Page 26 of Unravel Me

"I'm in heat," I whine. "I was stupid to come here knowing it could start at any moment," I go on pleading. "But someone told me I'd find my True Mate here."

I try to read something from his face, some hint of a reaction, but it's difficult. That glow is like a veil, deceptive and misty, keeping me from seeing what's underneath.

Is he on board? Did he actually agree to let me go in exchange for sex?

However, I have this strange feeling that even if I wanted to leave, it wouldn’t be a problem. Somehow, I just know it, though I have no idea how. But I figure maybe I could get something out of this situation too, considering I have an obvious problem of my own.

My gaze drops to his cock. It's so hard that I probably shouldn't have any doubts about the reaction my AO call stirred in him. Do forest entities really get turned on by an ordinary omega's call and scent?

He doesn't make a single move, though. He simply remains leaning over me, perfectly still, his eyes fixed on mine, as if waiting for something.

For me? My… consent? That would be interesting. But if that's the case, then it's my moment to take the initiative.

I prop myself up a little higher on my elbows and bite my lip.

Maybe… maybe I could touch him somewhere a little more intimate.

The entity remains completely silent, making no sound whatsoever, yet to my amazement, I can clearly hear the rapid, deep beat of his heart. So he’s a living being after all! Not a spirit for sure. Maybe it’s a real forest fae? I have to settle on a temporary name finally, so it may be a good choice.

A sudden rush of courage carries my hand toward his cock. My fingertips brush over the hot green tip.

The fae lets out something that sounds like a slow exhale.

Was I too bold?

His skin is silky, just like a human's.

"Will you put it inside me?" I whisper sheepishly, fluttering my eyelashes as a strange hope creeps into my voice. "Please, put it in. I need it. My heat is starting."

My fingers tighten a bit around the pulsing head of his cock, slowly drawing it toward me, and the fae seems to comply. His body tilts slightly in my direction, his glowing eyes never leaving my face.

From this close, his face seems even more veiled by that magical light. The drifting sparks form a shimmering curtain as they float and waver in the air, making it almost impossible to see anything except those eyes, which glow with their own light, blazing with shifting greens, golds, browns, and deep malachite.

"Fuck me…" Yet another pleading whimper slips from my lips.

Me. Someone who'd never even been that big on sex, begging a mysterious forest being to fuck him?

Unbelievable.

And I think I'm actually going to get exactly that.

The fae leans closer, but instead of doing what I expected, his muscular green arm rises slowly, his hand reaching toward my face. I tense instinctively, expecting what I'd received from Mark so many times before—a blow—but it never comes.

Instead, the tips of his fingers gently brush my cheek.

I hold my breath.

What is happening?

How strange.

Is this… affection? That soft little caress?

I go completely still, staring at him in confusion.

No one has ever touched me gently during sex. No one! Not even at the beginning of my relationship with Mark. He touched me with desire, sure, but tenderness? Gentleness? Those are like a foreign language to me, and I find myself blushing, feeling foolish.

How is it possible that a strange forest fae is capable of a gesture like that?