Page 10 of Triplets for the Dark Elf
“Beautiful,” he says when he resurfaces. “You taste divine.”
I chuckle, feeling weak-limbed as he wipes his face with the nearby blanket, then tosses it towards the stairs. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he growls. “I have to have you right now.”
His pupils are blown wide, the violet of the iris nearly eclipsed by the inky blackness of his pupils. I shift, spreading my legs wider for him, accommodating his muscular frame.
As he starts to enter me, his hands grip my hips tightly, though not quite tight enough to bruise. His scent envelops me, primal, musky and spicy—enough to send my senses into overdrive. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
His cock presses inside slowly, inch by slow inch. I want to hurry him along but I also want to be good for him, be his good girl. It’s hard to wait, after waiting so long already. I claw at his shoulders, desperate for our bodies to be fully connected but he moves my hands, lifting them over my head to pin them into place on top of one decorative pillow.
“I want to savor this,” he says, near breathless from holding back. “I want to enjoy this moment.”
My heart melts at his words. It’s one thing to see the flames of his desire in his eyes, but he’s laying himself bare before me. This isn’t just a one-night-stand to him. Nor me. This is the start of something between us.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he’s fully sheathed inside me and our bodies are pressed tightly together.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I tell him, breathing through the flash of pain as a burst of pleasure ricochets through my body. I’ve never really done this before but I know the general mechanics.
But this is nothing like what I imagined. It’s so muchbetter. His cock pulses inside me as he starts to thrust in and out of my tight hole, my body responding in kind. We’re moving in a languid rhythm, his hips circling in small, tight movements, his finger trailing down to rub at my bud in the same manner.
I feel the arousal building and building inside me as I get closer, his body working in and out at a faster tempo. Miothro’s eyes gaze down into mine, holding my gaze. “You are just...so beautiful, Annalise,” he whispers. That’s all it takes before I’m climaxing, calling out his name as my body falls right over the edge.
“So perfect,” he cries out as he thrusts hard and fast. “Annalise!”
He’s crying out as he tips over the edge himself, filling me up with warm, thick seed. It’s got me climbing to the top so fast that it makes my head spin when I find myself climaxing once again. “Yes!” I cry out.
Miothro catches my lips in another kiss as we both come down from our high. I find myself welling up unexpectedly. I don’t know why but the moment just feels so right, so perfect and I’m flooded with a plethora of emotions.
Laying my head on his chest as we cuddle, I listen to his heartbeat, feeling so thoroughly relaxed and content.
I really think I could fall in love with this man.
6
MIOTHRO
“Hello, little lumiola,” I call out as I enter the shop. Annalise looks up, a smile on her face that threatens to rip my heart from my chest. I can’t stop smiling too whenever I see her.
After that first night, things didn’t get awkward as I feared. If anything, they got even better. I found myself flirting more freely with her and hardly getting any work done because all I want to do is be with her when I’m in the shop.
And the sex! We’ve tried it in so many ways and so many places in and around the shop. In her little cottage, in the loft above the shop, between the bookshelves, in my bed, on my counters...we’re careful not to do it anywhere we might get caught and we’re also careful to be respectful of my other workers but we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
It’s soeasyto be with Annalise. She’s witty, clever, fun, and knows how to get me to relax, to be less uptight. I know that I can be a bit buttoned-up but I seem to lose my shirt entirely when I’m with her.
“Hello, my big, manly stud,” Annalise teases back. She knows how much that makes me blush but she does it anyway. I pretend to be busy checking out a display of fine feather quills up front for a moment to calm my racing heart.
“Shh,” I tell her when I know my cheeks are no longer heated. “Someone might hear you.”
“That’s too bad. Then they won’t know what a big, manly stud you are,” she says with a giggle. It takes all my effort not to let my cheeks flame up again and I manage to look at her with a straight face.
The bell rings before I can reply and a messenger comes in, carrying a gilded letter on a small silver tray.
“Hello,” he bows to me and holds the tray out. I look down and realize it’s my formal invitation to my brother’s mating ceremony. I knew it was coming up soon but I’d more or less forgotten about it after being so caught up in my little bubble here with Annalise.
I take it and open it up, scanning it over. They request my presence in one week’s time at the farmstead, blah blah...it’s all very straightforward. Annalise is busy straightening the shelves when I turn around so I don’t know if she saw the invitation.
Should I ask her to come with me? This relationship is still very new but it’s important to me. I want her to be with me but what if she doesn’t want to be seen with a dark elf? After...after what happened to me, I’d rather not ruin this relationship by pressing for too much, too soon.
What if she thinks that I don’t want her with me because I’m ashamed of her, though? If I don’t tell her, I risk her thinking I don’t want her around in public with me.