Page 49 of Cut of the Dark Elf's Blade

Gods, fear does look delicious on her. I can’t wait to see it up close.

I slip out of the alcove I was hidden in, sticking to the shadows as I slink toward her. Neveah’s body is stiff, her muscles tense like she knows I’m coming after her. Good.

I love the hunt almost as much as I love catching my little prey. Coming up behind her, building the anticipation just before I grip her in my palms, fills me with a thrill I never could have anticipated.

My eyes take in her figure as she bends forward, picking something up off the floor. Her body is too perfect for this fucked up world. It makes me want to break her, to drag her down to my demented level.

I might get that chance today.

Neveah turns around just as I step up behind her, and I catch her around her throat, slamming her against the wall next to the rack of practice swords. Neveah’s eyes go wide, her pupils blown wide, and my cock jerks in response.

An image flashes through my mind of her face coated in my cum, her eyes just as wide, and I let out a low growl. I want to make it a reality – once she is worthy of it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She doesn’t even fight my hold. She swallows against my hand, her arms limp at her side. “Learning to fight.”

I lean in close, my teeth gritted as rage blinds me. “It looked like you were letting someone else touch what ismine.”

Her cheeks blush a beautiful red, and I push my hips into her unconsciously. I want to rip her clothes away, to watch her skin turn red under my hands and mouth.

But first, she needs to learn.

“It was just training.”

I tighten my hand around her throat, leaning closer so that my lips brush against her ear. “He needs to touch you to train?” I inhale deeply, hating that I can smell him on her. It’s very light, but I know my brother well enough to place the scent. “You need to press your body into his to learn?” My fingers grow tighter, and I know she can’t breathe now. “You can’t swing a sword on your own?”

“No,” she chokes out, her body starting to squirm. As she tries to fight for space to breathe, she grinds against my cock, and I grow harder.

“No,what?” My rage is blinding me, as is my throbbing erection, and I want to bury myself inside of her.

But only good little sluts get that and Neveah has been anything but.

She coughs, her lips turning blue, and I lean back to snarl in her face. “No, you can’t help yourself? No, you can’t train without another man’s touch?”

I’ll let her breathe when she deserves it.

“No, I don't want him.” The words barely make it out of her constricted throat, and my pulse pounds through my temple.

“Liar.”

She shakes her head, her lips parting like she’s going to beg for mercy but no words come out. Neveah’s eyes start to roll back in her head, and I jerk her toward me, forcing her to focus.

“You let him near you. And you have to pay for that.”

I drop her, and Neveah crumbles to the ground, coughing and sputtering as she reaches for her throat. I step away from her, walking toward the rack of practice swords and running my hands over the handles.

“If you think he can teach you to fight me off, you’re wrong. I taught him his tricks. He could never beat me.”

“I don’t,” she wheezes, and I spin around to glare at her.

“Then what were you doing?”

She sits back on her knees, her throat red and blotchy, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Fuck, she looks like a gods damn vision, and I almost drop my pants right there and truly suffocate her.

“You made me realize how defenseless I am.” She winces as she swallows and again I want to take advantage of her bruised throat. But her words grip me.

“You were lyi–”