Backing away does me no good, my back is to the wall in one step. I whimper in fear, feeling so small and powerless. Sharp fingernails tip the ends of his long fingers. One presses to the soft area beneath my chin.
"You should have been a good little human and stopped thinking." The sharp nail scrapes down my neck. He acted as though its easy to be braindead and spend days watching the Kardashians or honeybuttbutt. Theres a fucking world out there that doesn't live on alcohol and energy drinks. "We will have loads of fun with you, now. And soon we'll have your beloved Sir." He spoke Sir's name with contempt. It's one thing to assume me dumb, but to disrespect Sir is too far.
I realize it might make me a bad mate, but I have no choice but to cry out for the werewolf who claimed me. You might be more caring of your own mate, but I'm not you, and Sir is in danger.
It doesn't take long for Mr Porter's howl to answer.
"You think that was clever?" The Fae's Cheshire grin has my hand raising to slap him.
A crash hits the door. The whole building shakes. Another slam and splinters fly from the door. A long crack goes up the wall and the Fae falls forward against me. He doesn't hesitate to whip his cock out.
Yeah, that's right, a building's about to collapse and a Fae has time to whip it out. You're not a fucking fae, so it won't make sense to you. Go watch a reality show because they're so true to fucking life.
His cock is certainly comparable to the werewolf's who is currently yanking the broken door from the hinge.
