Page 40 of Grimoire Omens

I mean I could, but I wouldn’t. She and I had this thing where we tried not to shove our sex lives in each other’s faces. I didn’t want to hear her groaning and moaning, and she didn’t need to suffer through bed springs creaking and a headboard banging.

As I exited the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I grimaced. I’d forgotten to bring my filched clothing into the bathroom with me. Luckily, a plush terry cloth robe hung on the door. I wrapped myself in it and shuffled to the bedroom looking sexy in my neck-to-ankle bulky robe.

The door to the room had been closed but the drapes pulled wide open. Ulseere stood at the window, staring out.

“Going to stand guard there all night?” I asked as I crawled onto the bed.

“No need. I set wards to watch for aerial threats.”

I paused in the process of pulling the covers over my legs. “If you could do that, then why did you need to sleep in here with me?”

He turned and half of his mouth curved. “Who said I’d be sleeping?”

Be still my pitter-pattering heart. “Hate to break it to you, but there will be no hanky-panky.”

“Are you reneging on your promise?”

I frowned. “What promise? We flirted and hinted we’d have sex. Nothing more.”

“You also said you’d give me oral satisfaction if you caused any issues.”

“What did I do?” I said, only to think of the hooker I’d magic-slapped. “I don’t think that should count. I didn’t intentionally cause trouble. Blame my magic. Better yet, let’s blame the bitch who fucked with my magic instead of teaching me.”

Ulseere unbuckled his belt, which held his sheath, and laid it across the arms of a chair. His jacket followed before he purred, “You would go back on your word?”

Arguing would usually be my thing. However, it occurred to me what he wanted was a blow job. A blow job wouldn’t have me screaming hallelujah or make the bed squeak and I’d get to see the dick of a shadow elf from another dimension.

“You’re right, a promise is a promise. Drop those pants, and let’s see what I’ve got to work with.”

His brow arched. “Not going to keep arguing?”

“Nope.” I popped the p.

He removed his shirt first, and I practically drooled. Muscles and more muscles. Arms too wide for both my hands I’d wager. A belly button that surprised. For some reason I’d not expected an elf to have one. Then again, it wasn’t as if they came from eggs, or so I assumed.

His hands went to his pants next, and as he undid the buttons at his groin, I knelt on the bed and tugged on the sash holding my robe closed.

His cock sprang forward just as the terry cloth slid from my shoulders. I’d like to think the sight of me made him so hard. However, being a guy, likely the thought of my lips on his cock had him excited.

I tilted my head and stared.

His voice emerged rough. “Is looking a part of the blow job?”

My lips curved. “Admiring most definitely is.” He had a beautiful dick, not something you could say about all penises. Long, which I’d kind of expected—and hoped for. Curved slightly on the end, even better. Thick but not so thick I couldn’t handle it. Of more surprise…

“You’re hairless down there.”

“All elves are.”

My brows both lifted. “Really?” I glanced down at my own pubes, trimmed but still hairy. “I’m not.”

“I can see that,” he growled, but not in an angry way. More like a I’m so horny why are we still talking fashion.

I crooked a finger. “Finish taking off those pants then come here and lie down.”

It felt nice to finally give the orders and be obeyed.

Even nicer to have such a fine specimen of man, er elf, in my bed. He lay there, arms tucked under his head, eyes glittering, cock straining.