CHAPTER 5 JARED #3
Gentle darkness embraces me.
When I wake again, it's already dusk, so another day has passed. I'm lying on my side, a green arm wrapped around my waist.
Well… what perfect timing.
This madness called heat can keep going.
Almost instinctively, I press my hips back against his groin, silently demanding more.
I'm barely awake, still hazy with sleep, yet my body craves its release, and he doesn't refuse.
He gives it to me again… and again… and again.
I come over and over with helpless moans before drifting right back to sleep, and the same thing happens another three times before morning.
Thankfully, everything slows down a little by then. My body finally gives me a chance to breathe.
I get to sleep a bit longer.
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When I wake, it's already noon, and I know my heat has entered its final stage. By evening, it'll all be over.
My body feels satisfied, relaxed, still looking forward to being filled but no longer with that same desperate urgency.
A pleasant aroma drifts through the air. When I roll onto my side, I see the glowing figure walking toward me with the same tall mug in his hand.
This time it's filled with a creamy mushroom and beef soup.
Mmm…
Dear Fate, this tastes like mushrooms picked straight from the forest, not the bland ones from the grocery store.
I practically throw myself at it, gulping it down in huge swallows while the fae watches me with his head tilted slightly to one side. I get the distinct impression he's a little amused by how greedily I'm drinking it.
"Damn, that was good. Seriously delicious," I blurt out as I sink back onto the bed.
Then I notice the sheets have been changed. Well… that’s thoughtful of him. The old ones were so soaked with cum I was practically sliding across them.
And speaking of cum… I could definitely use another serving.
"And now…" I purr in a teasing voice as I roll onto my stomach, lifting my ass ever so slightly. "Time for dessert."
The green fae jumps on me in a fraction of a second. Instantly, his hard rod impales me, and I let out a sharp gasp at the forceful invasion.
He's clearly in the mood for something faster, more energetic. Maybe he can sense this is the last day of my heat, the final moments of this strange fling between us.
He drives into me in a quick, heated rhythm while my own cock, trapped against the sheets, rubs helplessly against the fabric, throbbing with every thrust and threatening to spill at any second.
I feel the fae's lips against the back of my neck. They move across my skin with a palpable hunger, almost as though he's trying to hold on to something, maybe to preserve this moment between us before it dissolves into the haze of nothingness.
Then his mouth stills over my scent gland.
I freeze slightly, uncertainty flickering through me. Why is he so interested in my scent gland? If he isn't an alpha, if he isn't even human, what could possibly draw him to that spot?
The attention feels unbelievably good, though, so I close my eyes and let him pound into my ass.
Bam… bam… bam…
Every thrust lands perfectly, fast, deep, relentless, while he keeps sucking at my gland, flooding me with pleasure from two directions at once. Or… did I imagine it?
Did I just feel the brush of his teeth? I doubt he'd actually try to mark me… assuming he isn't human.
My ex-husband marked both of my scent glands, of course. He always believed he owned me completely. But the last time was a year and a half ago, and the scars have faded, barely visible anymore. Interestingly, I never marked him. I just didn’t have it in me. The need.
The way the green being keeps nibbling and teasing my glands is both startling and strangely exciting. Still, nothing can come of it. My heat is almost over. I'll leave this forest behind, and this fae will remain here.
Yet the attention he's lavishing on my glands seems to have an effect. On him, too. I feel his knot swelling again.
A ragged gasp tears from my throat. Every time I feel it happen, it's unbelievably intense… and unbelievably good.
He never stops moving. His swollen knot massages my prostate with merciless precision, and shameless sounds spill from my lips as I come again, caught in another breathtaking chain of orgasms that leaves me nothing but a puddle of trembling jelly.
As the strongest climax finally begins to ebb, I feel his lips brush lightly along my cheekbone before coming to a stop on my temple, in what is almost a tender kiss.
Hmm. It's such a strange feeling. The forest fae treats me in bed as though I were someone he truly cherished, his beloved.
I don't really know what to make of it or how to understand it, but it fills me with a strange kind of happiness mixed with wistfulness and melancholy. I had to spend my heat with a complete stranger, a forest entity or something, just to learn what tenderness feels like?
I press my cheek into the pillow and let my eyes drift shut.
Sleep and sex are the two worlds my heat is made of, endlessly flowing into one another. The last thing I feel is…
Stroking.
The green monster is gently, tenderly stroking my hair.
How strange. How wonderful.
What a shame the darkness has already claimed me.