Page 102 of Dark Fey Captive

She kissed my nose then rested her head on my shoulder. I’d exhausted her. I could feel it in the loose, relaxed way she clung to me.

Kissing her temple, I carried her to the shower and washed her again. She cuddled against me the whole time, pressing little kisses to my chest.

The water started to cool. I turned it off and dried her carefully.

“I’m so glad I’m staying,” she said.

Hope made my chest tight. Hope that she meant it. Hope that she wouldn’t change her mind. Hope that she would stay with me forever. My hand drifted over her stomach as I dried her, and I imagined it growing round with a baby. I wanted that so badly. With her. Only with Arena.

Her fingers found the tip of my ear, and I glanced up at her.

The knowing smile on her lips made my knees weak.

“So your ears drive you wild, huh?”

I grunted, fighting not to flush.

“Good to know. That’s a lot easier than trying to talk dirty to you.”

Her stomach growled again, a reminder of the meal I’d interrupted.

“I’ll get you a shirt,” I said.

Her fingers trailed along my jaw. “Why? It’s just you and me today, isn’t it? I like the way you look at me when I’m not wearing anything.”

My gaze flicked to her breasts, and I leaned in to kiss the tip of each one. She encouraged me, using her hands to direct my attention, but avoiding my ears.

When her stomach growled again, I rose and tossed the damp towel over the shower rod. We would need it again later.

I led her out to the kitchen where she finished her meal sitting on my lap. She wiggled a lot. I liked it. Her folds spread their wetness over my length, but I knew I couldn’t take her again. I could feel her heat. Her pussy needed a rest.

We were still at the table when I heard a knock on the door.

Arena flew off my lap and ran for the bedroom.

Chuckling and cock wet with her juices, I stood and went to open the door for Belak.

But…

It wasn’t Belak.

Two females stood outside.

The one screamed and hid behind the other. I winced, my gaze going to the one in front who looked equally startled, but not afraid. Her gaze slid down the length of me, locking on my cock. My hands darted forward to cover it as the female bit her bottom lip, her gaze returning to mine.

“Are you Nav?” she asked, smiling slightly.

Why was she smiling? Most females hurried away. Was she going to tell Arena she saw my cock?

“I am,” I said, uncertain.

“We’d like to talk to Arena, please. If we’re not interrupting anything.”

“You’re not!” Arena yelled from the bedroom. “Just give me a second.”

The first woman glanced at my hands.

“It’s a little late for that,” she said. “I think I get why she was so willing to stay now, though.”