Page 9 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

“Fuck me like you mean it!” She’s breathless as she cries out, her head tipping back and digging into the brick.

“I told you,” I snap, jerking her forward by her throat without stopping my motions. Her lips just softly brush against mine, and I dig my other hand into the underside of her thigh. “To shut the fuck up.”

I capture her mouth with mine, our tongues warring for dominance as our hips fight for more speed and friction. She nips at my lip too hard, and my hand flies from her throat to her hair, wrenching her head back.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She only grins, satisfied with herself. So I pull her off my cock, and it’s my turn to smirk when her face falls. “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get left wanting.”

Cyra drops her legs and I let her go so that she’s standing in front of me, my hand still fisting her hair. I see the moment her eyes light up and her hand whips out, grasping my cocking and tugging at it harshly. My knees buckle as I groan and I jerk her hair back painfully when she chuckles.

“Do you really want to miss the opportunity to fill me up with your cum?”

My balls jerk at her words and I can’t take it. With only a fistful of hair, I twist her around, and press her cheek into the wall. “Another word and you won’t get the luxury,” I tell her. Then I slam into her and we both groan.

My free arm locks around her waist, pushing her back flush to my front and tightening her abdomen around my cock. Her walls flutter, and I slide my hand from her hair back around to her throat.

Gentler this time, I squeeze the base, tipping her head back against my shoulder so her face isn’t rutting into the wall of the building. With her thighs squeezed together and my body locking her in place, she is so fucking tight. I’m honestly shocked how good she feels.

For a moment, I let myself forget how much I hate this awful woman with her loud mouth and self-assured demands. Instead, I let my body enjoy how damn good the sex is as I tilt my head down to watch her tits bounce.

Her hands are splayed out on my thighs, gripping me as I bend her forward slightly. Maybe I should have thought better of screwing her in an alleyway lest other dark elves wander by and get the wrong idea. But I can’t bring myself to care. Not when it feels like this.

Cyra whimpers, and I lean in to press a kiss to her throat, raking my teeth along her skin. It makes her moan louder, and I know now why she won’t speak. She doesn’t want to lose the chance of an orgasm.

I can feel she's close and while I want to tease her, I’m not sure how long I would hold out. So, instead, I slide my arm down her torso until my fingers find her throbbing clit. Her knees buckle, and a broken plea escapes her lips. It sounds so damn good that I let it go, rubbing the pearl in tight circles as her breathing stutters.

Her nails dig into my forearms as her whole body clenches, and a guttural cry breaks free of her. It’s enough to make me come, even if I wasn’t already so close and her body wasn’t squeezing the absolute life out of me.

I remember her words from earlier, the visual sending a streak of heat down my spine, and I close my eyes, my hips continuing to move as I fill her. I slam deep as the last of my climax comes over me, giving her clit a pinch so that she mewls, her walls fluttering and dragging the last of my cum out.

Slowly, I pull out, my hands sliding back to her hips to watch as I seep out from between her legs. It shouldn’t turn me on so much, but fuck it does. I want to drive into her again.

But then her voice breaks through my thoughts, ruining the moment. “Get a good look?”

I grunt and she pulls away as I stand up, lacing my pants back and straightening my tunic. She slips the flimsy waitress outfit back on, doing nothing about our joint arousal pouring down her legs, and starts strutting off.

I blink, stunned that that’s it, but then she pauses just before she steps out of the alleyway. Cocking her head to the side, I can see the grin tugging at her lips as she says. “I hope so because I don’t do repeats. Try not to get too attached to me, hockass.”

And then she’s gone, and I’m left with a mix of feelings I don’t even know how to comprehend.

6

CYRA

You’d think after four days, I’d get that night out of my head. But fuck, it’s all I can think about. I’ve never had anyone fuck me like that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more of him.

Even right now, I can feel Lykan’s eyes on me. The music, the customers, it’s all been drowned out by the sound of his deep grunts echoing in my ears. My skin heats from both the thought and the feeling of his gaze following me across the theater.

“Get a good look?” I mutter as I pass by him, daring to cut my eyes at him. There’s no bite to my words, like there normally would be. Instead, it almost sounds flirty to my ears.

I expect him to snap at me like he usually does. In fact, my body is already tensing with the expectation of it. But then I hear him growl so lowly that no one else could possibly hear it, “Not enough.”

Heat shoots down my spine, and my step stutters for a moment. But then I keep walking, ignoring his comment and the way my body is reacting to it.

The rest of the night goes like that, just like the last three. The entire shift, my body is on autopilot. I deliver drinks that I don’t remember asking for, I smile and nod without even realizing it.

My mind is too focused on the dark elf against the wall who doesn’t once take his gaze off of me. I peek over at him repeatedly, my stomach flipping every time I meet his eyes.

It’s a relief when we finally close.

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