No, the fuck I would not get in his car so he could drive me off to who knew where and do who knew what. I could barely see past him. Did I say the guy was huge? However, I noticed that there was open land beyond the road and trees. If I could just get to the forest, I could hide under the cover of the trees. Dumb plan, but it was all I had. I just needed to wait until my powers came back.
The man bent forward, blocking my view. I was met with the most breathtaking eyes I’d ever seen. Beneath enviously long, black lashes were sea-green eyes with flecks of gold. They looked like jewels surrounded by a face the color of bronze and stained by blood. Those eyes searched mine as if to discover what lay in my head, and I adjusted my stance, fisting my hands to try to stop my heart from beating so loudly. I could feel myself falling into him, into those eyes. I could no longer see anything around me.
“You will get caught if you run, and they don’t like you. You will get hurt,” he said.
I calmed down a tad. Enough to hear what sounded like sincerity in his voice. A very nice, deep baritone voice, might I add. It hit me right in the core, despite my protest.
His nostrils flared, full mouth thinning to a tight line. I could see his right-hand tremble as it reached up toward my face. He paused before making contact and then stood upright. “Get in.”
I eyed him up and down, and my eyes widened for a brief moment. This man was hot, even splattered in blood. How had I missed that earlier? Well, I was trying to stop myself from being assaulted, so that was a valid distraction.
Still, this man was like a specimen. A manly, Adonis, panty-melting god. He had short dark brown hair that seemed to have strands of gold peeking out in some places, just like his eyes. Almost sparkling in the light of the orbs. A neat beard surrounded full lips that drew too much of my attention. They were mesmerizing, and I fought a need to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
He was massive, that I knew, but to see it all together was impressive. I came up to his chest and had to bend back to get a good look at him. He was very much toned. I could see his muscle definition on his arms and shoulders under the tight fabric of his brown uniform—a simple tunic and pants set.
Although he was very intimidating, there was something in his eyes that looked not only powerful but also sad. There was pain there, maybe loneliness. It tapped at my heart. It made me not want to disappoint him and run away. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t.
I turned and ran for my life to the woods.
I heard him curse and chase after me, and I pumped my arms harder like I was the world’s best track star. Still, the giant had much longer legs, but maybe his bulky muscles would slow him down.
A hand gripped the back of my shirt, abruptly stopping me. I windmilled my hands as if I would take flight and get away from his grasp.
“Stop,” he demanded.
I did not. Instead, I turned and kicked him hard in the privates.
He let me go, hunching forward, and I took off. I thought I was clearing much distance until I heard the guy calling after me to stop again. Damn, that was a quick recovery.
A boulder, at least that’s what it felt like, slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. My arms hit the dirt before my head, and I felt my body, tiny compared to his, get surrounded by his massive size. He smelled of sandalwood, and it wasn’t unpleasant at all.
His breath tickled the back of my neck, and oddly, the slightest tension dropped from me. Just the slightest. His weight wasn’t uncomfortable, strangely.
“Difficult,” he observed.
Uh, yeah. I wasn’t going to get taken quietly.
I felt something long and hard on the back of my leg. That couldn’t be…nah. Maybe. That was…substantial. How was he turned on right now? Was he like Yosef and loved a good chase as foreplay? Maybe in another time and setting, I could explore this, but currently, danger was the theme.
I wiggled under him, which seemed to have the indirect effect of making him more turned on, and my pussy might have clenched in response. Traitorous bitch. “Let me go.”
“No,” he grumbled before wrapping his hands around my waist and picking me up. He carried me, kicking and screaming, back to the car.
Stuffing me in the front passenger’s seat, he closed the door and walked to the other side, getting in.
I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Stupid fae magic. “Why are you taking me?”
He didn’t respond as he drove. I could see his jaw clench, and he held onto the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles paled. What was going on with him?
“Are you okay?” I asked, moving as far as I could to the passenger side door.
“Why do you smell like that?” he growled.
What? Was he calling me stinky? The rudeness. “Well, tell me how you’d smell if you were sweating from fighting off kidnappers, then sitting in a stuffed truck for who knows how long, and then tossed in a disgusting prison in which you had to fight off perverted barbarians. Feel free to let me out, so I don’t smell up your car!”
He glanced over at me with those intense eyes, biting down on his lower lip as his gaze swept over me. “I like your scent. It’s familiar.”
I lifted a brow. Why would I smell familiar to him? I was just another fae under this glamour. “Why are you helping me?” I asked.
