I wasn’t sure why him biting me didn’t seem to bother me as much as unprotected sex. However, since we were on the topic of dubious consent, “I’m hoping you’re clean and snipped?” I gave an awkward smile as I gazed down at us.
Curiously, he laughed at that, a tense thing.
“I am,” he said as he let me down and we slowly disengaged. “Sort of.”
Sort of?
That wasn’t good enough. I was about to ask, when he held up a hand. “I said I’d explain everything and I will, but we should probably get dressed, in case anyone wanders by.” He seemed quite intent on this, starting to dress immediately. He almost looked afraid.
I pulled on my sweatpants, then the cami. It hit me only then that I was trapped in this world with only what I was wearing, which didn’t even include underwear.
I’d need some new clothes… soon.
This whole situation was messed up. Though, I was so blissed out and chill after that stunning orgasm that I didn’t really care.
“So…?” I said, leaning back against the tree.
“I know you have a lot of questions. Let me start with… what we just did.”
I still couldn’t quite believe I’d done that, given how wild and unprotected we’d been. I raised a brow as he continued.
He sighed heavily.
“For whatever reason, fate’s played a cruel trick on us. Abond has formed between us, which will draw us together again and again.”
I hadso manyquestions, but I waited for him to finish.
“That’s why you probably feel comfortable around me, accepting.” Were others not accepting? “And it will make us want to… have sex… a lot. Sorry.”
He didn’t have to apologise. The sex part had been spectacular. It had even soothed my aching body, the rush of blissful chemicals still surging through me. I didn’t have a clue what was happening, but at least I felt good about it.
Confused but good.
“But you can’t tell anyone about us or the bond,” he added.
Wait, what? Sorry?
I opened my mouth to ask why, but he rushed on.
“What we just did isillegal,” he hissed.
You know theblue screen of deathon a computer? That’s what my brain did.
Error 404 – brain not responding.
My mouth hung open and I sighed out a long, “Ahhhhhhhh?”
Myel sighed. “Sorry I know this is a lot.”
No shit!
“Maybe I should start at the beginning?”
Yes please.
“The quick version is: here in the fae realm the elves run everything and they like order, everything in its place. That includes people. Mating outside your species is generally forbidden, those who do get exiled. Some dalliances outside your own kind are permitted for some races, as long as both parties are protected. But for low caste folk like me,anyrelations with another species is punishable by death. That goes double for us shifters. Elves don’t really care for us.”
“Shifter?” I’d read enough romance novels to be familiar with the term.
