Page 11 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

And then his lips crash into mine, stealing away the little oxygen he has allowed me, but I don’t mind. His taste on my tongue is more refreshing than any air, and I reach up, gripping the back of his head and pulling him against me harder.

Our movements grow frenzied as his tongue whips in, and his hands drop to my clothes, pulling them from my body. I’m not willing to break the kiss to help him, but he manages just fine on his own.

His hands glide down my thighs gripping underneath me and hoisting me up so that I’m at the mercy of him. He spreads me wide, his fingers dipping in to feel how wet I am, and he pulls back, groaning. “Fuck, Cyra. You might be a damn liar, but this pussy never fails to please me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I pull him back in for a kiss, but he jerks back. “Lykan,” I growl.

He shakes his head. “Watch your damn mouth if you want me. Unlace my pants.”

I think about arguing, but I am already dripping and dying for him. Instead, I reach between us, undoing his pants and shift them until his cock is free. For a moment, I realize that he’s been wanting this as much as me, and satisfaction warms me.

But that thought – and all others – leave my mind as Lykan shifts me closer and slams me down on his cock. I moan, my hands grasping his shoulders as he works me up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I grind out as my body trembles around him.

“Just to be clear,” he grunts, shifting me higher and increasing his place. “I still fucking hate you.”

I work my hips in time with him, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I hate you, too,” I mutter, focusing on grinding my clit against his pelvic bone. “So fucking much.”

“Good.” He drops me to my feet, spinning me around so that my ass is to him, and slams back in. “That’s the only way this is going to work.”

I don’t reply as he jerks me back against him, hammering into me so hard that I forget to breathe. All I can think is that he must think this will last longer than this one time. And as I hit my first intense orgasm of the night, I hope he’s right.

But as I come back down, Lykan muttering about how damn good I feel, the second thought hits me.

I didn’t mean it when I said I hated him.

And with the way he’s kissing my neck and murmuring in my ear, I don’t think he did, either.

7

LYKAN

It’s been a week since my first hook up with Cyra. Ever since then, it’s been next to impossible to keep my eyes off of her, despite my hatred. In the days that have followed, I’ve found myself inside her almost every shift. As much as she gets on my nerves, I cannot deny just how good the sex is.

Even now as I stand on guard, I keep a watchful eye on her as she goes about her duties. Her wavy brown hair falls miraculously over her olive skin, itself glowing a beautiful color in the lighting of the theater. Her brown eyes glimmer whenever she looks towards one of the many lamps hanging around the place, acting as magnets impossible to look away from.

She disappears for a moment into one of the rooms in the backstage area, causing me to snap back to reality.

“I ought to focus on my duties,” I mutter to myself. “I can’t let some girl distract me like that.”

Glancing around, I inspect the surroundings, ensuring everything is in order. Many staff run to and fro, some holding props, others holding instruments. Some chivdouyu bark orders at them, making ridiculous demands with such a pompous attitude that all they should get is my fist to their face.

Performers sit in front of mirrors as they are prepared for later acts while others are already indulging in the range of free snacks and alcohol, courtesy of Le Lazurt’s owner, Benshobe Ghildumal. At that moment, a heavily intoxicated chivdouyu stumbles into me. He falls to the floor, peering up at me with frustration.

“Watch where you’re going buddy!” he exclaims.

“Me?” I snarl. “You’re the one who can barely stand, I wasn’t even moving.”

“Eh, whatever, just help me up.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull him to his feet. He dusts himself off, bowing to me before stumbling back to the drinks.

What a disgrace,I think to myself as I shake my head.Is there no shame these people have for behaving in such a manner? Hmm, I expect nothing better from them.

Just then, I look to the other side, spotting Cyra approaching with a tray of alcohol. My heart suddenly begins pumping hard upon seeing her. She twirls her hair, making it flutter. Her eyes suddenly dart to meet mine. I’m too late in looking away as I see her shake her head.

“You like what you see, asshole?” she quips, looking at me with disdain.

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