Page 29 of Unravel Me

"You live here?"

Silence.

Strange, some mysterious forest being living in a cabin that could just as easily belong to a human who's obsessed with natural design…

"Are you human? The owner? This looks like a souped-up vacation cabin. We didn't just break into somebody's place, did we?"

Silence again.

Well, I guess Davos was wrong after all. Somebody clearly lives here. But who? I seriously doubt some magical entity went out and bought himself a modular cabin.

So, maybe the owner is my True Mate?

Damn. This is going to get awkward if he suddenly comes home while I'm fucking his green squatter.

Then again, I've already started this, and I'm not about to stop. Worse yet… I don't even want to. My heat already has me firmly in its grasp.

I keep looking around, trying to make sense of everything while the fae quietly lets me take it all in. The walls and floors are wood, the kitchen countertop is carved from natural stone, and there isn't a single piece of plastic anywhere.

Eventually, the entity lowers me onto the bed, but I catch hold of his arm, hot, solid. Beneath my fingertips, I can feel thick cords of powerful muscle, and the sensation is unbelievably pleasant.

"You're not going anywhere, are you? I need… more. I think you understand that. A lot more," I mumble, a little sheepishly.

Silence. He simply watches me.

"Tell me, are you the owner of this cabin? I don’t want to trespass. Or are you some magical creature that lives in the forest? Probably I'm dreaming, just imagining you…"

Being laid on the bed brings us to the same level. I'm sitting on the mattress now while he sits on the edge beside me, noticeably semi-hard. His thick, green dick being so close to me, within reach of my hands, has me all worked up.

Afraid he might stand up and leave, I slide my hands over his shoulders. I can't get over how unbelievably warm his skin is, how human it feels beneath my fingers.

Now, in this enclosed space, I can focus more, and… I can actually smell him, which rules out the possibility that he's some kind of spirit. His scent reminds me of the forest itself, a pleasant, sunlit woodland clearing, but that's not all I catch. As an omega, my sense of smell is unusually sharp, and during heat it becomes even keener, helping me pick up the scent of a potential mate from far away.

And… I'm absolutely sure that scent isn't his actual Allure, his natural pheromones. The source is probably something way more mundane. I'd bet my life it's just his shampoo or body wash, with some subtle forest-like fragrance. Sure, the toiletries are low on chemicals, probably some ultra-organic, top-shelf stuff for people who want to live as healthy and naturally as possible, but there's no way that's the alpha's actual scent.

But let's be real, grooming products don't exactly scream ‘forest spirit’, do they? It's kind of too human. So what's the deal here?

Narrowing my eyes, I give him another once-over. His nails are neatly clipped, his dark green pubic hair perfectly trimmed. Seriously, is this a dream? Everything seems simply incoherent; the elements don't fit together or make any sense.

Well, whatever.

Maybe I should stop overthinking it and just be happy that my green lover isn't some ancient hermit, some forest geezer reeking of last year's leaves and rotting deadwood.

I pull myself tightly against his perfect, hard body, press my face into his neck, sniffing his clean, sensual scent lewdly, and cling tightly to him, suddenly terrified that he might leave. I wasn't lying. My body has found only the smallest bit of relief, and it craves far more than that.

"Please… give it to me," I whisper fervently.

My lips begin to trail across the skin of his neck, and right where alphas and omegas have their neck gland… I discover that exact gland.

I have to ask. It's too strange.

"Are you an alpha? Who are you really? Or what are you?" I whisper, brushing open-mouthed kisses across his neck glands.

Silence is the only answer.

Then again… it doesn't really matter who he is anymore. I already know he can help me through my heat.

My fingers glide lightly, yet hungrily, over his broad back and powerful shoulders, exploring the pleasant curves of bulging muscles.