Page 27 of Between Realms

“Oh. You’re not as flexible as elves.” He loosens his grip and strokes my skin as an apology, stoking my need again. His fingers trail up to my opening and lightly graze my folds, exploring.

I realize I yearn for him to explore more. There’s an emptiness that craves to be filled.

“This human’s sex is more flowery than our females.” He pauses, considering. “Unless she differs from her kind.”

Oakes clears his throat and finally speaks. “I believe it is typical of humans.” His body is turned away, facing toward the door, as if he wants to run from the room. “I have read accounts.”

Jaden remains off to the side, too. His gaze holds to the far corner of the room as if he is disinterested in the whole situation. Why do I want their eyes on me? Why do I wish they were also touching me? I’ve gone completely mad with lust.

With all the prince’s gentle attention on my sex, my body responds and throbs with a need I don’t fully understand yet. His fingers move over my folds, lubricating me with my own juices. Instinctively, my hips undulate with his strokes.

The prince rims me with his finger but doesn’t enter me. “Do human females experience release?”

“Release?” Confused, I glance at Oakes. He seems to be the expert in human anatomy.

“They have orgasms… if stimulated properly.” Only able to see the side of his face, I can tell Oakes presses his lips flat after answering.

I wonder why he seems irritated with the thought. Then I realize that he’s likely repulsed by the thought of being with a human. My heart drops a bit with the reminder I’m less than in Elven eyes.

“Haveyouever had an orgasm?” the prince asks, tilting his head in curiosity, now studying my face again.

My cheeks flush pink. “Um. No.”

“I can take care of that.” The prince’s throaty laugh rumbles through his chest. “What do you feel like inside?”

With the idea of being probed, I go still, wondering what it will feel like. My body wants him inside, but my mind feels like this is now moving too fast.

The prince dips inside my core and swirls his index finger. Then he immediately slips another finger into my opening. “So tight.”

I gasp at the pinching sensation. I clench the sheets. Will the prince stop if I ask? Or will he continue even if he hurts me? All the fears of males that Merlara drilled into me crash into my thoughts.

In my sudden panic, I’m not sure I want his attention anymore. My hands drop to stop his fingers from entering into me. The sensations are too much. I’m unable to move under his strong brace.

Oakes snaps, “She’s upset.”

Jaden growls, and it sounds like a warning. However, I don’t know if the rebuke is for me or the prince.

“Are you hurt?” the prince asks as he removes his hand.

I turn my face away from him. I don’t want to be weak, especially if I am about to be free to go home.

Ihadenjoyed his attention…until now. Why did it hurt when he entered me?

“I asked you a question,” the prince says.

I close my eyes. “Please, Your Highness. No more.”

The prince pulls away, recoiling as if I slapped him.

“Humans are fragile, Your Highness,” Oakes explains. “She probably fears for her life, being pinned down, thinking all of us will force our turn.”

“Mortal, is this true?” the prince asks, disbelief in his voice.

“You said it wouldn’t hurt.”

His mouth drops open. “I didn’t mean…I wouldn’t—”

“She’s bleeding,” Jaden hisses.

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