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I can hear him slowly licking the rest of his fingers, moaning as he goes from one to the next. The sound of his deep moans makes my pussy pulse, and just like that, I’m wet again. Gods, I want him to keep going.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth and possibly say something incredibly stupid, he lets go of me. I immediately spin around, but he’s already gone. How did he get out of here so fast? No human could be that quick. I’m starting to think I really did see gray skin.
I’m still panting, and I know that I need to get my shit together and get out of these woods before someone sees me, or worse, the potential dark elf comes back.
Not willing to stay here for another second, I start running back in the direction that I came from, but once I start tripping over twigs and rocks, I slow to a walk. I’m obviously in no condition to be running right now.
I take a deep breath and continue to walk back home. As I walk, my traitorous brain starts thinking about what just happened. The way his hands felt on me, the way his fingers felt inside of me, the way he said my name.
Wait. How does he know my name? Has this guy really been following me around enough to know my name? The fact that I’m so turned on right now that I don’t even care about that is worrisome.
One would think that after such a magnificent orgasm as that, I would be satisfied, but apparently, I’m not. I need more, and I need it so badly that if I had just a fraction less control over myself, I would turn back around right now and try to track him down in the woods.
No, I wouldn’t. Icouldn’t. If he’s a dark elf, then I canneversee him again, for about a thousand different reasons. And if a dark elf has taken this much interest in me, then maybe I need to consider somehow getting off of this continent. Or at least getting somewhere far, far away where he can never find me.
Who am I kidding? He would probably find me regardless. I’ve heard that dark elves are ruthless hunters when they want something. The question is, why does he wantme? No one has ever wanted me. In fact, no one has ever even noticed me.
I mean, sure, I’ve had sex before. But it’s not like humans are that picky with who they sleep with. Not when any one of us could be dead tomorrow.
Why did I have to catch that glimpse of his skin? Why does he have to be completely off-limits? It’s not fair. None of this is fair.
As I near my dorm, I realize that I probably look like a mess. I know for a fact that my hair is beyond fucked, and as I look down, I see that my clothes are, too. Hopefully, I don’t run into any humans on the way to my room, because they willdefinitelyquestion me, and it won’t end well.
At the thought, I walk a little faster, and as my breathing picks up again, I realize that my throat hurtsbad. Fuck, I hope I’m not bruised from where he held me by what felt like a bow. I’ll have to find a way to cover that up if I am.
Finally, I reach my room. I’m ready to just pass the fuck out, but when I open my door, I see Riya, standing there with her arms crossed. She immediately opens her mouth to say something but stops as her eyes lock on my neck and widen.
“What the fuck is that?” she demands.
“What are you talking about?”
“That, on your neck.” She points.
Fuck, he did bruise me. This is not good. But as I reach for my throat, I feel something. Oh, fuck… it’s the collar, it has to be. He fucking put it on me when he first grabbed me. That’s what that pressure was. This really could not get any worse.
“What are you doing here?” I deflect.
“I was worried when you didn’t come home by the usual time, and you didn’t mention anything earlier about going anywhere. With the rise in human deaths lately, I thought something might have happened to you.”
By the shine of her eyes and the tension between her brows, I can tell she means it. She really was worried about me.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you I planned on taking a walk today.”
“Brielle, even without everything going on these days, you still need to be careful. You can’t be naïve about this. It isn’t safe for us out there.”
“I know it isn’t. Trust me, I’m always aware of my surroundings. I was with a friend.”
“A friend? Is that who gave you that?” She points to my neck again.
“Yes.”
“What friend? Do I know them?”
“I’m not ready to share that yet.”
“You’ve never been this secretive before.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to keep secrets from you. I’m really not. It’s just – I think this thing I have going might be real, and I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it too soon,” I lie. “It’s like you said, tomorrow isn’t promised for us. So I don’t want to talk about it just for them to die the next day.”
