CHAPTER 5 JARED #2
As I pick up the pace, my hair sways like a veil of gold, and my cock bounces with every thrust. The more I lose myself in it, the hotter it gets.
I love this position because I have total control over my own pleasure—how deep, how hard I go.
So I ride him however I prefer, and the orgasm builds fast, even though sweat is pouring off me and my hair becomes plastered to my chest and shoulders.
When it finally hits, it's explosive. A rush of energy surges up my spine and bursts out the top of my head. I throw my arms up and cry out, loud and wild.
At the same time, I feel him come. His aura flares brighter, sending a pulse of energy through me, and I'm flooded with a fresh spurt of wet inside my passage.
This moment is extraordinary, as if some kind of energy has entered me, something that comes from him, some power that has found its way to me, into my very core… For a split second, I feel like I know what happened. A thought flashes through my mind:
A new life.
But I push it away, too deeply lost in pleasure.
Completely spent, I collapse onto his chest. My eyes drift shut on their own, and I slip away into sleep.
Heat has always been like this for me. After every wave is satisfied, I simply fall asleep and stay that way until the next one is near. You could say my heat is a strange state: half sleep and half bliss.
When I wake up again, the entity is gone from the cabin once more.
I wonder what he does during all those moments when he isn't fucking me.
I head into the bathroom and take a long shower, washing my hair too, since it doesn't exactly look fresh after riding the fae.
I wrap it in a towel because I never use a dryer, as it damages my hair.
Then I return to the bed and lie down, already feeling the next wave creeping closer.
I'm frustrated by how intense all of this is, but what else could I expect?
I'm a young omega, and young omegas always have the strongest, wildest heats.
With every passing minute, I feel the peak drawing nearer. My whole body seems to tremble constantly, as though I were lying on a gently vibrating surface, while endless contractions and waves roll through me.
As I wait for him to return, I stare up at the ceiling, where a tree trunk passes through an opening.
It's been carefully insulated with rock wool to keep the warmth inside without damaging the tree.
Interesting. I really like the mindset of whoever designed this cabin.
It's small, but incredibly cozy, the perfect place to escape civilization and relax surrounded by nature.
My muddled brain tries to stay focused on any unrelated topic to slow down the relentless rise of my hunger, but my body doesn’t care. My thighs slowly spread apart on their own, and while I desperately search for something to occupy my thoughts as I wait… bam. There it is.
A troubling realization suddenly pops into my overheated mind.
It's already been twenty-four hours since I last contacted Alex.
Shit!
Maybe he'll wait a little longer, but I should let him know what happened to me as soon as possible.
The very moment I violently push myself upright, intending to do something about it, the green fae walks inside.
The sight of him instantly sends a rush of heat into my cheeks, and I fall back onto the bed.
He's already semi-hard… and so am I. Actually, scratch that.
I'm fully hard. This stage of heat is always overwhelming.
Even though my body aches with need, I remain sprawled across the bed, almost paralyzed, doing nothing except spreading my thighs even wider.
The creature, however, seems to ignore my rather obvious invitation. He's carrying something that looks like a dark bundle, though at first I can't tell what's inside. A second later, I do, because an amazing smell begins drifting from it.
So he'd clearly gone somewhere, bought… or made something for me to eat.
He disappears into the pantry for a moment, then returns carrying a tall mug filled with something steaming and warm. Walking over to the bed, he offers it to me, and I instantly recognize what it is.
A delicious vegetable broth, blended perfectly smooth so I won't have to chew.
Dear Fate… it smells incredible.
I look up at him, gratitude swelling inside my chest. I've been craving something exactly like this. Living entirely on protein shakes isn't ideal, but the rich aroma of hot homemade soup… that's exactly what I needed.
"Thank you. It smells amazing."
The soup is still warm, so I assume he either made it somewhere else or someone prepared it for him not long ago. I start drinking.
Wow.
It's the perfect temperature… and it tastes even better.
"Mmm… you're a fantastic cook," I say on purpose, curious to see how he'll react.
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!
Well, fascinating.
Everyone says a knot only ties between people who share a real emotional connection. So what the hell is this?
We barely know each other, and yet it’s… no, I can’t think. It’s stealing my breath.
I lean back, or rather melt back.
The fae shifts sideways so I tip onto the bed instead of onto the floor.
I’m a little stunned, but in a good way. The pressure inside is already calming the heat wave quite thoroughly. I lie there panting, knotted solid.
I lock eyes with him. His gaze is fixed on me now, intense, keen.
Then it drifts slowly to my pendant and back to my eyes, like he’s trying to tell me something without words. But what?
Well, I have something else to say.
"Fuck me with your knot…"
The words leave me on a breathless rush, and he immediately starts moving.
Slow, deep thrusts that grind against my prostate with every push. Fuck, it’s intense. Sounds tear out of me, moans, cries.
…thrust, thrust…
Oh yes, just like that, yes, yes!
I come once, then again, then again, and it hits me what this is, why it’s so overwhelming. These are breeding orgasms… deep and powerful, stirring ecstasy in me as he strokes me from the inside, shaking me apart.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I’m mumbling like I’m delirious.
That thick part of his cock is massaging me firmly from within, giving me pure heaven.
"So good, so good," I whimper, and I come again, exploding with such a massive spurt that my balls feel completely drained.
I’m still shaking in ecstasy; this is finally proper heat-fucking, duh!
And then…
I just float away.
My body, spent from the pleasure, gives in.