Page 88 of Born of Ice

“Have to? No. Wanted to? Yes.”

“I could—”

I sigh, stopping her. “Before you tell me that you could do that yourself, I’m just gonna say one thing. Never happening.” I send her a look that says subject is closed and Electra wouldn’t be Electra if she simply took it and ran with it. Nope.

She sends me a glare, followed by a rolling of her eyes but at least she does shut up.

I drop the towel into the dirty laundry and collect the clothes I brought for her earlier, eyeing the leggings she usually sleeps in with distain right before I send them flying into the other side of the room.

Electra raises one eyebrow at me. “What have they done to offend you like that?”

“They were planning to cover your ass from me,” I grumble, reaching for the panties I chose as she rolls her lips together to prevent laughing but then her mouth quickly drops open when she sees the G-string I’m holding.

“Exton! I don’t sleep in those! They are not intended for sleeping.” She bulges her eyes at me as I take in her words, eyeing the tiny piece of fabric.

“You’re right,” I tell her and she’s about to sigh with relief when I simply send them flying to keep those leggings company in the corner and now Electra does break out in a laugh.

“Let me guess, they offended you too?”

“Yep. Actually, new rule. No clothes in bed.” I send the shirt to the ground as well.

“Um, is it just me or are those boxers on you?” She points with a saucy smirk on her face.

Never one to back down from a challenge, or show off my naked body, I rip them off and I hear her gasp.

“Exton.” She sucks in a sharp breath and props herself up by her hands into a sitting position. “You…you…you didn’t get off.” Her eyes are locked in on my impressive erection if I do say so myself.

“How did you guess?” I try to joke but she doesn’t bite.

“Why not?”

I sigh, sliding next to her in bed. “It wasn’t about me. I didn’t need to get off. Tonight was about you.”

“So, it’s not pity but charity?” she sneers. “Because I don’t want that either.”

Jesus Christ, how did she get that out of it.

“It wasn’t a fucking charity.”

“Yeah? So, you do this with a lot of women? Get them off but not yourself?”

“Mm-hmm,” I lie, turning to my side and grabbing a hold of her, press her back to my chest. Spooning, like we always do, except this time it’s a conscious decision instead of always somehow waking up this way. And we are naked. Really naked…

“Jerk,” she spits out. “Let go of me!” Electra slaps my arm, but I do no such thing. Instead, I bring her even closer as tingles erupts over my insides, bringing that giddiness back. Similar to the one I felt in that gym the first time I kissed her and figured out she might like me.

But this is so much better because maybe, just maybe, she feels more?

“Are you jealous, angry elf?” I hum into her neck, pushing her long hair out of the way with my nose.

“Me? Jealous? Of what?”

“Oh fuck, I’m getting hard all over again at the thought, I groan.

“You’re sick. You need help. Maybe you should go see one of those women to give you a hand. Or a pussy,” she bites out with so much of that green oozing out of her, I nearly double over laughing.

“Not jealous, huh?” I bite her shoulder and now she shrugs me off violently.

“Jesus Christ, angry elf. It’s just you. Only you. Of course, I’ve slept with other people, but they were fuck toys—nothing more, nothing less. Scratch that, they could definitely be even less than that and never once did I care for their pleasure.” Electra freezes but I press my erection harder into her body. “My fingers, mouth, cock and all other parts of me—all of them—belong toyou.” I pause, feeling her breath hitch at the insinuation I made. “Whenever you are ready to accept them. They are yours.”

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