Page 60 of Dark Fey Captive

Her scent had been irresistible after yesterday’s addictive sample. Was she upset that I had tasted her again? Was that why she’d left? Was she afraid I would use my tongue next?

I wanted nothing more than that, but I knew she wasn’t ready yet. My cock ached for the day she would be, though. How long would it take her to forget the past and believe I would never be like the traffickers who forced her?

“I promise I will never take more than you are willing to give. But please don’t pleasure yourself. Anything you want, I will do it for you.”

The door opened, her expression still upset. My gaze dipped to her hands. Her fingers weren’t wet. Had she already wiped them off? Licked them clean herself?

I brought her hands to my lips, kissing her fingers. They did not smell like her pussy.

“Anything I want, you’ll do?” she asked, tugging her hands from my light hold.

“Yes. Anything.”

“I want to look around the grocery store you mentioned and maybe add to the supplies you left at the dock. Is that possible?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I can carry you there.”

Her gaze drifted down my body, lingering below my waist. I’d caught her looking when she’d gotten off of me this morning too. Was she craving another taste, or did she simply enjoy looking at me like I enjoyed looking at her?

“Why don’t you put your pants on first while I make us something to eat?”

Ah. She was worried I would leave the house without clothes. I nodded, loving her jealous need to keep me to herself, and went to the bedroom.

As I emerged, wearing my hide pants and boots, she came up from the basement with two tins and held one out for me.

“It’s fish. I noticed you haven’t been eating much.”

She’d noticed? The females who did not care never noticed if my brothers and I were going hungry to ensure they had enough to eat. Did that mean Arena cared?

My chest warmed as I followed her to the kitchen.

“Were there writing supplies at the store?” she asked, handing me a fork and taking a spoon for herself. “It’d be good to make an inventory of what’s in the basement so we know what we still need.”

I watched her take a bite of the brown sauce, meat, and mixed vegetables without warming it, and opened my tin as I answered.

“If there aren’t any there, I saw some at the pharmacy.”

She nodded, but didn’t seem happy. Why? Everything about this was perfect. How she’d slept on me and asked for my fingers. How she noticed I needed to eat more and wanted to keep my cock to herself. How we were sitting together, eating a meal, while having a conversation. I wanted her to be as happy as I was.

“When we return, I will fix the door,” I promised.

Her mood remained unchanged, and I tried to think of what else I could offer her that she would like.

“I can start moving the solar panels, too,” I offered.

The idea of electricity didn’t improve her spirits, though.

After we finished, she followed me to the back door, where she hesitated at the threshold, gaze scanning the yard.

I held out my hand.

“I will keep you safe.”

The trusting way she slid hers into mine warmed my heart and made me hungry for more contact. I drew her outside so I could lock the door, and then picked her up, surprising a squeak out of her. It gave me another excuse to hold her close. She snuggled into me readily, and my gaze slid back to the door as I thought of returning to the mattress with her. No, she wanted to go to the store first.

“Turn your head into me so you don’t get cold,” I said.

The store wasn’t far, and she was dressed warmly in several layers now. The likelihood of her getting cold was small. I simply wanted to feel her warm breath on my neck.