Page 75 of Dark Fey Captive

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“A little of everything.”

She glanced down at the open map book. I couldn’t understand the writing, but guessed the large lake was the same one down the road. The same one her friends had used to leave.

“You are lonely and miss your friends,” I guessed.

She didn’t look at me as she closed the book.

“How close are you to getting the solar panels set up?” she asked.

She still did not trust me enough yet. But she did trust me a little. She trusted me to keep her safe. To keep her warm. To let me lick her sweet⁠—

I cleared my throat and focused on her question.

“The solar panels are already set up on the roof.”

“I meant, how much longer do you need to work on everything?”

Hope bloomed in my chest. Females often needed more space when they were upset. But sometimes they needed cuddles to feel better. After she’d kicked me in the face and locked herself in the bathroom, I didn’t think she would want to be near me for a while.

Hoping she wanted cuddles, I said, “I can be done now. Belak knows how to finish the rest. Would you like me to hold you?”

She considered me, her expression not filled with revulsion or need, but with curiosity. I fought the urge to grin triumphantly.

“Can I keep my clothes on?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She lifted her arms in invitation.

I immediately scooped her up and sat on the chair with her in my lap. It creaked ominously, and I made a mental note to find sturdier chairs for the kitchen as I nuzzled the top of her head with my cheek.

Her skin was cool. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to give her as much of my heat as possible.

“Once the solar panels are working, the water heater and furnace will work too,” I said. “You will be warmer then.”

“Does that mean you won’t want to hold me anymore?”

“I will always want to hold you.”

Her hand settled on my chest. I blinked, wondering if she would like bed snuggles better than chair snuggles.

“Can I still sleep on top of you at night?” she asked.

Blood rushed to my cock at the soft, pleading note in her voice.

At night? If she wanted, she could be on top of me now.

Her fingers skimmed over my chest, adding to the fire spreading upward from where her rounded backside was pressing into my cock.

I swallowed twice before my throat worked enough to speak.

“Yes.” The word was rough with need and anticipation for sunset.

“After it’s warmer in here, I’ll be able to walk around without clothes on again,” she said, her fingers tracing a circle around my nipple. “If I’m naked, are you going to let other people look at me?”

Her fingernail raked over my nipple, cutting through my hazy thoughts. I shivered and frowned. Not at the scratch. I liked that. Very much. But at her question. It felt like a trick. Females didn’t like being told what they could and couldn’t do. If I said I would not stop her, would she then think I wanted to share her?