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When she’d barely been conscious, she could remember the feeling of someone stroking her hair from her face, rubbing her back soothingly. He’d tried to force sips of water down her throat.
It was the word beautiful, and that’s all Raewyn ever wanted to be. She would have skipped everywhere if he’d said sexy, or hot.
Most of the dresses he’d selected were red, because he wanted to see her in his favourite colour, the colour of his orbs.
He barely believed Raewyn was not only standing before him in this skimpy outfit but was pressing her chest to his in the hopes of enticing him.
She didn’t need to even try. Half the time, looking at her face had his blood pumping and his shaft twitching – which is why he tried to avoid her as much as possible. Her beauty made him uncomfortable.
She likes me? What is that supposed to mean? His face, his body, his personality – none of these were ‘likeable’ qualities. Hell, if he met himself, he knew he’d try to kill him.
How was he supposed to believe this pretty fairy from some magical world wanted him?
“Come here then,” she said, before she brushed her soft lips against his fangs. He stifled the shudder that wracked him. No one had ever kissed his skull before,
Merikh jumped in her arms, his sight flashing a reddish pink. “Did you just grab my arse?”
Is she showing me she accepts all this? His heart caved in a little, and some of the tension he’d been holding within his body eased out of him, tension he may have been holding for centuries.
Bumping the end of his snout against her cheek, he quietly said, “If you’re expecting me to be gentle, Raewyn, then you should reconsider. I am not gentle, and this will only end in me taking you hard and fast.” This was her last chance to turn back. Raewyn rubbed her cheek against his snout, seeming to take anything he did as a sign of affection, and dug her fingers around the bulge within him.
In that moment, he knew he was weak to this pretty little Elf.
“I’m inside you.”
I’m going to fuck her senseless. I’m going to fuck her until she can’t think of anything else but my cock. Until she can do nothing but cry and beg for me to stop. Until the only thing she can scream is my name.
She was perfectly misaligned. A contradiction.
I want to mark her in my scent.
His claws scraped her scalp as he shoved his fingers into her coily curls, fisted them, and yanked her head back until she was barely able to touch the bed with her fingertips.
YEEEEEEEEEEEES DADDY🤪🤪🤪🤪
“Someone doesn’t know how to keep her fucking hands to herself,” he snarled directly into her ear.
She poked her tongue forward, like that would help her to breathe through her pathetic pants.
“From the first moment I saw your beautiful face, I wanted you,”
He was making sure he came deep, but was also helping to push his seed out.
“I couldn’t resist filling you,” he said with deep huffs.
He’d been sweet and considerate of her in a time she hadn’t even realised. It just made her wonder how often she didn’t notice something trivial like that.
She didn’t think she deserved this cold-shoulder treatment.
The silence between them was so heavy, it was nearly crushing.
He’d taught the Witch Owl how to make the barrier charms, so she could show Orpheus how to make them when his human offerings kept dying on him. Merikh had taken pity on him.
Thinking of that Mavka had his sight turning blue. I cannot believe he managed to find a bride.
he doubted he would find one ...
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Knowing that sweet face covered in cute freckles hid how devilish she could truly be, his attraction to her had grown tenfold.
“I don’t deserve to be treated this way.”
Of course, he’d wanted to hold her afterwards! He’d wanted that more than anything else, and he’d been quite self-hateful because he literally couldn’t. He’d wanted to painfully rip his quills from his own body just so he could.
“And, since I am so offensive to you,” he sneered, his orbs shifting to blue before he forced them back to their usual red. “I thought it would be best to leave you alone, especially since you so callously rubbed it in my skulled face afterwards.”
She was a feisty little Elf when she wanted to be.
“Duskwalkers are instinctually territorial,” he admitted quietly. “We are possessive of everything: our territories, our homes, our things.” Her lips pursed, and she shook her head to show she didn’t understand. “I marked you.”
Lesson number four: Merikh hates himself, she sadly thought.
Inside and out, he didn’t like who he was.
Inherently, he was really sweet when someone didn’t treat him like the very ground he walked on became tainted.
Since they were so long, they held her nice and tight, and their little tips even swayed back and forth, like they wanted to pet her.
eyes. If he won’t take care of me, I’ll just take care of myself.
The giggles echoing within his cave were loopy and unhinged, but she couldn’t help them.
She was naked, her back arched, pushing up her chest so her breasts almost pointed up to the sky while the ends of her wet hair brushed the grass behind her. With the light bathing her, she appeared lovelier than ever. It was hard to look away.
She could barely believe he was doing this to her. He’d once told her he’d kneel for no man, and yet here he was, on his knees for her, just to taste and tease her like this.
He didn’t stop licking, but he at least moved away to steal what he could from the creases of her thighs before he followed a path down her legs. He was tracing where the orgasm she’d given herself earlier had trickled down.
He’d let this pretty little fairy have whatever she craved right now, so long as he could keep touching her.
Gazing down at the comely female curled up on her side across his lap, Merikh radiated contentment. She’d originally asked if he would mind taking her to the bed so she could rest for a while, worn out from their intimacy. As she was prattling on about how she didn’t think she could walk there herself, Merikh’s insides had twisted.
He resumed his earlier touching, although much softer, and just admired the pretty female in his arms.
Not just the sensual touching, but also this. Holding her felt oddly wonderful, and her curled up to him in trust did strange things to him. It soothed his mind, quietening all his terribly despondent and painful thoughts.
This might be the happiest moment of his life, and not even the realisation that it might be his only happy memory diminished it.
“You looked peaceful,” he said as he brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “I didn’t want to move you in case I woke you.”
Learning about him was difficult; he only shared things that didn’t go too deep.
