Page 76 of Ella's Masquerade
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d probably be fine with it. But the words? Out loud? Sounds like a cheesy romance movie.”
“Pretty sure you mean porn, darling.”
My eyes widened. “Fae watch porn?”
He gifted me with another of those amused sounds, the kind that made my heart skip a beat. “Oh, Ella. We’re supernatural beings who thrive on blood and sex. What do you think?”
“I think I want you to share your stash.”
He glanced sideways at me, then refocused on the road, his neighborhood a few streets away. “I’d rather demonstrate my learnings. Personally.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t going to turn that offer down. “But only after another milkshake.” I’d been craving one all day—something I never thought would happen after watching him make the first one. However, they’d become a part of my daily diet. Tray suspected it was a result of my fae side making up for lost time.
My powers were growing, too. I felt them simmering beneath the surface, my control a continued learning experience.
“Deal,” Tray agreed, releasing my leg. “However, I require you to drink it naked. Consider it yourpunishment.”
I snorted. “Sounds like something that’ll punish you more than me, so sure.”
His lips curled. “We’ll see.”
“Indeed we will.”
Turned out, it was a punishment for us both.
One we thoroughly enjoyed.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ella
One Month Later
Freshman attendedthe Holiday Ball in December.
Seniors attended the Winter Ball in early February.
The similarities between the two made tonight perfect for what we had planned.
“Wow,” Tray breathed from the doorway, his eyes roaming over my black gown and the slit running up my left leg to the middle of my thigh. It was one of the most risqué outfits I’d ever worn, hugging my figure in all the right places and dipping low into my cleavage.
It was the kind of dress a supermodel wore to a fancy gala or a celebrity event.
And it was perfect for tonight.
“You really are like a fairy guardian, Tray,” I teased him, thinking of the conversation we had after Homecoming. Because once again, he’d chosen the gown, and this was my favorite one yet.
“Fuck fairies,” he scoffed, sauntering into the room in a sinful black suit. “I’m all fae, baby.” He wrapped his palm around the back of my neck, tugging me toward him for a long, sensual kiss.
“My fae,” I murmured, smiling.
“Your fae,” he agreed, angling his mouth over mine.
He tasted like fresh mint. I dipped my tongue inside, indulging myself in more as I clutched his shoulders.Mmm, I could do this all night.
Me, too,he agreed.But we’ll miss the dance.
And what a shame that would be,I thought, unable to hold back my sarcasm.
