Page 76 of Dark Fey Captive

“I do not control who can see your body. You do. But I hope you will only want me to see your pretty pussy, just like you are the only one I want to see my cock.”

Her fingers stilled on my chest, and she tipped her head up to meet my gaze. For a horrible moment, I thought she would slap me and hurt her hand. But she smiled slowly.

“Sometimes you say the best things.”

Did that mean I sometimes said the worst things, too?

I was still wondering what I might have said that wasn’t good when she leaned in. The sudden press of her soft backside into my lap and the brush of her lips on my throat stopped all thought.

Frozen, heart pounding, I waited for her to pull away again. She didn’t. She smoothed her hands up, over my shoulders, and kissed my jaw.

Her fingers crept up the back of my neck, pressing against me. I followed her silent signal and bent my head closer to hers. She kissed my chin and then her lips brushed mine.

Curling my hands into fists, I fought not to take control.

Females didn’t like to be grabbed.

They did not like to be forced.

I needed to stay still so she would keep doing whatever she wanted.

Her tongue darted out, wetting my bottom lip.

My control snapped.

Hands cupping her face, I opened my mouth and devoured hers. The sweet stroke of her tongue against mine…The soft sounds she was making…The way she was pressing her breasts into my chest, seeking more contact…more friction.

I stood, knocking the chair over, and strode toward the living room.

Arena pulled away from me and pressed her hands against me.

“Wait,” she said, breathing hard. “We can’t do anything. Belak is still here.”

“Belak, you need to leave,” I said.

He ran up from the basement and started for the door.

“What? No,” Arena said, pushing at my chest until I put her down.

I frowned, watching her straighten her shirt. Her nipples were hard again. Because she was cold or because she’d liked kissing me?

Confused, I glanced at Belak. He stood by the door, sharing my uncertainty.

“I don’t understand,” I said, focusing on Arena again. “I thought you did not want Belak to see your pussy.”

She made a bad face—the kind females made when they opened a refrigerator filled with spoiled food. But no gagging. Just the bad face.

“I don’t want him to. I want to wait until you’re done with the solar panels and it’s dark outside, and Belak is in his own house.”

Relieved she wasn’t inviting Belak to stay for sex, I hugged her to hide my smirk. She would not like that I was amused by her desire to wait for dark until I tasted her again. Females didn’t like it when we looked as we feasted. They thought the dark protected them. It didn’t. We saw even better in the dark than we did in the harsh daylight.

“We will wait until the sun sets,” I said, kissing her temple.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed prettily, and pulled out of my arms. Instead of leaving, though, she hesitated, her gaze dipping to my hand. Reaching out, she wrapped her small fingers around mine. The way she bit her bottom lip and looked up at me intensified my need for her.

I glanced at the bed again.

She tugged at my hand.