Free The Elfbitten Trilogy by Leila Bryce Sin Page B

a smear of blood on my neck. I sighed, shaking my head that was probably the culprit of my amnesia. Well that and the half a bottle of liquor I consumed with Roxy. I thought back to the Hunter and his invitation to another dance should we meet again and promised myself that would not happen. Ah, piecrust promises always sound so strong in the morning. I grabbed a makeup remover wipe, deciding my face was more of a mess than my hair, and attacked that first. I didn’t want to run the water and wake my guest before I was ready for him.
         Once I had the knots brushed out of my hair and the fake eyelashes removed, I felt a little more in control. Too bad I didn’t have any clothes in here. I sat back down on the edge of the tub and stared at the door leading to the bedroom, trying to think of just what to do, when he knocked, startling me so much that I fell, the cold tile biting in to my skin as I cursed.
         “Heya, think I could get in there?” he asked through the door in a heavy English accent. I stared at the door in horror. I was not ready to deal with him yet. He knocked again. “Don’t mean to be rude, luv, but I’ve got a kind of situation here.”
         “Goblins,” I cursed under my breath before I pushed up to my feet and reached for the doorknob, turning the lock and pulling the door open.
         “Ah, thanks there, luv.” He smiled at me, his face still showing creases from the pillows, but his eyes were a warm brown. I had to tilt my head all the way back to look up at him, his six feet towering over my five foot one. His skin was fair, making me wonder how long it had been since he’d seen the sun, but nothing detracted from the muscle tone of his body. I knew most fairies and elves were born with bodies humans fought every day to attain, but it looked like he enjoyed working out and had managed to get everything proportionate. I was intimately aware of how close we were standing and the fact that we were both naked, making the bite mark on my shoulder throb encouragingly. It was suddenly very tempting to glance down. I felt my eyes go wide as I struggled to keep looking up.
         “Everythin’ alright?” he asked when I kept staring at him silently. His dark brows pulled together in a frown as he watched my face. “Hey,” he said, reaching a hand for my chin, but I ducked under his hand suddenly and darted into the bedroom. I grabbed the first piece of clothing I could find and clutched it to my chest to cover up. I heard his chuckle at my reaction and then the door closed behind him. I blew out a breath before pulling the shirt over my head. When it hit my knees, I knew it was his, but before I could find anything else to grab, I heard the bathroom door again and made a mad dash out of the room, running down the hall until I hit the living room. I flinched in the bright light and turned for the kitchen, pressing the automatic button on the coffee pot to start percolating. I stood at the counter, bracing myself with both hands, letting my head hang as I tried to slow the beating of my heart.
         “Heya,” he whispered as he slipped up behind me, his hands sliding around my waist. I caught my breath as my whole body jerked in shock. How the hell had a human snuck up on me?
         “You startled me,” I managed when his hands hesitated. He chuckled again, a low throaty sound that rumbled from his chest, and slid his hands around me. His arms were firm and strong as they held me against his warm body. I was relieved to feel the cotton of boxers against the backs of my thighs. He buried his face into the bend of my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair with a sigh. It was all so familiar. I hadn’t moved, still holding onto the counter, staring at the wall in confusion. I felt him tense at my non-reaction before he stood back, pulling his hands away until he caught my hips and turned me around to face him.
         “You want to tell me what’s wrong?” he