Page 7 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

The tension has grown so taut that the moment I grind my hips against him, it snaps. His mouth finds mine, smashing our lips together hard enough to bruise. He kisses like he wants to burn me with his lips.

My hands move down to grip his hips and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, invading it thoroughly. Our tongues tangle for a moment and that’s all it takes for his grip to loosen.

I’m so swept up in the kiss for a moment that it doesn’t even register. But the small voice in my head reminds me that I have him exactly where I want him and I move my hands up until they’re high enough that I can shove him away.

“See?” I tell him, panting and out of breath. “Told you I can handle myself.”

Lykan’s stare is blank, as though he’s unable to comprehend what just happened. His dark eyes flicker, the fire in them roaring to life. I watch as he clenches his jaw tightly, so tight that I wonder if he’s about to break it. He stares at me for a long moment.

“Fuck you,” he spits out. He continues to stare at me, as though trying to make up his mind about something. I don’t know if he’s about to kill me or try to kiss me again but he does neither and turns to leave.

Before he can run off though, my hand shoots out and I grab the front of his tunic, stopping him. His eyes flick downward and he stares at my hand.

This is crazy. This is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done. I’m chasing the fire now, actively running towards it when I should be running in the opposite direction.

But then again, I’ve never been good at staying out of trouble. Even Lykan knows it.

“Let go,” Lykan says through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what you’re doing but I’m done.”

“No,” I tell him. “You aren’t. You don’t think I can take care of myself but I can. I proved it.”

“You proved nothing,” he says, nose jutting up in a sneer.

“I did,” I tell him. “I proved that I can take care of myself.” I pull him in, my lips ghosting over his as I stand on my tiptoes. “And that includes taking care of my needs.”

This time there’s no holding back as our mouths meet, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. His tongue darts out again, pressing against the seam of my mouth to seek entrance and I grant it, giving up a little control.

Just for now, I tell myself. Just for tonight. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just two people getting some tension out of their systems.

Still, a part of me knows that this is a wildly bad idea. But I’m too stubborn to care. I want this man. He’s a dripir-headed, arrogant, hockass bastard but he’s also the sexiest dark elf I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’m attracted to danger. Maybe I’m just a fool. Maybe I wanted to be nothing like my mother and became exactly like her instead. All I know is that I can’t get enough of him right now.

The way his mouth moves on mine is making my head spin. I can’t even think anymore. My hands move up to tangle in his silvery locks, tugging on it to bring his face closer to my mouth.

He bites down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood and the metallic tang only serves to heighten the experience. I don’t know what it is about this man but I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

Things are taking a turn for the heated. I know we need to move somewhere else but right now I can’t think as he laps the blood from my split lip and snarls, kissing me harder. My lips will be bruised after this but I can’t bring myself to care.

5

LYKAN

What is happening to me? I shouldn’t have come up to her, shouldn’t have provoked her, not after what happened earlier tonight. The curve of her body was more enticing than I expected, and I hated how much I liked it.

How much I wanted her.

Maybe I’ve been blinded by my anger for too long to notice, but Cyra is beautiful. Unfairly so, and maybe she’s also a bitch who never shuts her damn mouth, but right now, I want her. With her lip caught between my teeth as I swallow her moans, I can actually find enjoyment out of her.

She ruins that by pulling back.

"Lykan," she says, her voice soft in the quiet night air. "Let me ask you something."

"What is it, human," I reply gruffly, always on guard around her. It's difficult not to be; her presence sets off a strange mix of emotions within me.

"You want me, don’t you?" Her eyes search mine, and I notice how bright they are in the dim moonlight. It’s almost enough to distract me from her cocky attitude.

I grunt in response, but inside, I feel a warmth I haven't experienced in a long time. A desire I thought I had buried deep within myself. As if drawn by an invisible force, I lean down, and our lips meet in another fierce, powerful kiss.

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