Free Claimed by the Elven King: Part Two by Cristina Rayne

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CLAIMED BY THE ELVEN KING
    PART TWO
     
     
    CRISTINA RAYNE
    The characters and events
portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living
or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
     
    Copyright © 2014 Cristina
Rayne
    All Rights Reserved
     
    No part of this book may
be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by
any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise,
without express written permission of the author.
     
     
     
    Table of Contents
     
    CHAPTER ONE
    CHAPTER TWO
    CHAPTER
THREE
    CHAPTER FOUR
    CHAPTER FIVE
    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
    Confusion was quickly becoming the norm for me upon awakening as I once
again found myself with no clue about what was going on for those first couple
of minutes after opening my eyes. Then I realized that the unfamiliar room I
was in really wasn’t so unfamiliar, and I bolted up in bed, looking around for
Sethian but not really surprised when I found myself alone for the second time
in a row.
    For a long moment, my memories of before I had fallen asleep were hazy,
like I was trying to see something clearly out of the corner of my eye. Then
after a while of hard thinking, I was pretty sure that we had made love—if
nothing else, the fact that I woke up naked, along with my still-throbbing vagina
and sore nipples, confirmed my fragmented memories of riding him. Had I passed
out during the act? It had almost happened before, so it was completely
possible.
    I grimaced. How embarrassing if that turned out to be true!
    A folded piece of clothing at the foot of the bed the same color of
blue as the elven king’s robes caught my eye, and I wasted no time in slipping
it on, though dealing with the multitude of ties along the side were somewhat
aggravating. Despite all we had already done, the last thing I wanted was for
Sethian to suddenly walk into the room and find me naked. Nudity was all good
and well while having sex, but I could only imagine how vulnerable I would feel
trying to have a normal conversation with him while only he was fully clothed
and leering down at me. Not that I’ve ever seen him leer…
    I ended up leaving the bottom three ties undone out of frustration and
made my way over to the door Sethian had entered through, wondering with a sick
feeling at the pit of my stomach whether or not it was locked. There was
another door on the other side of the bed that either led to a closet or
bathroom, so keeping me locked in was completely plausible.
    My hand hesitated briefly over the handle before I mentally berated
myself for being such a wuss and grabbed it with more force than was necessary.
Even so, I almost went weak in the knees with relief when the handle turned
easily, and with a soft click , the door opened.
    Feeling almost like a prowler, I stuck my head through the partially
opened door and peered into the room beyond, not really sure what I was so
nervous about finding. From what I could see, it was a large, high-ceilinged
room filled with several cream-colored couches in the center that were
bookended by a couple of small tables with a pair of rather ornate and old
fashioned-looking lamps resting in the center of each. Several wooden,
high-backed chairs were pushed up along one of the walls. A sitting/living room
by the looks of it.
    Pushing the door open farther, I cautiously stepped into the room,
half-expecting someone to jump out at me like some sort of cheesy horror movie,
but not a soul was in the room, the only sounds my shallow breaths and the
rapid beating of my heart thrumming in my ears. There was a door across the
room directly facing the bedroom door, and two others on the left and right. To
the left was also a large picture window that was covered by only a couple of
thin, nearly transparent white curtains.
    I made a beeline to the windows and pushed the curtains aside.