Page 6 of Demon Shy

“…until the bloodwork starts to change…”

May would be mine for days. Another cold sweat broke out.

My mind raced. May was determined to do this, so I would help her. But I refused to use her like she’d been used in the past. I would show her I wasn’t like them. That she had nothing to fear from me.

Taking a calming breath, I collected the cup, adjusted my still-aching length, and left the bathroom.

May was waiting for me near the door when I handed the cup to the doctor.

“Ninety-eight milliliters,” the doctor said, looking at it. “I learned after the first volunteer that the fey who haven’t yet been with a female needed the larger specimen cup.” She smiled reassuringly at May. “The volume should decrease the more often he releases and with dehydration.”

May’s cheeks flushed. Was she regretting her choice? We needed to leave so I could assure her it was okay if she’d changed her mind about joining the doctor’s study.

“I think that’s everything for now,” the doctor said. “Don’t forget to note the frequency when you return in a few hours.”

My traitorous cock throbbed, and my heart started to pound with my nervousness as the doctor turned her back on us in dismissal.

I glanced at May, who was watching me. Her beautiful brown eyes watched me, but not with the usual sadness. A tiny crease between her brows drew my attention. She was worried but not sad. What did that mean?

She offered me a small smile and held out her hand.

“Ready?” she asked.

I was not even remotely prepared for what she wanted me to do.

Touching her meant I was risking losing her. But not touching her meant the same.

Step by step, I closed the distance between us and took her hand. Her fingers felt tiny against mine. Fragile. Breakable. May had endured so much already. I didn’t want to be the one to break her.

“Do you have your own place, Hejun, or are we going back to mine?” she asked.

“I have a home,” I managed to say as I led her out the door.

“Any chance you’d be willing to carry me there? I like it when you carry me.”

Desperate to feel her softness again, I had her up in my arms so fast I scared a squeak out of her.

“I apologize,” I said.

“It just surprised me. That’s all,” she said, resting her head against my chest.

The simple contact made the ache in my chest and my cock grow, and I started to jog to my house. She tipped her head back and looked up at me. I glanced at her mouth and almost tripped.

“Do I make you nervous, Hejun?” she asked softly.

Nervous. Desperate. Needy. So hard it felt like my cock would crack. But Angel warned us that women do not want tohear our desperation. Hearing would make them run away from us. So, rather than answer with the truth, I attempted to distract May from the question.

“My house is the green one,” I said, nodding toward it.

She turned her head to look, and I had her through the door seconds later.

Her silence as she studied my home had me doing the same. The furniture was soft and comfortable. During our supply runs, I’d collected many pictures of nature to hang on the walls, so even inside, it felt like I was outside in the sun. Did May hate it?

“If you don’t like something, I can change it for you.”

Her pretty brown gaze found mine.

“Thank you for carrying me. You can put me down now.”

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