The Elfbitten Trilogy by Leila Bryce Sin Page A

leaning my shoulders back against the wall so that I could still people watch. When the crowd shifted, I even caught sight of Roxy and her dance partners. She was with a man and a woman. From the looks of it, the man was the fairy she’d danced with earlier (although it was hard to be sure) and the woman was an elf, but it was hard to tell from their position.
    Roxy’s back was to the fairy; he was bracing her body as she arched backwards, holding on to his hands for balance. Her shoulders were pressed into his chest, her breasts jiggling as she squirmed. At some point, she’d lost her skirt, now only wearing the lace up sandals. The elf girl was on her knees in front of Roxy, her face buried between her thighs. The points of her ears were just high enough to be seen over the curve of Roxy’s thigh. If her rich, dark hair was any indication, she was a Shadow Elf, her fair skin almost glowing in the dark club. Her hips were as round and welcoming as her perky breasts, tiny pale pink nipples hard and trembling as she worked at Roxy. The air around them shimmered with magic, giving them a soft quality even as the elf girl sucked on Roxy’s clit and shook her head roughly, making Roxy howl in delight. I watched as she lapped hungrily at Roxy, her hand reaching up to plunge two fingers deep inside Roxy, frantically working at her.
    “Insatiable, isn’t she?” a vaguely familiar voice asked across the table. I jumped in my seat, a squeak escaping my mouth in fright.
    “Gods be damned, you scared the shit out of me,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest, keeping my heart from bursting out.
    “Terribly sorry,” Andre said, but I could hear from the tone in his voice he wasn’t sorry in the least. As a matter of fact, he sounded amused. I glared at him across the table. He was sitting in a perfect mirror image of me, except he had one knee bent.
    “Listen, Andy, if you’re stalking me,” I started, but his chuckle cut me off.
    “Taryn,” my name rolled from his lips, “ you joined me .”
    “What?”
    “I was sitting here first,” he explained, inclining his head slightly towards the dim light in the middle of the booth. His soft curls tumbled forward, catching blue in the light.
    “I, uh,” I stammered, blinking stupidly. “I thought the booth was empty.” I started to scoot towards the open end of the booth to leave.
    “Please, stay,” he said it like a request, but it sounded like a command. The words struck a cord deep inside of me like a ringing bell and I stilled my motions. I glanced towards the dance floor, but the crowd had shifted again and I couldn’t see Roxy anymore. I noticed no one looked our way; waitresses didn’t even stop to check on us as they walked by.
    “Okay,” I said slowly, suddenly missing my lost shirt. As a general rule, fae creatures don’t understand the concept of feeling self-conscious, but with a vampire leering at you, you can’t help but want to cover up.
    “Your perfume is,” he paused and inhaled deeply, just as he had in the hallway, “intoxicating.” I knew he was talking about the scent of my blood from the bite mark on my shoulder, but I didn’t correct him.
    “Thank you,” I whispered. I turned in my seat and set my feet on the floor, letting the table cover me a little.
    “Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.
    “No,” I said too quickly, rising to the bait. In the next moment, I felt a rush of air and he was on my side of the booth before I saw him move. He was looming over me, pressing me back into the booth so that I was looking up at him. His nose was touching mine he was so close. Bracing himself on the bench and the table, he held his body off of mine for the most part. When I fell back, I had instinctively drawn my feet up and bent my knees, where he was happily situated now.
    “Maybe I scare you a little then,” he breathed the surprisingly warm words over my cheek. I tried to swallow past the sand