Page 16 of Wicked Court

It’s a startling truth. Sweet, innocent, boring women rarely interest me. Not in this way. I like them begging and breaking in half underneath me.

Yet, it turns out Elara Wraithwood is anything but boring.

I can’t pull my focus away from the sway of her breasts as she tries to catch her breath, to come down from the sudden rush of lust.

Huh. When did I rip open the front of her dress?

I’m pondering the timing while I plunge each shining, gloved finger into my mouth one by one, sucking on them slowly to get all the flavor from her I can.

“Christ, you’re delicious,” I murmur, more to myself.

Elara flinches, covering herself. “It’s not—this isn’t…”

I lower my hand from my mouth, saddened to find all of her pussy juices licked clean. Then I chuckle, meeting her confused gaze with a half-cocked smirk.

“Not to worry, sweetwitch. You’re safe now.” I lift my chin before turning and walking away, but tossing over my shoulder, “When we claim you, you’ll know it.”

Chapter 6

Elara

“You completely disappeared last night! Are you sure you’re okay?”

Sasha’s sitting on her twin bed, studying me with curiosity as I finish brushing my hair in the vanity mirror.

“Yep. Totally.”

She’s caught me flinching at least three times every time I raise my arm, my shirt brushing against my raw nipples peppered in bite marks. I can’t wear a bra and chose my softest, oldest heather gray t-shirt to soothe them, but they’ve refused to calm down and poke through my the thin fabric like two needy freshmen who want to go back to the senior bad boy for more sexy time.

I glare at them in my reflection. No, ladies. You did not have fun.

I raced out of the woods so fast last night, there’s no way Wilder would’ve caught me again.

Not that my traitorous tits would’ve complained.

Still, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was being escorted out of the forest and back to the dorms safely by shadows I couldn’t see. A snap of a twig there. A brush of leaves steering me back to center.

A soft, meticulous laugh making me recoil to the left.

And it wasn’t just one. It was multiple.

Four, to be exact, if my instincts were on point, and they usually are. It also wasn’t out of the kindness of their hearts.

They enjoyed my fear at the same time they ushered me home. My chest, lips, and pussy throbbed with terror and remembrance as I clambered through the underbrush, stumbled up the stairs, and unlocked my door just in time to race into the bathroom and finish myself off.

I stared at my reflection while I masturbated. Bared my body so I could see Wilder’s marks.

And had the best goddamn orgasm of my life.

Flinching with shame at the memory, I push away from the vanity and grab my hoodie from off my unmade bed.

“Are you suuuure you’re all right?” Sasha repeats, this time in a tone that tells me she’s not convinced by my wellness status at all.

“Course I am. Come on. We’ve got a psychology class we’re going to be late for.”

I am fully aware of the irony.

I’ve done my best to keep it a secret from Sasha that they’re the reason behind my insatiable need and hormonal imbalance this morning.

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