DJ was on his own.Įlvi's back was stiff as she descended the stairs once more. Victor's gaze dropped to the keyhole, but he shook his head and turned to follow Elvi. Victor blinked at that, and then asked uncertainly, "Did she grow up on a dairy farm?"Įlvi opened her mouth, closed it again, then threw up her hands and whirled away as Mabel shouted something about stallions and saddles. Oh yes! Oh, DJ! Oh God, yes! Ride me till the cows come home!"
He was rather surprised himself, Victor decided, as Mabel cried, "Harder. She was old enough to know what it was anyway and was-he was sure-just having difficulty believing that her sturdy, grumpy friend could make sounds like that.
He was not explaining what was going on in that room. Victor peered at her with disbelief, then caught his hands behind his back and stared at the hall wall, refusing to meet her gaze. "What are they doing?" Elvi asked uncertainly.
It wasn't exactly every immortal's dream woman. The last thing he would have hoped for was a lifemate who might very well be executed by the council. If Elvi was his lifemate, fate couldn't have handed him a worse hand. If Victor was very lucky, he might get to experience that very thing soon.īriefly, he added on a sigh. The first time with a lifemate was always fast and furious, the pent-up longings and flashpoint passions bursting into flames and burning them both up quickly as they fed on each other's desire. "He works fast," Victor muttered with surprise, and then shrugged. Mouth snapping closed, she spun back to grab the bedroom door, but froze again as Mabel's voice came loud and clear, gasping, "Oh, DJ! God, yes!"īlinking, she released the knob as if it had turned into a snake and stared at the closed door as if she'd never seen it before.Ī growl-definitely DJ's-sounded, almost drowning out the rhythmic squeaking of the antique bed that left them in no doubt as to what was happening beyond the door. "Wait, stop, you'll ruin everything," he hissed, catching up to her and grabbing her arm to stop her outside the bedroom door.Įlvi whirled, mouth open, no doubt to yell at him to let her go, but they both froze at the sudden cry that came through the bedroom door. "What is DJ doing up there?" Anger replaced by concern, Elvi rushed back now, hurrying past him for the stairs, obviously intent on saving Mabel. "That probably wasn't the best way to go about explaining things," Victor muttered. "What? Were you supposed to report back to DJ on what she wears to bed?" "By playing Peeping Tom on Mabel?" she asked with disbelief, flouncing off the stairs in her blue robe and turning into the dining room. "It's not what you think." Victor said as he hurried down the stairs after Elvi.
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