Page 25 of Dark Fey Captive

It felt good, and I liked it more than I should have.

“What if we make a deal? Something you want for something I want,” I said, propping my chin on my fist to look at him as I relaxed on his chest.

“You want to cover yourself so you feel safer, and I want to prove you are safe with me, even bare.”

My chest tightened the same way it did before I had to step onto the boat to get to the trade center.

He knew I didn’t like being naked…exposed. And if he knew that I didn’t feel safe around him, then he also knew I didn’t trust him.

Yet, I couldn’t think of a single thing he’d done that had contradicted what he’d said at any point. He said he wanted willing sex and hadn’t tried forcing me. Yes, he hadn’t given me an option about getting into bed with him, but that had been to keep me warm. Again, no forcing anything else. Even now, his hand was skimming over my lower back and over my butt and down part of my thigh, but his fingers weren’t probing anywhere. No pauses to explore. Just slow paths of warmth.

Normally, I wasn’t stupid or gullible. Yet I found myself wanting to believe he was being real.

“Okay,” I said. “You want to prove I’m safe around you naked, and I want clothes. Our goals seem a little counterproductive.”

“You can have clothes, but any clothes you find you take off again when we are somewhere safe. You let me warm you instead. Like this.”

In a fluid motion, he parted my legs as he lifted his hips.

Slap.

Panic ignited as he tucked my feet under his thighs, his cock firmly wedged between my cheeks. When he settled his weight again, his branding length vanished, but the sensation didn’t.

He watched me, seeing the fear I’d been too shocked to hide, and didn’t allow my retreat. Keeping one hand on my hip to pin me in place, he returned the other to my back and resumed his leisurely, trailing path of warmth.

The golden yellow of his eyes was almost a non-existent ring as he calmly waited for my reaction. It took several moments for my fear to ebb enough to allow rational thoughts again. Not that they felt rational when I could still feel “it” there, and it was making my core clench around nothing.

What the hell was my problem?

I was feeling things I knew I shouldn’t be feeling. And if this was my reaction to a third cock-spank, I was in trouble.

But I couldn’t say no. I needed those clothes. I needed to signal the others.

“Okay. Any clothes I find, I won’t wear while we’re together in the room.”

I didn’t say anything about letting him warm me like this, though. Would he take that omission as agreement? I had no idea. Would I try to deny him when he attempted this again later? Probably not. At least not until I had a signal hung somewhere and knew the others weren’t coming back for me.

He tugged at my shirt.

“Will you take this off then?” he asked.

“I’d rather look for clothes now before we lose all the light.”

His hand circled the curve of my hip. “This still feels cold.”

My outside might have felt that way, but my insides didn’t. His touch was doing things to me that I couldn’t afford to feel.

“It’ll get cold again looking for clothes. Please?”

His gaze swept over my face, and he pulled back the blanket.

Taking that as a yes, I hurried to get off of him, successfully avoiding clipping him this time. Not thinking straight, I watched him get out of bed. I should have averted my gaze. Instead, I was mesmerized by the way his muscles moved and how his…

I blinked.

It was bobbing in time with my heartbeat, and as I stared, a bead of precum appeared.

Tearing my gaze from it, I found him watching me, a small curve to his lips.