Page 43 of The Sorrow of Shadows

“I have the right to ask questions when my friend shows up naked at my window, requesting my help.” He’s laughing at me now. His point is valid, but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer his questions. “So, was this nobody at least a good fuck?” I see the questions aren’t going to cease.

“We didn’t get to that part,” I mumble.

“I’m sorry, what?” he stammers.

“We didn’t fuck. We did just about everything else, but his dick was not inside me. That mouth, though...” I trail off as the memory of his tongue on my clit sends shivers up my spine.

“So, you’re telling me you got handsy with a stranger in the woods, lost your pants, and you didn’t even actually have sex with him?”

“Something like that.”

“No wonder he left you naked and alone in the woods,” Elijah snickers at me.

“You ass, now you’re being just as much a prick as him.” I throw one of his pillows at him, but he ducks and catches it midair.

“Something makes me think you probably deserved it. At least a little bit.”

“Nonsense, I’m an angel.”

Elijah snorts at that. “No, you’re a brat, and we both know it.”

“That doesn’t sound like me.”

“The first time I beat you in cards you burned all my underwear and told every female at court I had a rare pox that only affected my dick.”

“Allegedly, none of that was ever proven. Besides, you cheated.”

“I did not!” His jaw drops open.

I smile sweetly at him and shrug my shoulders. I’m justhappy to be talking about something other than why I had been naked outside.

“Did he at least have a decent dick?” Elijah has a one-track mind.

I groan. “The best. Like puts-all-the-rest-to-shame kind of dick.”

He crosses the room and drops into the bed next to me. “Sounds like someone will be returning for seconds,” he chuckles.

“It probably shouldn’t have even happened at all. Besides, he’s an asshole,” I grumble.

“I think the lady doth protest too much,” Elijah tsks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t believe you. I think you don’t want to like him, but the fact that he’s an asshole turns you on even more. You just don’t want to admit it, so it’s easier to complain about it.”

I stare at him, my mouth open wide.

“Truth sucks, doesn’t it?”

“No, you suck. That’s not it at all,” I protest, and shove him with my shoulder.

Elijah chuckles and pulls me into his side, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “So, what will it take for you to tell me who this mystery male is?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” I challenge while snuggling into his side.

“Well, if his dick is as glorious as you claim, then maybe I need to see it for myself.”

“Trust me, you are not his type.”

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