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She nods, and it seems like my lie satisfied her, because her shoulders relax and her face becomes less tense.
“Okay, well, I’m glad that you’re okay. I was really worried. Just tell me next time you know you’re not going to come home. I don’t want to think you’re dead every time. I care about you, Brielle.”
“I know, Riya, I care about you, too. I’m really sorry.”
She nods again and gives me a soft smile before leaving my room. I sigh in relief that she didn’t question me more because I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve kept the lie going. Especially not when I can’t stop thinking about how he put the fucking collar around my neck.
Now that I’m alone, I let my hands explore my neck. Yep, it’s definitely the same one that was pinned to the tree. Wow, he really refused to take no for an answer. How possessive can this man be?
I slide my fingers to the back of it, searching for some kind of clasp, but there isn’t one. I become more frantic, searching. Surely there’s a way to get this thing off of me.
Minutes later, I’m still clutching at my neck, and I’m practically hyperventilating. The tightness of this thing is definitely not helping with the panic. Why does it have to be so tight? I can barely breathe in this thing!
Sitting down on my bed, I force myself to take some deep breaths. I need to calm down, or someone is going to hear me freaking out and come check on me. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
It takes almost ten minutes for me to fully get my breathing under control, although it’s still just a little hard, with how tight the collar is. I can’t fucking believe that he locked this thing on me. How am I going to get it off? It’s not like I can ask for help from any humans, not without raising suspicions or bringing attention to myself.
Fuck, this is not good. There’s no way everyone at the factory isn’t going to notice my new accessory. Not only that, but I don’t think I can put up with my throat being permanently sore.
Maybe I can go back to the clearing tomorrow and ask him to take it off. Maybe he’s a reasonable elf… maybe he won’t kill me just for asking.
I roll my eyes at myself. Of course, he’ll kill me for asking.
I change my clothes and slide into bed, adjusting my head about a million times on my pillow, trying to lay at just the right angle so that the collar doesn’t pull at my neck all night.
As I drift off, my mind wanders back to his hands. He was definitely highly experienced. He knewexactlythe right places to touch me, and he listened to every clue my body gave him.
Is it bad that I want to see what else he can do? In my heart, I know that it is. But my pussy doesn’t care, not as it gets wet again just thinking about the endless ways I know he could make me come.
I am so, so fucked. And I have no idea how I’m going to make myself stay away.
15
THALI
Asnap of a branch alerts me to Brielle’s presence. I grin as I twist to look down at her as she walks right beneath me, not spotting my body stretched out on the massive tree limb.
“Skye!” she calls, searching around for the bird I’ve seen her with.
I’m tempted – not for the first time – to respond to her call. I’d love to see my brave one when she realizes that I’m right here.
Instead, I let her wander deeper into the forest, watching her as she slips between two trees and spots my arrow there. Deftly, I slide off the branch, dropping to my feet and using my magic to silence the sound. If she were to turn around right now, she’d see me, and the idea sends a thrill through me.
I watch as Brielle leans forward, and I can just make out her muttering to herself with my enhanced hearing. “What is this?”
I lean against the trunk as she plucks the arrow – the same one I killed a man with the night we met – from the tree. Pride and arousal shoot through me as I watch her slip the ring off the tip of the arrow. It gets my dick hard seeing her holding something I picked out for her.
Just slip it on,I want to encourage her. I grit my teeth, watching to see what she does.
As she stands up, rolling the ring between her fingers, I have half a mind to go over there and force it on her hand. Then bend her forward and remind her who she belongs to.
But then I see her reach into the pack slung across her and pull out a folded piece of parchment. My curiosity piques, and I press against the trunk of the tree as she turns to look around her.
Brielle’s eyes look straight past me before she turns back to the tree and produces a small, thin piece of burnt wood that I’ve seen some humans write with when they can’t afford a quill and ink.
It makes me want to buy her a set, an enchanted one, of course. I wonder if I could have it spelled to send me the letter every time no matter who it is addressed to.
I grin to myself, nearly missing it as she folds up the letter and sticks it back in place into the tree with the ring pinned to the trunk by the arrowhead. Rage surges up my throat as I see her step away, turning down another one of my gifts.
