Page 10 of Dark Fey Captive

An ache started in my chest.

No… I had just found her.

An infected groaned nearby, and a snarling roar of frustration ripped from me.

The female jerked and then started coughing, water bubbling up from her mouth. I quickly rolled her to her side. She coughed and spat more water before falling silent again.

However, this time, her breasts were moving—pretty, small mounds under her wet clothing.

Another infected groaned, and I glanced up at the pair slowly pulling themselves toward us. They had been with the group running after the two females. When I had grabbed their heads and pulled upward as I passed them, their bodies had disconnected from their legs instead of their heads from their necks.

Frozen infected didn’t come apart the same as the ones that hadn’t been frozen.

Taking my female into my arms so they would not be able to reach her, I kicked them off the dock into the water and watched them sink.

I debated going in after them to remove their heads, but then my female started to shiver.

“I know, my female. The water was cold for you. I found a clean room. We can go there to remove your clothes and warm you.”

She remained silent. Knowing her silence was not agreement, I jogged away from the water. Once we were inside, I would try waking her so she understood the dangers of being too cold and why she should remove her clothes so I could warm her.

But what if she did not want my heat?

Could I watch her fade to nothing without trying to save her?

Returning to the clean bedroom, I set the female on the floor.

“Female? Can you hear me? I need to remove your wet outer layers.”

She didn’t respond. Frowning, I hesitated for only a moment before I began to remove her clothes. I wasn’t careful. Fabric ripped. I hoped the sound would wake her. It didn’t.

Layer by layer, I peeled away her clothes, revealing skin so much paler than my own.

Her nipples were already pebbled when I tossed her bra away.

Pretty.

Perfect.

Pink, unlike her lips.

“Female, open your eyes. You are too cold.”

Her breathing remained steady, as did her heartbeat. But she did not open her eyes.

Frowning, I glanced at her underwear, the last bit of cloth covering her.

My cock jerked in my pants at the thought of removing them and seeing what lay beneath. Would she be lightly dusted with hair, or would it be thick and lush? Would she part her legs to let me see her glistening center? Would she let me taste her?

I swallowed hard and looked up at her pale face.

“Female, if you do not remove the last layer yourself, I will do it for you.”

She did not answer. I knew she would not be happy if I removed the last of her clothing. But being cold and wet was bad for her. She needed dry covering and heat.

My heat.

My heart thumped heavily in my chest at the thought of warming her, skin to skin.