Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 52 He Wants To F*inger F*uck Me.
As they stood outside the window, I walked through the door with the food in my h*and, aware of their prying eyes. The cold air made my n*ipples e*rect, and I felt a bit embarrassed. I couldn’t help but feel nervous now that the moment had arrived. Turning on the lantern, I noticed him slowly waking up. It seemed like he had passed out from starvation the previous night.
Wolvin had informed us that elves eat a lot, which probably explained why he had slept for so many hours. His energy must be depleted.
“Princess Genevieve!” he exclaimed, saying my name in his most melodic yet high-pitched voice.
“Good morning,” I greeted him, slowly placing the food on the ground and rubbing my palms together to ward off the cold. The cabin felt more like a storeroom, but if they were calling it a cabin, so would I.
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“Ahhmmm! Is this food?” he inquired, observing me as I emerged from the darkness and nodded in response. His gaze finally settled on me, and an instant urge to hide my body rushed through me. I tried to look around, taking as much time as possible before mustering the courage to return my gaze to him.
And there he was, still looking at me. “I made it for you,” I mumbled, flashing an awkward smile. As I began to open the food boxes, I noticed him sitting calmly in a cross-legged style.
“Here!” I brought the sandwich near his l*ips, and he made deep eye contact with me before taking a bite from it. It almost felt like he wasn’t just eating the sandwich, but savoring my skin.
“So, you’re an elf. I’m sorry that I never knew your kind existed,” I initiated a conversation, trying to keep it normal instead of directly asking him about his purpose here and who had hired him.
“It’s alright. It must be h*ard living in such a beautiful body. I can assure you, if I were you, I wouldn’t know anything but myself as well,” he replied, and I couldn’t tell if he was complimenting me for my beauty or subtly calling me a b*rat.
I couldn’t help but gulp as he whispered, “Your skin is so soft, and it radiates such a bright energy.” I tried to act as if I wasn’t noticing his flirtatious words, but his attention made me feel a mix of excitement and unease. Ignoring my emotions, I offered him another bite of the sandwich.
This time, he took a bigger bite, reaching out to make his l*ips brush against my f*inger. His soft t*ongue lightly grazed my skin as he licked it entirely. I instinctively pulled my h*and back, trying to make it appear like a natural movement.
“Mmm! I have never tasted something so delicious before,” he uttered in a soft tone.
Despite his compliments, the way he kept staring at me and speaking in whispers made me feel somewhat uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I tried to maintain my composure.
“Since I am such a dingbat, why don’t you tell me about your kind?” I suggested, sitting down in front of him. I placed my h*ands in my lap, adjusting my dress to make sure it didn’t slide up, as I was conscious that he might steal a glance of my p*anties.
“I am a humanoid elf, which means- more like how werewolves are half humans and half wolves. I am half-elf and half-human. Unlike regular elves, I don’t carve weapons either. My mixed heritage gives me a unique job. I don’t have a surname, and we don’t live with our families. Whenever a humanoid elf is born, we are sent to the groupies, where we grow up and learn everything. I also need years to live, so I buy them,” he shared, his words filled with a sense of happiness and openness as he spoke to me.
Hence, called a gossiper.
“How did you end up with such raw and raggedy mates? You’re so gentle and— do you mind if I say the word—” he paused, leaving me curious about what he was going to say.
“No! I don’t mind,” I giggled, hoping to put him at ease.
“So s*exy and delicious,” he finally revealed, causing my cheeks to turn red at his bold compliment.
“Hm! Well, thank you. I don’t think I am that special,” I nervously pulled my hair behind my ear and looked away. “You are the most gorgeous girl we have seen,” he stated, and I turned to face him again, curious about his words.
“We?” I frowned, seeking clarification.
“We gossip, remember?” his charming way of speaking made his compliments feel sincere. His words made me feel special. Wolvin did mention that they don’t lie unless it’s about revealing who hired them and why.
“Huh! If I were your mate, I would have —may I say it?” he asked again, and I gulped, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. I nodded while shaking a bit in my skin.
“I would have gently pressed my f*inger on your chest, drowning it down to lower this piece of fabric and reveal your b*reasts, your pointy n*ipples that want attention, that want someone to s*uck them until they go numb. I would have f*ingered you so h*ard that you would have released your juice all over my h*and. My t*ongue would have penetrated every inch of your p*ussy and my d*ick–,” as he continued to talk, I felt my throat getting dry.
“The details are very… ex-plicit,” I pretended to be turned on, even though I wasn’t. Hearing all these things about myself made me more embarrassed, especially with my mates peering through the window.
“Huh! But your mates treat you so unwell,” he commented, shaking his h*ead in disapproval. He then gestured for me to give him juice. I grabbed the glass and brought it near his l*ips, making him drink. Throughout the interaction, he maintained unbroken eye contact with me.
“So, you do know about me. It saddens me that you never thought of coming out and saying hello to me,” I pouted, using the softest tone to the point that he almost choked on the juice.
“I—could never. I was told not to come in front of you,” he murmured, not realizing that he was slowly revealing the truth.
“Whoever this person is, you listened to them but didn’t care about accompanying me? Since you have been following me, you must have seen me cry and be all alone. Why didn’t you come out to accompany me?” I probed, trying to see if he would deny following me, but he didn’t.
“I wish I could. Do you think I would not have come out and hugged you, hidden you in my arms—” he started to describe how i*ntimate he could be with me once more, but suddenly, a loud bang against the door interrupted our conversation. I instantly knew that one of my mates had decided to ruin my plan.