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I wanted him.
I wanted him to take me, I wanted to come undone, to shatter under him. To feel a pleasure that left me breathless and wishing for more. Even now with him above me, his hooded gaze as he stared down. There were no words, no thoughts, just the feeling of his fingers on my skin. His breath on my face, his smell as it swirled around me. My skirt rode up as his hand ran along my leg. His feather-light touch against the bare skin of my thigh, his fingers had found their way to the wetness between my legs. His smoldering gaze, his grin wicked as if he could read my mind.
Honestly, I could lay here all night long, until the morning sun peaked its way through the window pane; in pleasure and ecstasy. Sharing in it with this fae male. I was his at this moment. I was his to take, to taste, to have.
“Serra.”
His voice echoed as my room dropped away. The image swirled as my consciousness pulled itself back, waking me up.
I was back in the alcove.
The fire flickered lightly as the embers snapped. Sitting up, my head pounded. A sudden weight pressing down on me. The consequence of what I had just dreamt. And it had been just that. It had been a dream, a vivid one too. My face heated from it; it felt so real. My skin prickled, his touch, his lips on my skin all of it had felt real. My fingers brushed my lips, relished in the memory of his touch. I couldn't believe how quickly he had taken control, how easily he had made me submit to him.
Even in my dreams.
As I raised my head, a sudden flicker of movement drew my attention. Across from me, on the other side of the crackling fire, a striking red fox with black ears and legs sat, its white belly fur glowing in the dancing light. Its sharp gaze was fixed on me, tracking my every move as its tail swished back and forth.
Had I made its home my resting place?
Suddenly, something strange happened; the fox began to change before my eyes, transforming from a furry animal to a flesh-and-bone creature. The fox was no longer a fox but a tall, striking figure with pointed ears and arched brows. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline caught my attention, as did his dark brown tousled hair and hazel eyes. A sense of familiarity washed over me, but as I looked closer, I realized that this was no human - he was Fae.
And I knew him.
“Corey?”
ChapterFifteen
SERRA
He cleared his throat as he bowed before me, “Actually, my name is Hendrix. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you, Serra.”
I was speechless.
The Rusty Goat’s barkeep was Fae. The Fae male that stood before me in fact. Corey was not a mortal. Corey was Hendrix, Hendrix was Corey. I stammered as I struggled to form a coherent sentence.
“I-I don’t understand.” My groggy mind struggled to comprehend what was happening as the figure before me spoke urgently. I could feel the worry that came from him, the thickness of it as he stood there in the dark.
“There is a lot to say, to explain to you. But we don't have the time,” he said, his intense gaze darting in every direction.
It took a moment for my disoriented mind to wake up and process what he was saying. He seemed afraid to be there, and I had barely stood up before he kicked the embers of the fire out, scattering its remains across the stone floor. Frantically, he motioned for me to follow him down a path. “We should not linger here,” he warned.
“Why?”
“These caves are not safe, many dark and otherworldly beings dwell within and the magic that lives here is older than anyone who lives. These caves thrive on your deepest desires. It’s its way of pulling you in and keeping you trapped here.”
Deepest desires?
I didn’t desire to have the Goblin King take me, did I? Yes, I was attracted to him, I could not help myself either. I was drawn to him, all of it out of my own self-control. My voice cracked as I asked Hendrix what he meant.
“T-the what?”
He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes betraying a deep weariness. It was clear that he was carefully choosing his words. “The Caves of Desire,” he began, “have a certain allure for those seeking to escape their own reality, to revel in the magic and false experiences it provides. But respectfully, that is until the creatures and inhabitants that dwell within find you.”
As he spoke, I could sense a hint of fear in his voice. I felt the blood drain from my face. Jesper tricked me, the wicked little beast tricked me. Hendrix spoke again, “You made it farther inside than I had anticipated. It was a struggle to find you.”
“Find me?” I asked, my voice rising an octave, “why would you need to find me? Have you been following me?”
I could feel the knot in my stomach as it tightened, waiting of him to answer me.
