Page 30 of Unravel Me

At last, my mouth drifts toward his cheek… and on some strange impulse, I tilt my head just enough to find his lips.

Even from this close, it's almost impossible to make out his face. That strange magical mist keeps sparkling around it, blurring every feature, but I find his mouth without any trouble. Kissing a forest creature on the lips feels weird… but whatever. I’m just in the mood for it.

His lips are soft and sweet, tasting of wild forest pepper mint with a hint of pine, and they answer my kiss eagerly. That's all I need to sink even deeper into the haze of desire as I feel the fae's tongue meeting mine.

God, it feels so good… The moment is so blissful that, for a little while, I let myself forget how absurd my life has become, that miserable existence filled with fear. I’m just giving myself up in the middle of a forest, having sex with some strange magical being.

I feel the fae hook a finger under the edge of my jacket—a gentle suggestion. Right… I'm still half-dressed.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his and, with nervous fingers, fumble with the snaps, popping them open.

The fae's glowing eyes roam over my body, suddenly focusing on one single item.

My pendant.

I can see the reaction in him: his pupils widen, and his chest rises with a deep breath. I have no idea why seeing it made such an impact on him, but I have more plans for this moment…like not being my usual reluctant and shy self in bed. I decide to make myself as tempting as I possibly can, enough to convince him to stay with me through my entire heat.

I pull my beanie off, and my braid tumbles over my shoulder, spilling onto the bed.

"Do you want me to let my hair down?" I ask, because I know plenty of alphas like long hair on an omega. Maybe forest entities do too.

The fae says nothing, but his fingers rise and lightly brush the end of my braid, which has landed close to him.

I take it as a yes. Quickly, I slip the band free and work my fingers through the braid until my hair falls around me in a long wave of pale gold, the ends reaching below my hips.

His gaze keeps traveling over me, over my body, over my hair, until finally it settles on my face. I've never been self-conscious about my looks, so I present myself with a faint flutter of my lashes, leaning back just enough to give him a better view of my flat, sculpted stomach and my smoothly shaved groin. His eyes linger for a moment on my shamelessly hard cock.

Silence stretches between us, so I decide to ask.

"Well? Did I pass the inspection? What do you say? Will you stay with me through my heat?"

Yeah, I know. I should be on the lookout for my True Mate, but what choice do I have? I can't keep running through the woods. I'm out in the middle of nowhere, and my heat is only getting stronger. The green fae has a damn nice body and a massive cock, so honestly he's already a better option than nothing, assuming this isn't some bizarre dream. Every now and then I discreetly pinch my forearm, just in case I suddenly wake up… or maybe that candy Davos gave me had something mixed into it after all.

As I sit there offering myself to him, peeking up through my lashes, my eyes lock with his, those strange glowing eyes of the forest creature.

Then a miracle happens.

He gives me a slow nod.

Well, well. So he understands me perfectly.

I'd started to assume he was some ancient being for whom human language would be nothing but meaningless babble. But whatever he is, he clearly knows English.

Part of me is confused by this whole situation, but another part can't deny how strangely exciting it is. My life hasn't been exciting in a very long time. It's been about surviving.

Suddenly it hits me why Storm kept staring at this spot on the map. Maybe it wasn't because my True Mate was here at all, but because this entity is magical, and its energy stood out strongly enough for Storm to sense it.

That would explain a lot.

Storm said that after forming his Bond with Damien, his sensitivity to magic had grown much stronger. So all he really did was guide me to a place where a magical being lived, one with extraordinarily intense energy.

After all, the fae is constantly wrapped in that faint glow. Maybe that same glow was shining on the map.

It's hard to imagine that a supernatural creature of the forest could ever be a human's True Mate. It's a matter of genetic compatibility too, of perfectly matching DNA, at least that's what science says, so I have to let go of that hope. But since I'm already here, I intend to at least make it through my heat the normal way: by fucking a lot.

I rest my hands on his shoulders, my fingers trembling with impatience. The knowledge that he's actually staying with me sinks into me like a flood of warmth so powerful it almost takes the strength from my legs. I don't wait another second.

I pull him toward me, and he follows without resistance. Together, we tumble onto the bed. My body melts into the soft furs and bedding while his massive green form lies over mine. He's heavy, wonderfully heavy.