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November 5 - November 5, 2023
“Good girl,” he says. “Behave yourself tonight.” “I don’t plan on it,” I say back.
Amber and musk and something deeper. By now, I know who that scent belongs to, and my body, being the traitor that it is, knows too. Bran Duval.
“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."
"Your sister didn't turn Julian down. She agreed to be his blood mate if he promised that you would remain untouched until your Pledging."
"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."
“I’ll just finish myself then.” I lean against the shower stall and reach down, but Bran is suddenly there again tsk-tsking at me. “No.” He takes my arm and pins it against the wall. “You don’t get to come until I say so.” I scowl at him. “Why not?” He leans in at my ear and whispers, “Because deep down, you like me telling you what to do.”
“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.”
“Maybe I’ll take you in the backseat,” he says, eyes still on the road, hand loose on the steering wheel. “Maybe I’ll bend you over the hood of the car and—” A little moan escapes me, and I rub my thighs together without thinking. He glances at me, smug as hell. “Over the hood it is.” The car slows down.
He sighs. “Fae,” he answers. “When I bit you without the necklace on, I could taste fae in your blood.”
