Page 14 of Dark Fey Captive

Did that mean Gwen knew what took me? Wait…was he threatening to go after them if I didn’t cooperate?

“Forced sex is never as good as willing sex,” I said.

“I know.”

He said it with so much certainty that I wondered how many times he’d tried it to be sure. A shiver ran through me.

“What are you?” The question was out of my mouth before the thought registered.

“I am a fey.”

The word brought to mind a man—light, lithe, and beautiful. The one outside the door didn’t look like that. He was dark and thick and…scary? It was the eyes and the nails. I honestly couldn’t remember his face.

“You’re too cold,” he said.

I realized my teeth were quietly chattering.

“You need to come out now.”

With a crack, wood splintered as he pulled the door open. I stared, stunned. The lock hadn’t done a thing to stop him. He had let me stay in the bathroom.

“My name is Nav,” he said from behind the slightly mangled door. “What’s your name?”

My brain was struggling to move past how fucked I was. He was too strong to overpower and too fast to run from. The only choice I had left was whether I was going to be a cooperative captive.

“The infected did not scare you out of bed, did they? I did.” The heaviness in his tone actually made me feel guilty, as if I were the one being unreasonable.

He wouldn’t let me leave and broke the door to get to me. Pretty sure the reason for my fear was sound.

“My name is Arena,” I said instead of acknowledging that he was right.

“Arena,” he repeated in an odd tone.

Reverence? Or anticipation?

I was no longer sure how much of my shaking was due to the cold.

“Come out, Arena.”

“Could you pass me my clothes first?”

“They’re wet and won’t warm you. I will. Come out.”

Knowing I had no other choice, I shuffled forward on numb feet.

He stayed behind the door until I cleared it. When he stepped out, seeing him again was just as startling as the first time. Especially with the way he watched me. Tense. Hungry.

For sex or my head?

Suddenly, sex didn’t sound so bad.

His gaze went to my mouth. Was he looking at my blue lips or thinking of ways to stop my teeth from clacking together? The little braids woven into his long black hair by the temples swayed as he stepped closer to me.

He plucked me off my feet like I was a toddler asking for uppies.

Startled, I braced my hands on his chest. The heat stung my fingers, and I didn’t push away as I’d intended. It felt too good.

A hot arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to him. He pressed his other hand between my shoulder blades. I couldn’t fight the forward pressure. Slowly, the space between us vanished until my front was flush against his.