The dagger always seemed to do that around me.
Interesting.
I staggered back, my connection to his emotions still open, his grief an infection swimming in my veins. “You can’t hurt me. You can’t hurt anyone.” I closed our connection, freeing myself from his toxic sorrow.
Curse me for my curiosity.
Curse me for behaving this way.
The elf went to sit on the bed.
I forced him to stand.
“Why did you want me to eat with the others?” he asked, face tight with anger.
“Because you have to eat. You’re a mortal.”
He snorted. “Thanks for the reminder.” He cleared his throat. “It pissed them off.”
“Is that so?” I clenched my jaw, remembering the voices from this morning.
His lips spread into a cocky smirk. “Yeah. Not a bunch of happy bunnies.” The filth sniffed, smugness spreading over his aesthetics. “They hate you.”
“Be quiet.”
His mouth clamped shut, but he rolled his eyes. He folded his arms, sighing through his nose.
“I’m taking a bath.”
He let out a grumpy grunt, his nostrils flaring.
With Layla’s final moments bursting into my mind, I grabbed him again, flinging him onto my bed.
He bounced, his mouth opening to release a yelp.
Consumed with rage, I leaped onto him, pinning him to the mattress by the throat.
“You love choking me, huh?” he rasped around my grip.
I lowered my face to his.
So close…
“I’ve heard enough from your mouth,” I retorted with soft malice.
He writhed beneath me, his leg brushing my swollen cock. Despite my anger, it stayed hard.
“Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” He smirked again, throwing fuel on my inner fires. “Think of your bestie as the preview of what’s to come.”
He spat in my face, saliva oozing over my lips.
Tastes like honey…
With a roar, I shoved off him, speeding to the foot of the bed. I was beyond furious, disgusted by my hardness, by his corrupting presence.
I licked his spit off me, honey caressing my tastebuds.
Disgusting…
