Page 46 of Dark Fey Captive

“Hurry. If you take too long, I’m leaving.”

That struck me with fear, and I pulled her into my arms. She immediately stiffened and leaned away from me.

“Please do not leave,” I begged. “I promise I will never again release in your hair.”

She made a choked sound, and I rubbed her back through her clothes.

“I will bring back everything you need,” I promised.

When I let go, she ducked away from me instead of letting me press my forehead to hers. It hurt my heart, but I understood. I had broken her trust by not holding back, and I cursed myself as an idiot.

She followed me to the door and set the deadbolt behind me.

I glanced back when I reached the road. Arena stood framed by the front window, her expression filled with worry as she considered the large pane of glass. She would feel safer if the windows had bars on them. Some of the females back in the communities had asked for barred windows on the first floor, too.

I jogged across the street and broke into the large garage. The sound drew an infected that was wandering nearby. I removed its head and hurried to find what I needed to temporarily fix the doorframe so the doorknob worked again. Then, I swiftly collected whatever supplies I could from the rest of the house. Towels. Shampoo and conditioner, just in case. Body soap. Some noodles and the cans that had no freeze damage.

Arena no longer stood by the window when I ran out.

“Just a second,” she called when I knocked on the door.

I waited patiently, wondering if she was considering not letting me back in because of what I had done.

The door opened suddenly. Her face and ear were clean, and some of her hair looked damp.

Her gaze swept over me and locked on the supplies I held.

“Is that shampoo?” she asked with some excitement as she stepped back to let me in.

“Yes. For your hair. I have body soap too. Would you like to use the deadbolt while I wash your hair? It is easier to remove before it dries.”

She frowned at me. “You’ve done this before to other women?”

“No. Never. You are my first female—my only female,” I said quickly, remembering her adamant refusal to share me. “I promise I will have more control next time.”

She stared at me for a long moment without saying anything. Then she nodded.

“We can shampoo now, but we’re not doing that again until the door’s fixed.”

The words brought back the feeling of her tongue on the underside of my cock.

I nodded jerkily and set down the door supplies.

“Can I wash your hair for you? I will make sure not to miss anything.”

She let out a choked laugh and coughed.

“Yeah, you’re good at not missing anything.” She grinned at me for a second, but her humor slowly faded. “Sorry.”

Her comment and soft apology confused me. Before I could ask about either, she took the shampoo.

“Let’s trade. You wash my hair for me, and I’ll wash your…” Her gaze drifted down my body. “Everything.”

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of her hands rubbing over every inch of my skin, and I agreed quickly.

She led me to the kitchen, where she already had a pitcher filled with warm water. Every burner on the stove had a pot of water warming on it.

“We can use the sink,” she said, leaning over it and flipping her hair forward.