Page 54 of Dark Fey Captive

While considering that, I brought the supplies down to the docks for Arena’s family when they returned for her. Under a rock, I found a piece of paper with writing.

I stared at the squiggly lines, but couldn’t make sense of any of them. Was it another note that would make her cry? I hoped not. The sight of her tears had filled me with helplessness. I never wanted to experience that again. Yet, I couldn’t throw the note away. It was from her family. Now that we were no longer staying close to the water, it would be harder for her to reunite with them. The note might explain how to find them.

Exchanging the supplies for the note, I returned to the pharmacy. In one of the aisles, I found the marking sticks I was looking for. Lilly and Timmy, the children in Tolerance, had used these sticks to create art on the sidewalks. It washed off in the rain, but it would work if Arena’s family returned in the morning.

Taking the sticks, I marked the way to the house with arrows.

Arena continued to sleep peacefully as I let myself back in, added more wood to the fire, and put the clothes into the dresser with the bra. She didn’t notice when I left for more supplies. A few infected did, though. They were drawn in as I made supply trips between the pharmacy and the house. I removed their heads as soon as I saw them so they wouldn’t follow me back.

After clearing the food and chocolate from the pharmacy, I headed to the grocery store I’d noticed. Its doors were still shut tightly, and an infected with no legs scratched on the glass as I approached.

The doors moved reluctantly, but opened without shattering. The infected called out and reached for my leg. I picked it up, removed its head, and tossed it aside. Another infected ran out from the darkened depths of the store.

A few minutes later, seven infected were piled outside. I would need to move them with a truck tomorrow if Arena felt safe enough to stay in the house alone. Thinking of her, I hurried to find boxes and filled them with food.

Like with the pharmacy, I stacked as many as I could in my arms and ran back to the house. It only took minutes. The pile I’d created outside the back door soon towered over my head.

When I thought I had enough to fill the perimeter of the basement, I closed the grocery store doors to keep infected out and ran to the school. It took hours to pull up enough fencing to surround the neighborhood. I had to cut each connection, roll up the fencing, stack the posts, and make countless trips to haul everything back.

I checked on Arena often.

Before dawn, I returned to the house and quietly washed. She sighed softly when I joined her and nuzzled my chest when I set her on top of me again, making me glad I had removed my clothes.

Soon she would feel safe enough to sleep without hers too.

I smoothed my hand down her back, closing my eyes and anticipating dawn when she would wiggle herself awake on top of me.

CHAPTER TWENTY

ARENA

The boat gently rose and fell in the water as I basked in the sun, my skin pleasantly warm. I wasn’t wearing anything, and it felt amazing. But not as amazing as Nav made me feel.

Head back, I spread my legs wider for him as he feasted like a king, his tongue dragging over my clit in long, firm strokes. It wasn’t enough.

I grabbed his hair. “Fuck me already. Please.”

He didn’t lift his head, no matter how hard I tugged. Instead, he slipped his hands under my ass, kneading my cheeks and pressing his tongue more firmly against me. It was heaven and hell. A slow torture of pleasure that wanted to advance, but never did.

Just when I was about to beg again, the water stopped moving.

Dream and reality overlapped.

Nav and I weren’t on a boat. I was lying on his chest, straddling his waist. In the house. The pressure against my clit was real, though. So was the pleasure.

He exhaled heavily, the sinking sensation reminding me of being on a boat. His warm hands kneaded my ass. The motion subtly ground me more firmly against his cock, which stood at attention from clit to crack. It felt like I wasn’t even wearing my sweats.

So good.

Without thinking, I rolled my hips for more friction.

“Are you awake, my pretty Arena? Should I touch you like I did yesterday?”

I nodded, still half asleep but liking what we were doing.

One of his hands slipped into the waistband at my lower back. His fingers caressed my cheeks a second before teasing my entrance from behind. An instant spike of pleasure shot straight to my core. I clenched wetly around nothing and lifted my head to kiss his chest.

He grunted, and those magic fingers dipped into my channel, teasing my opening briefly before slipping past to my clit. More awake, I arched my back to give him better access.