Chapter 392

“Look at his fur.”

“It looks so soft,”

“He smells like the forest.”

“| wonder if he tastes like the forest.” The twins continue their assessment of Alexander while he sits and stares back at them, enjoying the attention.

“| bet he’s warm.”

“So warm.” They flit close enough that Alexander reaches out and licks one of them from toes to hairline.

As | watch, she shivers in what | can only describe as ecstasy.

“Oh, sister, | feel.....delicious.”

“What??” Her twin exclaims before turning to Alexander.

“Lick me! Lick me!”

And he does, this time going a bit slower. Her body has the same type of shivering convulsions.

“You're so right, sister. It feels...”

“Delicious.” They say in unison, their voices quiet and breathy as if they just had the most incredible orgasm of their lives.

“What about you Lady Luna Grace?” Funichio asks me.

“What about me?” | ask, having no idea what he means but not having any intention of being licked.

“Would you mind me sinking my teeth into your fleshy bum?” He licks his lips but rather than being lascivious, it's comical. His eyes have moved to my ass and he’s looking at it like it’s the most tantalizing thing he’s ever seen.

Eli growls in warning, causing Fanella to whimper and shiver in pleasure as Funichio looks at him, his eyes widening.

“If you sink your teeth into me, | think Alpha Eli will sink his teeth into you.” tell him, meaning it as a gentle warning. However, that’s not how he takes it.

“Oh, do you think so?” Now he’s licking his lips looking at Eli. | bite down har on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Funichio leans into m as if he’s going to whisper, but it’s the same loud whisper that children do when they don’t realize how loud they are being.

“Because | swing both ways. I'd be happy to have Sir Alpha Eli sink his teeth into me.

I'm not sure which is funnier, the look of utter adulation on Funichio’s face or the absolute horror on Eli’s. Now, it’s Carlos’s turn to laugh.

“Will he let us touch him?” The twins ask me, looking at Alexander.

| turn and look at him. “They can touch me.” He tells me in the mind link.

“Yes.” | say and before | can say any more, they have flown to him, running their fingers over the fur on his face.

“So soft.”

“So warm.” They say before burrowing into his fur.

Amoment later, | watch as his face changes abruptly and his body jerks, a growl leaving his lips.

“Did you just fucking shoot your load in front of everyone?” Eli snarls at him, his nostrils flaring.

Through the mind link, Alexander is stuttering. “I....1 didn’t....l mean...”

“It's not his fault.” One of the twins says, coming out of his fur.

“We wanted to return the favor.” The other ones says, joining her sister.

“Maybe he'll want to lick us again.”

“Soon!”

“Yes, very soon.”

I can tell Eli is about out of patience with these crazy sprites. So, | try once more to redirect the conversation away from their infatuation with our species.

“So, you live in the forest?” | ask.

“Yes, we watch.

“And listen.”

“We want to be friends with the wolves.”

“But we are afraid of them.”

“You do not need to be afraid of us. We are friends with King Ailduin, and we mean you no harm. But | will warn you, you must respect the mate bond of the wolves. No playing with wolves that are mated.”

#15 BONOS ‘We would never!”

“We respect the bonds of love.”

“We want the love of a wolf.” One twin says sadly.

“One that wants us to be theirs, forever.” The other twin says. Oh boy, | hope Alexander knows what he’s gotten himself into with these two.

“Have you seen any other supernatural creatures?” Eli asks.

“Yes. Vampires.”

“Nasty creatures.”

“Blood suckers.”

“Parasites.”

“But they don’t bother us, no they don't.”

“Our lifeline is made of something other than blood.”

I'm starting to get a headache with the constant shifting of conversation from one sprite to another.

“Any others?” Carlos asks.

“Some nasty humans, but your wolves have scared them off.

Fanella is nodding. “Hunters.”

“Yes, with bows and arrows and knives.”

“Nasty creatures.”

“Murderers.”

“Would you be willing to warn us if you see hunters in your forest again?” | ask them.

“We would be honored to guard the territory of the Guardian and her wolves.” Funichio says to me, very seriously. That’s not exactly what | was asking, but it'll do, for now.

“Is there anything we can do to return the favor?” | ask, afraid | already know the answer.

“Oh, we’d love it if we could spend time with your wolves.” He says, and yep, that’s what | was afraid of.

+15 BONOS