Page 31 of Unravel Me

Being pinned beneath him like this feels unbelievably good, my body already welcoming the thought of being fucked hard, my arousal spiking.

Our lips meet again.

The fae doesn't seem bothered in the slightest by how intimate this has become. This kiss is different from the last one. Slower, curious, almost reverent. He tastes so good; every slow stroke of his tongue inside my mouth feels exploratory, sensual. I close my eyes and open my lips for him, surrendering to the rhythm he sets. It isn't a battle between two tongues. It's a slow appraisal of me. I can feel him savoring my taste, and I drink him in just as greedily while a deep, pulsing heat begins to gather in my belly.

The green fae moves lower.

His lips leave mine and travel along my jaw in a series of wet kisses until they reach my neck. There's more than desire in them. There's the same tenderness he showed in the forest clearing, a sensation so unfamiliar that it makes me shiver, as something inside me unravels. A fear I've carried for years softly slips away, replaced by a far more dangerous feeling. And completely absurd.

Rising trust.

My life has proven over and over that I should never trust an alpha. Perhaps I shouldn't trust a forest fae either. But… maybe forest entities are different from humans, not driven by the same cruelty as alphas.

Damn, he's so warm, just like a living body, warm… like an alpha. They're known for running noticeably hotter than everyone else. No beta or omega has skin that feels this hot to the touch, and his… does.

A moan escapes me as his tingling breath brushes my skin. He leaves intricate wet trails across my skin. I weave my fingers into his green curls, sinking into the feeling of being desired while, at the same time, being treated with tenderness, gentleness, and affection.

Then, unlike the usual me, I decide to actually take the initiative. My fingers impatiently touch him, drawn to his body. Caressing his burning-hot skin feels incredibly good, so I languorously trace the hard planes of his body, following the raised lines of his veins with my fingertips.

The fae seems to know exactly where I want him. His lips gently graze my neck gland, one of the most sensitive parts of an omega's body. A muffled moan escapes me as he begins sucking softly at the skin, teasing the gland with considerable skill. It's exquisite torture, the sweetest kind.

So he knows his way around sex. Huh. A mystery for sure.

He doesn't bite me, though. Of course he doesn't. A bond like that demands a declaration, exclusivity, love, closeness, knowing someone deeply enough to choose to spend the rest of your life with them.

Instead, he continues downward, kissing my collarbones and leaving behind a path of hot, damp kisses. My whole body catches fire. My hips lift on their own, pressing up toward his hardness. Every touch sends another shiver racing from the back of my neck all the way to the tips of my toes.

By the time his mouth reaches my nipples, I nearly jump off the bed. They're swollen from my heat, stiff and painfully sensitive, reacting to the faintest breath of air.

When he closes his lips around one and begins sucking gently, occasionally teasing the tip with his tongue, my back arches off the mattress.

"Ah… yes… please… more!" I moan helplessly.

The sensation almost overwhelms me. My body grows heavy while another flood of slick gathers inside my tunnel, warm drops already slipping down my ass.

Then, completely out of nowhere, he moves even lower.

He spreads my legs, and before I can even process what he's doing, I feel the warmth of his mouth closing around my aching, weeping cock. The shock freezes me for a heartbeat.

This magical forest fae, this powerful woodland deity, is about to blow me? I would chuckle if I weren’t so aroused.

It’s too surreal, so completely unexpected, that for one suspended moment I forget how to breathe.

But then his tongue begins to move, and his lips close around my shaft in a perfect, warm seal. At the same time, he holds it at the base as he sucks, alternating between taking me about halfway into his mouth and using his hand for the rest, then deep-throating me. Fuck, so good. Skillful. Incredible.

Every movement of his tongue pulls another wave of pleasure from me, that hot, welcoming depth inviting me farther inside, and instinctively I lift my hips, unable to resist sinking deeper. My fingers clutch his broad green shoulders as I begin rocking into his mouth, letting myself surrender completely to the sensation. And he doesn't gag. Fuck. Just doesn't! Maybe forest folk don't have to breathe unless they want to.

Mmm, it’s simply too good, and I can't hold back the building tension for long. Heat plays by its own rules. With a loud moan I'm not the least bit ashamed to let out, I come in his mouth, my whole body trembling through a hard orgasm. The entire thing lasts no more than forty seconds, probably the quickest blowjob of his life… assuming he’s ever had one out here in the forest with… Nymphs? Dryads? No idea.

I stay like that for a moment, my cock still hard inside his mouth, pleasantly warmed, almost lovingly nursed there as I struggle to catch my breath. The pleasure slowly ebbs away, but it leaves behind an even greater craving.

I need more!

My heat isn't fading, oh no, no. It's only beginning to gather momentum.

My hole reminds me it exists, pulsing with hungry need, demanding to be railed. I don't want to wait any longer, so I pull my knees high against my ribs, hooking my hands beneath them to open myself to him even more, presenting myself submissively, exposing my flushed tunnel. I know how it looks. The rim has deepened into a dark pink, the tight ring of muscles swollen like it always does during heat, every blood-filled fold throbbing.

"Please… now get inside me," I moan on a shaky breath, searching his face, trying to find his eyes through that shimmering haze.