Page 40 of Unravel Me

The fae glances off to the side, then gives a small shake of his head, and I already know: he didn't make it.

Someone else cooked it at his request… for me.

Someone else knows.

Someone else helps.

I can't help wondering who.

Still, I appreciate the fact that he thought I might want something different during heat, something warm and homemade instead of endless artificial shakes.

It's… caring.

Mark never did anything like that. We had a chef who prepared all our meals, and Mark never once set foot in the kitchen. He didn't care what I ate during heat. The chef brought the food. That was the end of it.

The fae sits quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall instead of at me, giving me the perfect chance to study him. I try to see through the shimmering veil of light surrounding his face, but it isn't easy. I find myself wondering whether I'd recognize him if that glow suddenly disappeared and I happened to pass him somewhere in a crowd.

I set the empty mug on the nightstand, then, on impulse, slide closer and rest my hand on his broad, muscular shoulder. I notice the slight shiver that runs through him beneath my touch. As absurd as it sounds, I get the distinct impression that my touch means something to him, more than just a sexual stimulus.

His eyes slowly drift shut, and some of the glow radiating from his face and eyes softens. I move even closer, brushing my lips across his shoulder before trailing them to the scent gland at the side of his neck. I gently suck at it while my fingers slip into his silky, dark green curls.

Then I discover something else.

The green entity has… pointed ears, just like… an elf! Or a fae, after all?

I trace one finger along the edge of his ear, and it clearly sends a pleasant shiver through him because a soft breath escapes his lips.

My gentle touches, however, have anything but a gentle effect.

His cock is already fully hard, yet he remains seated on the edge of the bed with both feet planted on the floor. In one smooth motion, I wrap myself around him, settling onto his lap so my entrance hovers directly above his cock.

I slip my arms around him and rest my head against his shoulder.

It's strangely intimate, sitting like this, pressed tightly against his body, yet I find myself enjoying it a lot. Cuddling was never part of sex with Mark. It simply wasn't who he was. So now I let myself experience what it feels like to be sweetly snuggled in someone else's arms.

However, heat has its own rules, and my hole is aching for that divine fullness, so with a gentle roll of my hips I sink down, impaling myself on his cock.

At the same time, I turn my face toward his and find his mouth.

The green fae’s hands settle under my ass now, helping me rise and fall in this position while I unhurriedly ride him.

We kiss, slow, hungry, deep. Dear Fate, what an incredible feeling. The kind that literally melts my brain.

I want it to last forever. I want to stay right here where it feels this good, where I don’t have to think about a single thing—no worries, no plans for the future, no failures, no obstacles… just pleasure, rolling over me in sweet pink waves.

But then, while I’m completely lost in it, our mouths still locked together, I feel it: that rising pressure deep inside my body.

What…? My pulse spikes. I tear my mouth from his and let out a sharp gasp.

I know what this is.

The green fae is expanding his knot inside me!

The moment is intense. Another, lower groan slips out of me, and he answers with his own.

The knot swells fully, stretching me tight…

Oh wow… fuck!