Page 70 of Elf Shot

I suppose we will find out. Coming for the fight? Layla bit her lip. The backup plan she still hadn't told Arne about. Fuck. She didn't want to make him mad or get his hopes up. He had too many other things to think about.

Wouldn't miss it. I've been itching for one for a while.

Layla grinned. Vili didn't stand a chance.

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Armed and ready for a fight, Layla walked up the path from Arne's house to Alruna's. She had gotten a message to meet him and Tor there. What he hadn't mentioned was the pack of warriors and wolves that encircled the place.

They didn't stop her from heading inside, but all of them stared at her curiously.

Could they somehow see the mating mark? Layla didn't want to think about it. The wolves could probably smell the all-night fuck fest she'd had anyway.

Arne, Alruna, Tor, Brök, and Eydís were all around the dining room table with a map spread out before them. They were all dressed in magnificent armor, and Eydís had a sword almost as tall as Layla resting against her chair.

"Ah Layla, good you're here. Have you spoken to your people?" Alruna asked, wasting no time with pleasantries.

"Kian and Bayn are coming. I'm waiting to hear from the others."

"Only two?" Brök grumbled. "Much good that will do us."

Layla's eyes narrowed. "Only two? My brothers are the Blood Prince and Winter Prince of the Fae. They could probably annihilate Vili's army on their own with the power they wield."

"Now, now, there's no time for arguments," Eydís said, resting a hand on Brök's shoulder. "Keep your beard on, dwarf. I have heard of these mighty warriors, and we will be happy to have them at our side." Brök grumbled something in dwarfish but didn't argue further. Eydís rolled her eyes at Layla over the top of his head, and Layla bit down a grin.

"I have gathered some armor that should fit you, Layla. Let me show you," Arne said, getting up from the table.

"Hell yeah," she said. She was probably way too excited about armor but couldn't help herself.

Arne showed Layla to a room where armor pieces had been arranged on a bed. As soon as she was through the door, he closed it and Arne's hot, hungry mouth was on hers. Layla buried her hands in his hair and gave into the embrace. There was too much armor and gear in between them.

"Gods, I've wanted to do that all day," Arne said, his breath warm on her face.

"All day? I saw you thirty minutes ago," Layla pointed out playfully. Arne's hands slid over the tight fabric of her suit and cupped her, making them both groan.

"We need…armor…army," she stammered, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"They have it under control, but I do not," Arne replied. He undid the zip and button on her pants and slid his hand inside. "Fuck, baby, are you ever not wet?"

"Around you? No." Layla clawed at the shoulders of his hard armor, her heart racing. Arne's fingers slid inside of her, and Layla bit down onto his neck to muffle the sounds coming out of her.

"Can't get enough," Arne growled. He pulled down her pants to her boots and dropped to his knees. He dragged her to the floor, spread her, and had his hot mouth on her in a blink. Layla bit her lip to hold in her cries. Arne's big hand went over her mouth to silence her.

"Shhh, no sounds but keep your eyes on me," he said. He had his leather pants open, his dick in his hand. He put his mouth back over her pussy, his golden eyes never leaving hers as he pleasured them both. Layla squirmed, her body on fire with the intensity and the secret naughtiness of it all.

"Put your fingers inside you," Arne commanded, pulling back from her. Layla obeyed, masturbating in front of him, chasing the orgasm he had already edged her towards. Arne was stroking his cock harder, his eyes burning as they stared at her.

"That's it, my mate. Let me see you come," he said. Layla bit the skin of his palm as she circled her clit a few more times and her vision whited out, her orgasm rushing through her. Arne groaned and came hot over her bare pussy and stomach.

Arne slowly removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her, their breaths ragged.

"What the fuck was that?" she whispered.

"Me needing you and also needing to think straight today. Let me get a cloth," Arne said and kissed her again. He got up, fixing his pants and went into an adjoining bathroom. Layla lay in a blissed-out daze, staring at the ceiling, and listened to the water running. Arne came back with a cloth and stared down at her.

"Gods, that's hot," he growled. He shook himself and kneeled beside her. The cloth was wet and warm as he tenderly cleaned up the mess he had made on her.

Layla grinned up at him. "I don't know how you expect me to concentrate now."

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