CHAPTER 4 JARED #7
I simply let him carry me, suspended in that strange state between surrender and acceptance.
I can also feel something trickling from my hole.
Obviously, he came at exactly the same moment I did.
Convinced the seed will be green, as if that would somehow fit a forest entity, I slip my fingers between my legs, catch a little of it, and lift it closer for a better look.
Wow. It's not green at all.
It looks just like any alpha's seed, which is… unexpected. But then again, who knows?
Maybe forest spirits really do have regular jizz. For some silly reason, I'd imagined it would shimmer with magic, but that's not the case. Interesting.
Then a brief flash of worry crosses my mind, but then I remember that I took the birth control pill Alex gave me, so I should be fine. As for STDs, well, he's a glowing forest entity, hello.
The fae carries me as if I weigh nothing, even though I'm over one hundred seventy pounds.
It moves swiftly and effortlessly between the tree trunks, weaving around dense clusters of shrubs, and I get the strange feeling we're heading back toward the same place where I tumbled down the slope earlier.
Hmm. So this is the very direction I was following when I tried to reach the center of the spot Storm marked on the map. A curious thing.
A few more steps, and a small clearing opens up before my eyes. Right in the middle of what I assume is the area Storm pointed out stands… a forest cabin?
That's where the strange entity is taking me.
The house is small, but it doesn't look old, not at all.
It's nothing like some moss-covered, ivy-choked cottage with fly agarics sprouting around it, the sort of place a forest gnome might live in.
It's new, more like a compact modular home built from wood, except a massive tree rises straight through it, its crown spreading high above the roof.
The fae walks inside like any human would. It simply opens the door with one hand and carries me across the threshold.
I glance around. Wow. This place is… fascinating. It's a bizarre blend of modern comfort and something almost magical.
Long planters line the walls, overflowing with shade-loving vines, while the trunk of the enormous tree forms the center of the cabin itself, as though someone built the entire place around it. It looks fucking amazing, like the home of a forest elf from some modern version of a fairy tale.
To the right stands a wooden bed covered with a thick leather blanket and black-and-green bedding. The whole place is simply a perfect fusion of enchanted woodland aesthetics and the demands of our consumer-driven civilization.
There's also a small kitchenette and what I assume is a bathroom, since I can see a narrow door leading into another room.
"You live here?"
Silence.
Strange, some mysterious forest being living in a cabin that could just as easily belong to a human who's obsessed with natural design…
"Are you human? The owner? This looks like a souped-up vacation cabin. We didn't just break into somebody's place, did we?"
Silence again.
Well, I guess Davos was wrong after all. Somebody clearly lives here. But who? I seriously doubt some magical entity went out and bought himself a modular cabin.
So, maybe the owner is my True Mate?
Damn. This is going to get awkward if he suddenly comes home while I'm fucking his green squatter.
Then again, I've already started this, and I'm not about to stop. Worse yet… I don't even want to. My heat already has me firmly in its grasp.
I keep looking around, trying to make sense of everything while the fae quietly lets me take it all in. The walls and floors are wood, the kitchen countertop is carved from natural stone, and there isn't a single piece of plastic anywhere.
Eventually, the entity lowers me onto the bed, but I catch hold of his arm, hot, solid. Beneath my fingertips, I can feel thick cords of powerful muscle, and the sensation is unbelievably pleasant.
"You're not going anywhere, are you? I need… more. I think you understand that. A lot more," I mumble, a little sheepishly.
Silence. He simply watches me.
"Tell me, are you the owner of this cabin? I don’t want to trespass. Or are you some magical creature that lives in the forest? Probably I'm dreaming, just imagining you…"
Being laid on the bed brings us to the same level. I'm sitting on the mattress now while he sits on the edge beside me, noticeably semi-hard. His thick, green dick being so close to me, within reach of my hands, has me all worked up.
Afraid he might stand up and leave, I slide my hands over his shoulders. I can't get over how unbelievably warm his skin is, how human it feels beneath my fingers.
Now, in this enclosed space, I can focus more, and…
I can actually smell him, which rules out the possibility that he's some kind of spirit.
His scent reminds me of the forest itself, a pleasant, sunlit woodland clearing, but that's not all I catch.
As an omega, my sense of smell is unusually sharp, and during heat it becomes even keener, helping me pick up the scent of a potential mate from far away.
And… I'm absolutely sure that scent isn't his actual Allure, his natural pheromones.
The source is probably something way more mundane.
I'd bet my life it's just his shampoo or body wash, with some subtle forest-like fragrance.
Sure, the toiletries are low on chemicals, probably some ultra-organic, top-shelf stuff for people who want to live as healthy and naturally as possible, but there's no way that's the alpha's actual scent.
But let's be real, grooming products don't exactly scream ‘forest spirit’, do they? It's kind of too human. So what's the deal here?
Narrowing my eyes, I give him another once-over. His nails are neatly clipped, his dark green pubic hair perfectly trimmed. Seriously, is this a dream? Everything seems simply incoherent; the elements don't fit together or make any sense.
Well, whatever.
Maybe I should stop overthinking it and just be happy that my green lover isn't some ancient hermit, some forest geezer reeking of last year's leaves and rotting deadwood.
I pull myself tightly against his perfect, hard body, press my face into his neck, sniffing his clean, sensual scent lewdly, and cling tightly to him, suddenly terrified that he might leave. I wasn't lying. My body has found only the smallest bit of relief, and it craves far more than that.
"Please… give it to me," I whisper fervently.
My lips begin to trail across the skin of his neck, and right where alphas and omegas have their neck gland… I discover that exact gland.
I have to ask. It's too strange.
"Are you an alpha? Who are you really? Or what are you?" I whisper, brushing open-mouthed kisses across his neck glands.
Silence is the only answer.
Then again… it doesn't really matter who he is anymore. I already know he can help me through my heat.
My fingers glide lightly, yet hungrily, over his broad back and powerful shoulders, exploring the pleasant curves of bulging muscles.
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?"