Laying next to Des felt strange. It felt nice not being alone at night. But the moment my sexual excitement returned, he grumbled. The words were low and harsh. Only one word was understood. "Go."
Hurt be the rejection, I slunk down the hall and down to the crawlspace beneath the house. But I needed to be close to Des. He was magnetic. Even moreso every moment I was near him.
The next morning, after he left, I immediately rushed up to lay in my old bed, taking in the fresh smell of him. Touching myself as I imagined his rough hands. How good they felt when they smacked my mound.
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I spent most of the day hiding from my mother, fearful she heard me with Des. But with the nights louder since the fae arrived, it wouldn't be out of the norm.
She didn't bother with telling me to hide when Des returned. I was caught off guard when he stepped into the kitchen, nostrils flaring. Made worse by the two new fae that stepped in after him. Both of which also had the look of smelling something.
Maybe it was the meal mother was cooking, but his glare was set on me. Tingles shot to my core.
He sat at the table, the heated stare didn't let up. The other two did the same. I turned to go down beneath the floor.
"Sit," Des ordered, curt.
My swallow caught in my throat as I turned. How could he be so sexy and frightening?
He pulled a chair next to him. Luckily not touching either of the others who were across from me. They were just as appealing to look at.
I sat where he ordered, silent and unable to meet his green eyes. His hand shot beneath my dress, prodding my wet slit. Embarrassment flooded me as I noted how the other two watched.