Page 7 of Goblin Candy

Although I can hear her coming, I startle when Lottie bursts in frantically. Somehow, I tear my gaze away from the male to look over at her as she gapes down at Brant.

“What happened?”

I shrug and peer over at the fae male, my eyebrows quirking. His tail curls around his leg, and a look of uncertainty passes over his face followed by chagrin.

“It seems that I may have been mistaken,” he says slowly. “He appeared so similar to another goblin that I reacted. We are a territorial bunch when it comes to…” he glances at me and pauses, “certain things.”

Lottie’s eyes snap up to him, and a look of surprise crosses her face as if she’s just now noticing his presence.

“A… goblin?” She glances toward me with uncertainty.

I shrug again because I’m not sure what she’s asking. I don’t know anything about goblins. We have several troll and troll hybrid families in town, and they are green but otherwise quite different from the male standing in front of me. She seems to understand my silent communication better than I do hers because she forces a smile as she looks back over at the goblin.

“So this is a misunderstanding and not an intentional attempt to scare one of my volunteers?”

He shifts a little in place, his tail curling tighter against his body. “I can’t say that’s entirely accurate. At the time, I very much hoped to frighten him into backing down, but it was a misunderstanding as far as the fact that I didn’t realize that he was human in time.”

“And goblins don’t frighten humans,” she presses, though it seems more out of curiosity than any kind of accusation.

A guilty look flashes across his face and he smiles faintly. “Not precisely true, but I try not to make a habit of it. I rather enjoy observing humans myself. Among other things,” he murmurs, his eyes straying back to me.

Lottie’s gaze turns toward me, a half-smile on her face. “I see.”

My cheeks grow hot with giddiness, but the moment is broken by a low groan from the floor and immediately Lottie is bending over Brant and helping him sit up. He gives the goblin a nervous look which is met with a grin.

“Sorry about that,” the goblin says cheerfully. “A clear case of mistaken identities. No harm appears to be done.”

“Yeah,” Brant drawls warily, running his hands over his costume. I have no doubt that under his green face paint, he is blushing furiously for fainting dead away. “It’s no problem, man.”

Lottie gives him a skeptical look but smiles encouragingly. “Are you okay to continue, or do you need a bit of a break?”

“I will be more than happy to stand in,” the goblin volunteers.

“I think I could use a break,” Brant mutters, but smiles when Lottie gives his arm a squeeze.

“No problem. Our friend… ah?” She gives the goblin a questioning look.

“Grimsal,” he replies with a small, sweeping bow.

A skeletal painted face pops around the corner as Joey nudges aside the other volunteers. He gives Brant a curious look. “Everything okay? People are getting anxious back here.”

“Everything is fine,” Lottie soothes. “There was a small misunderstanding, and Brant just got a bit of a Halloween scare. He’s going to go take a break. Grimsal has volunteered to take his place for a bit.”

The tension eases among the volunteers, and they funnel back into the other aisle with a murmur of voices as they reassured our guests. Lottie pats Brant’s back as she ushers him out, leaving me alone with Grimsal. The male’s eyes are fastened on me with such intensity that it makes me shift in place, heat slowly warming my belly. I’m not typically one who suffers from being at a loss for words, but for once I’m tongue-tied as the heat rises, creating a liquid warmth between my legs and sending a tingle rushing over my skin. I lick my suddenly dry lips and his gaze snaps to my mouth, the yellow glow of his eyes heating.

“Okay, well, I’m going to tuck myself back into my spot and let you get to it.” I laugh nervously as I step back and reach behind me, fumbling for the entrance.

A smile slowly curls his mouth, and his nostrils flare. I suddenly feel very much like prey being hunted, and his eyes follow me as I slip back into my own corner. Gods, what a feeling! I wave my hands in front of my face in attempt to cool myself down and grin. A shame we have a barrier between us for what little time he’s taking Brant’s place. Although his stare made me feel as awkward as a teenager with her first crush, there was a pleasure that accompanied it that made me want more.

Screams of laughter float around the corner following a masculine roar, and I find myself smiling. I’m still grinning and release a very witchy cackle as a group of teens flood the space, their faces flushed with excitement.

“Welcome, my pretties. You have survived the haunted path, but will you survive to escape?” I pick up a broom and wave it in the air. “Make your selection if you’re brave. Take an eye of newt, a tongue of frog, or a buttered finger of the dead before you are cursed to remain here for eternity!” I cackle again and sweep my broom toward them as I chant in a made-up language.

Ducking down, they snatch up their sweets and haul ass out of there. I grin after them and plop back down on my makeshift altar to wait for the next group. Glowing eyes peer around the corner at me as the goblin gives me a wicked smile. Our exchanges are that brief and last only a moment or two before another group comes through, but I find myself looking forward to them and start adopting more provocative, flirty poses. When Brant returns a short time later, I try not to be disappointed when he slips by me to take Grimsal’s place. Although we haven’t had more than a few shared moments between groups, I don’t want him to leave. Just knowing he is there has kept me on edge, like we’re engaging in some strange sort of foreplay.

My belly tightens as the goblin slips into my corner. Unlike trolls, who tower over even tall humans, he is closer to the height of a man, just over six feet. I decide I like that. There is something appealing about the orcs and trolls, as well as the elves and other fae beings that tend to loom over humans. Goblins appear on the smaller end of the spectrum, and that makes him of a height where I wouldn’t have to strain to kiss him… and in terms of making love? My cheeks flush as the warmth in my belly coils, burning a path lower through me and making my pussy feel hypersensitive against my damp panties. Grimsal’s nostrils flare, and a soft rumble fills the space between us.

“Sweetest of sweet,” he rasps, and my skin quivers faintly at the hunger in his voice. “I would eat you up right here if I could.”

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