Page 35 of Unravel Me

I’m rarely in touch with my omegan nature, but now, with the flames of heat engulfing my body, I can let that hidden part of me rise to the surface.

It’s okay, my subconscious whispers. He’s not Mark. He won’t hit you or call you a slut.

The hell with that. Time to move on. In a sudden surge of courage, I decide to show him instead of telling him.

I climb onto the bed and settle into an omega presenting position. I lift my hips, brace myself on my elbows, lower my head obediently onto the pillow, and let out a soft, quiet whine, a call inviting an alpha to serve me in heat.

It works like a charm, like pushing a button. The fae moves toward me immediately. I keep my head turned slightly to the side so I can watch what he's doing. Those glowing eyes are fixed on me as I lie there, completely exposed to him. I'd been so sure he'd climb onto the bed and get straight to fucking me, but that's not what happens.

Instead, I feel his warm hands slide over my ass, gently spreading my cheeks apart.

His face comes close, his breath like a feather brushing my skin.

And then he starts licking me… his tongue soft and wet.

The sensation steals the air from my lungs because Mark never did this. He always claimed it just wasn't his thing, but once, in a rare moment of honesty, he admitted the truth: He was disgusted by me.

"All those goddamn bastards who fucked you. Goddamn Dante Moll. Goddamn Major. Goddamn Rocco Ferro. Goddamn Nyke's campaign manager. And fucking Senator Rolens. And fucking Vincenzo Ferro!"

He knew every single one of them. He made me tell him about every man who'd ever fucked me. He dragged it out of me that there had been nineteen before him, and that made him number twenty. He used to say he'd be the last. I guess, not.

Sometimes, when he was angry with me, he loved torturing me by reciting them one by one. The names of every man in the Ring.

It didn't matter that during the six years we were married, I'd never been with another man. It didn't matter that I'd left that life behind, that I'd been tested over and over and was completely healthy. To him, my hole was something filthy. He always used a condom with me. Not once did he fuck me without one. Tommy had been born through surrogacy anyway. The doctors simply used my egg and Mark’s semen, so as far as Mark was concerned, there was never any reason to go bare.

I must say, thinking about my ex-husband while the green being's mouth is worshipping my entrance is probably the worst thing I could be doing, so I force those memories aside and focus on myself instead.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Ticklish, warm, unbelievably pleasurable. There's something almost blissful about it, like floating on pink bubbles, and I feel a strange rush of gratitude that this green forest fae isn't repulsed by me. Quite the opposite. He seems to be enjoying himself, eagerly, enthusiastically, while his thick green cock stands hard between his legs. Gosh… this is so different from everything I've ever known.

With reckless abandon, I sink into this feeling, surrendering myself to this being. I don't know him at all. He is a mystery to me, an enigma when it comes to his intentions, his motives, and the very fact of his existence, but I still give myself to him fully, and it’s incredibly liberating.

I can feel my slick flowing more and more abundantly. It's honestly embarrassing how much there is, how desperately needy my body makes me look, but the fae seems to savor it. From my swollen folds, little sparks of pleasure race deep into my tunnel, fueling the contractions even more and my ring of muscle trembles, clenches, as though trying to pull something inside itself.

A quiet "Please…" slips from my lips; I just can’t stop it, the heat has won again.

The being rises, and I spread my knees even wider to make room for him. The green head of his cock presses against my rim, but he doesn't have to put in much effort. My drenched opening lets him in without a struggle. I feel that slide along my entire length and let out a muffled groan, taking him in smoothly. My stomach seems to almost bulge.

Fuck, I feel like I've been impaled, yet it's simultaneously exhilarating. There's something damn naughty about it, like a wet fantasy coming true. And this is my thing, all right: imagining monsters taking me, fucking me, plowing me instead of humans, who are actually far more dangerous beasts. This particular one is giving me something even better, something only a fantasy creature can give. Bliss without any social burdens.

He stays still inside me for a moment, giving me time to get used to his presence, but I don't need that; it’s a heat, after all. What I need is some hard fucking.

My hips give a slight jerk, letting him know I’m ready. He follows my motion and begins to drive into me, slowly, steadily thrusting. Half an inch deeper with every sway of his hips. Every wave of his movement is smooth and incredibly pleasurable. Every dive sends more of those sparks of pleasure traveling through my walls, then up my spine, flooding my brain with a sweet mist of ecstasy.

I need this so badly. The erasure of the stress and pain of my life. Forgetting, drowning deep in abandon.

He works his hips, and I lose myself in the rhythm, surrendering to this smooth rocking. But it can't last like this for long. It builds and swells like a tide, way too quickly, and then unexpectedly, it sweetly explodes.

I come. I shake.

I press my damp forehead into the pillow and let out short, almost breathless gasps. Oh my, what a divine feeling.

I'm pretty sure he came too, yet he doesn't stop moving. He keeps giving it to me, thrusting into me while I pant. I take it all, rising and falling in climaxes as time fades away. And just like that, another wave of heat is quelled, thanks to the fae’s unexpected endurance.

A thought crosses my mind: Can forest beings go into rut?

Even if they can't, a monster's stamina is probably far greater than a human's anyway, so I guess I shouldn't worry about it.

Eventually, I sink back onto the pillows, my eyelids growing heavy again, but I'm too curious to fall asleep. I want to see what the entity does between the waves. Will he head into the forest to gather berries for me and mash them against a flat rock? The image almost makes me laugh, but what actually happens is something entirely different.