Page 81 of Lost Girl

“When did you stop bleeding?”

Hats off to him for rememberingbecause I’d completely forgotten.

“Yesterday.” Thank fuck for that.

“Didn’t Ward give you a certain timeframe—“

“I’m not following that, Tavi,” I cut him off.I’m fine.“I know my body, I’m fine. I want you, let me have you.”

Wicked gleam in his eyes, he eases back, taking in the sight of me beneath him. “You make it hard to play by the rules.”

“I don’t think you always like playing by the rules, so why does that matter? What are these rules anyway?”

“You know, I’ve liked Wendy for a while now.” Pulling my panties aside, he reveals me to his gaze, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “But I really like this Wendy right here.”

“Who? The lost little British girl who’s about to let you fuck her?” I purr, hooking my panties further aside for him.

“Say that again.” Very slowly, he plays the saliva in his mouth, dropping it on my clit. The most gentle caress drags it down, working it in. “The lost little British girl who’s about to let me what?”

“Who’s about to let you fuck he—” I can’t finish. He fills me that quickly, without warning, leaving me gasping for air, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Holy fuck.” A hiss. I feel his head fall back as he retreats, then pushes back in. “How are you this tight, little wolf? This wet. You feel so damn good.”

“Better than I imagined,” I pant, arms flying out beside me to grip the sheets. “I could get used to this.”

“Same, baby, sa—”

Slam!

The front door, dropping us both on our proverbial arses.

“Your dad,” I whisper, heart instantly thrashing in my chest.

“Fuck,” he barks harshly. And just like that, he’s pulling out of me, rising onto his feet, holding a hand out for me. “Go out the window and run to Soren’s. I’ll be right behind you.”

Slipping my hand in his, he helps me up as I quickly adjust myself, pulling my dress back in place.

A few steps and he’s opening the window, sliding the pane upwards.

“We’re finishing this later,” I tell him hurriedly, to which he nods, that grin reappearing for a split-second.

“Oh, you know it”—kiss—“Now go. Hurry. I’m right behind you, baby.”

Except he wouldn’t be behind me, and as I run behind different homes, catching the attention of several Natives on the way to Soren’s, I’m stopped abruptly by a dark figure I hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Tinksley.

?Lost Boy - Ruth B.?

The sight of her stops me dead in my tracks, that familiar, chilling drip ripping down my spine.

I haven't seen her since before Tavi broke me out of that dark hole.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Her hands fly up in surrender, face fixed with the softest expression I've ever seen on her yet.

"What do you want then?" I snap, eyes cutting in every which way around me in search of anything within the near area that could serve as a weapon.

Better to be safe than sorry.

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