Page 87 of Dark Fey Captive

He grunted and held out a hand to me. “It will stop bleeding soon.”

Cold fear ran through me. “What will stop bleeding? Turn around, Nav.”

He did, and I stared at the perfect crescent bite mark on the back of his shoulder.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

NAV

Arena made a small choked sound, and I saw the fear in her gaze.

“You were bitten, Nav.”

She shuffled back a step. I moved quickly, darting out of the shower and picking her up so she wouldn’t do something foolish like run outside without clothes on. It was too cold for that.

“Yes, I was bitten, but I won’t turn stupid. I promise. Remember? I’m immune. You’re safe.” She shook in my arms. Was she cold, or was it all fear? I hoped it wasn’t fear.

“Count, Arena,” I said, turning toward the shower. “You will see.”

I held her under the warm water and listened to her stuttering words as she tried to count. I corrected her a few times as she skipped numbers. Her shaking grew more pronounced. She stopped counting entirely and started to sob. I cradled her, kissing her tear trails, my heart breaking as I counted for her.

“That is fifteen minutes,” I said softly when I finished. “Do you want me to keep counting?”

Her breathing hitched as she pulled back to look at me. The torment in her gaze pierced me deeper than any bite ever had. She tugged at me, lifting herself in my arms so she could look over my shoulder. She stayed like that for several heartbeats, her breast temptingly close to my face.

When she eased down again, she looked calmer.

“Are you really immune?”

I nodded.

“You were telling the truth? About the scientists and sex making me immune too?

“Sex or drinking my seed,” I clarified, frowning. “I have never lied to you, Arena.”

She considered me for a long moment.

“You won’t share me?” she asked quietly.

“Never.”

“Put me down, Nav.”

I did. Reluctantly.

Her hands slid over my skin as she turned me. I shivered as she traced the bite, liking her touch too much and wanting to feel it everywhere.

“Turn around, Nav.”

As soon as I did, her hands closed over my length. I grunted in surprise then growled in appreciation as she slowly stroked me.

“Are you clean enough?” she asked.

My pulse sped as I understood what she was asking.

“Yes.”

“Good. Turn off the water. How much time do we have until Belak comes back?”