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Wrapping his arm around me, he murmurs, “Everything okay?”
Leaning into him, I hold on to his waist, earning a critical side-eye from Wella.
“Peachy,” I reply, introducing them and they size each other up. I hide a snort, feeling like the object of affection they’re both willing to fight over. “We should probably head back,” I add, looking up at Craven and his jaw loosens from relief.
“Not yet,” Wella insists, “the Meadow Elves are throwing a party tonight. You two should totally come. I’m sure everyone would love to see the legendary Lake Dragon in person.”
Pinching my lip, I glance at Craven. That does sound like fun. Meadow Elves are famous for having the best parties that sometimes go on for days. Besides, it would be good for Craven to join the community more.
“Will men be there?” Craven grits.
“Yeah...duh,” Wella mutters and Craven tightens his grip around me.
“Then we’re not going,” Craven clips. “Kylie, say goodbye to your friend. We’re leaving.”
“You can’t tell her what to do,” Wella protests but I shut her up with a glance.
Craven’s eyes glaze and drops of perspiration glimmer on his skin. His temperature rises so much, I can’t hold on to him anymore and this heat doesn’t feel good. It scorches as if something is torturing him. Apparently it’s the thought of me surrounded by other men.
I swallow and suspicions rise in me again. “Wella, it’s fine,” I pull her in for a quick hug, “I’ll see you later.”
Taking Craven’s hand, I give it a squeeze to let him know that I’m ready to leave, and that he doesn’t have anything to worry about.
I’m his.
7.
Craven
Once home, I walk straight over to the liquor cabinet and pour myself a drink.
I almost didn’t last all the way, wanting to land in the middle of nowhere just so I could mate with Kylie.
She’s angry at me, not that she has said anything but I can tell from how quiet she is. The whole ride home, she didn’t say a single word and usually she’s pretty chatty.
Glancing at her from the corner of my eye, I murmur, “Do you want a drink?”
Kylie screws her nose up and lies down on the leather couch. “Never liked the taste of liquor.”
I nod, slowly sipping on mine and lean against the windowsill.
I’m mad at myself for making her angry. I had planned on mating with her tonight but there’s no way she’ll welcome me into her little body after what I just did. I gave her an order, in front of her own kind and Valkyries are soft, graceful creatures.
Unlike Draugar’s...
Reaching for the remote, Kylie starts zipping through the channels but she can’t find anything interesting. She seems restless, shifting and fidgeting, until she finally turns over on her stomach and puts her head on the armrest.
My cock throbs in my pants, urging me to conquer her.
I’ve fantasized about what it would feel like and ever since I tasted her, I’ve been a slave to more.
I can still scent the sweet smell of her and my lids flutter, my hand clutching around the glass. I watch her intently and I’m not sure if she’s aware of it but her dress has slid up and I can see the small triangle of lace between her thighs. .
Inwardly I groan, blinking.
I need that girl so bad, I almost can’t hold back anymore. She has turned on a horror flick and each time there’s a jump scare, she flinches and her breasts bounce. They’re pushed up due to the corset, spilling over and begging for devotion. I slide my tongue over my teeth.
Hungering.
