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April 26 - April 26, 2023
“Look at me when I touch you.” And then he sinks two fingers inside of me, and my world comes undone.
“The wolves are not allowed to touch you.” “What?” I lean heavily against the tree, the bark biting into my back. “If I see that fucking dog touching you again, I’ll neuter him.”
"I gave you my word I'd help you, mouse, and I always keep my promises. Until we know who attacked your sister, you'll stay at my house."
"Compared to me, you're just a baby." "So what does that make you? A cradle robber?" He snorts. "I haven't fucked you yet, mouse."
"I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me." The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. "Oh, mouse, I promise it wouldn't hurt."
“It’s too bad we have somewhere to be. I can still taste your sweetness in the back of my throat, little mouse, and I’d very much like another bite.”
“Shall I pull over?” he asks, eyes on the road. “For what?” “You must be soaking wet,” he says. “Judging by the scent on the air.”
“Don’t leave Midnight,” he says suddenly. “What?” “Don’t leave.” “Why?” The glow in his eyes intensifies as he grits his teeth as if me making him elaborate is a discomfort he doesn’t want to endure. “Why Bran?” “Because I don’t want you to.”
He sighs. “Fae,” he answers. “When I bit you without the necklace on, I could taste fae in your blood.”