you do,
Qhuinn, putting your life on the line for John. The Brotherhood speaks very highly of
you."
"You give me too much credit. It's not like I have much of a choice. I'm just a reject with
a defect." Qhuinn swallowed the last of his whiskey.
"Qhuinn, that is not true." She was human, she couldn't possibly understand. Honestly, he
was not in the mood for the therapy session. Qhuinn placed one foot on the ground to get
up before Mary started speaking again. She looked to the ceiling with a smile on her face.
"I still remember the first time I met Rhage." She giggled. "He walks in the restaurant and
tells me he's there to see me. I knew there had to be some sort of a mistake. This
unbelievably handsome man would never want anything to do with a plain Jane like me."
Qhuinn really looked at Mary. She was such a simple beauty, but she was a far cry from
being labeled a plain Jane. "Anyway, long story short, he refused to take no for any
answer." Her eyes met Qhuinn's. "I always thought of myself as an ugly duckling until
Rhage touched me for the first time. He made me feel beautiful inside and out. It's
amazing how love can completely change your life, can completely change how you view
yourself."
Mary's hand stretched across the counter top. She softly placed it on top of Qhuinn's and
stared into his eyes. "Your eyes are very beautiful, Qhuinn. They are not a defect at all.
They are what make you unique. Your loyalty to John and the Brotherhood, that makes
you very honorable. You are certainly not a reject; you are a male of worth."
Mary's kindness was off the charts, but she clearly believed a lie. He was called a lot of
things, but male of worth would never be something he would live up to. He was thankful
when she released his hand and went back to cooking. "I'm honored that you offered,
Mary, but I'm not really hungry." He stood and walked towards the door. He paused and
faced her. "Thank you," he said. She flashed a kind smile. "For the drink." He turned and
pushed the door open.
"Qhuinn?" He looked over his shoulder. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'll be happy
to listen."

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