Page 10 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

I quickly clean up my section, wiping everything down and collecting any dirty glasses. The entire time, I make sure that Lykan has a good view of my ass, barely concealed in the flimsy outfit I’m wearing.

Just as I’m about to go, I slip past him, and I hear him mutter, “Leave.”

I pause, turning back to look at him, and the air in the theater tenses. The other workers’ chatter dies down, and it’s clear that they think he just insulted me – which isn’t out of the norm.

In fact, if he said to me a week ago to leave, I would tell him that I will do as I damn please. But tonight, the dark flames in his eyes only entice me, and I raise my eyebrows in a challenge.

“You going to make me?”

I swear a ghost of a smile passes over his lips. “You want to see me try?”

I square up my shoulders, facing him as I take a step forward. There isn’t enough space between us now, and I’m too acutely aware of how bad I want to lean into him. The heat radiating off his body pulls me in, and I know that I shouldn’t bite, I should just walk away. But all I’ve been able to think about is his hands on my body and pulling my hair.

I want it to happen again.

“I’d love to,” I drawl, drawing out the words.

He snorts, his eyes cutting to the side, and when they land back on me, the intensity in them sucks my breath away. I almost forget where I am. I almost do something so reckless, like grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss.

But then Lykan takes a step back, shattering the moment, and I kick myself for thinking such stupid thoughts. Ihatehim. He can be a good fuck and still an arrogant bastard – in fact, he is. How could I let my body convince me to forgive his fucking behavior?

“I’m gone,” Lykan says loud enough for everyone to hear, just as he does every night. It’s a warning that the great soldier that protects us all from having too much fun is finally taking his leave.

I scoff before going to the other waitresses. Once I make sure that their work is done, the bar is in order, and all the glasses are cleaned, a process that doesn’t take more than ten minutes, I bid everyone a good night.

I’m still fuming as I step out into the night air, the cool breeze soothing my fevered flesh. I shouldn’t let Lykan whip me up like this, but he has always gotten under my skin. It’s just that now he’s gotten there in another way…

Gritting my teeth, I storm down the street toward my home. Maybe I’m pissed because I’m going home alone and horny for another night. Is it so wrong of me to wish that Lykan wanted me as much as I want him – purely physically of course.

If I were to be honest, something I’m rarely inclined to be, he’s ruined sex for me. Hooking up with the few men at the theater or near my home has never been as good as that, and now, even when it was offered to me two nights ago, I don’t want it.

It would be hollow compared to him.

Suddenly, I’m jerked backwards. I just register the firm hand wrapped around my wrist before my back slams into the wall of the building I was passing.

Instantly, I’m on alert, twisting my arm into my body as I spin the opposite way. I know better than to let my body get pinned between the wall and whoever has caught me. That’s what I get for being so distracted I’m not even thinking.

“You never make it easy on me,” Lykan grunts through a laugh as he readjusts the grip on my wrist and orients me so that my back slams into him. “Do you?”

I pause, relief flooding me when I realize it’s just him. My body sinks into his, but I’m still pissed at how he’s been acting toward me – and maybe a little embarrassed he so easily overpowered me.

So, in my normal fashion, I bite back. “You’re the one that is so damn hard-headed that you refuse to let anything be simple.” I twist so that I’m looking at him, our noses nearly touching. “Why are you out here stalking me?”

Lykan’s eyes flash and his hand slides behind my head, pulling my hair tight. I gasp, heat flaring between my legs, and that rare – and dangerous – smile pulls at his lips. “Because you won’t stop eye-fucking me. I thought you’d want a real taste.”

My pussy pulses at his words, but I’ll be damned if he thinks I’m going to admit it. “You think that highly of yourself?”

In a flash, he has me pinned against the wall, just where he wanted me originally. His hand that was around my wrist is now wrapped around my throat. His body pins me in place as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Your screams tell me exactly what to think.” His hips surge forward, and I grin when I feel just how hard he is. “Why don’t you be a good girl for once and just admit you want me to fuck you?”

A war wages in my mind. I do want him, and I definitely don’t want to push him so hard that he leaves. I can’t take another night of getting myself off to the memory of him. I want to feel him between my legs again, making me come harder than I ever expected.

But this isLykan. I don’t bend to anyone, definitely not him, and if he thinks his cock is so magical that I’m suddenly going to fall to my knees before him, he’s got another thing coming.

“I hate you,” I snarl.

He chuckles, his fingers tightening around my throat as he leans back to look at me. With his other hand, he reaches up to brush a loose hair out of my face, and I jerk away from his touch, the fire fueling me.

He tsks, brushing his hands along my face anyway. “You might hate me,” he muses, his voice dropping down low enough to make me weak in the knees. “But you love the way I fuck you.”

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