Mated to the Enemy

Chapter 11

— Danny —

"He can't be found like this..." I mumbled out loud.

The sounds of the patrol howling up the river where we had just been echoed through the forest.

"Jet would want you to live, so you should leave us," Ralph said while he hefted an arm over his shoulder to drag his friend. Their trail would be obvious if they kept on like that. All it would take was one wolf to pass by this area and pick up the scent of blood and the heavy disturbance of dragging an unconscious man through the dirt.

I sniffed the air, I could smell it.

The blood.

Even with the moss, he would be found.

"We can't move him anymore, not like this. We have to hide him, and lead the patrol away from here," I ignored Ralph's suggestion about leaving them.

He nodded. "There is," he coughed softly like he was embarrassed, "another option."

I glared at him. This wasn't the time to piss on about options, not when the patrol was so close.

"Well, out with it. All choices are on a timer."

Ralph grinned conspiratorially. "The fae are deadly, but they are also full of magic, and the mate bond is pure magic. You could tug at that bond to help his wolf heal him. The blood moon, the bond, you being fae... it could work."

"How do I do that?" And the look in Ralph's eyes along with the blush of his ears being beet red told me enough of what he was suggesting.

The back of my neck burned thinking about the only other thing the fae were known for besides violence. I averted my gaze to the ground, and then up at the blood moon as if contemplating, but really I couldn’t meet him in the eyes.

As if I was daft about what he was asking of me, Ralph added in a whisper, “s*x magic…”

I grumbled. “I knew what you were saying, but there is no guarantee doing that will help when I literally found out I was fae not an hour ago. Plus,” I motioned to Jet, who was passed out, “I’m not forcing myself on a man who’s basically a zombie.”

“If the magic is working he won’t be,” Ralph insisted. “Just touch him.”

Just to prove him wrong I considered kissing his cheek or something, and if he didn’t respond then we were back to my first plan of creating a distraction and giving them time to escape.

"Fine, but if it works you need to guard not watch like a creeper.”

Ralph nodded, but still stared at me waiting. Guess he wasn’t going to look away until he knew it was working.

My lips thinned, but I gently brushed my fingers through Jet’s hair, and then cupped his cheek. I took a breath to steel myself. I could do this, I chanted in my mind. Leaning in my heart hammering in my chest the closer I got to kissing his forehead. My skin tingled where I touched him, and I worried more that it would work than if it didn’t. Nuzzling my nose with his, I got close to his mouth, the tension in the air between us made me stop just hovering a hair’s breath away. Electricity snapped between us, but I couldn’t follow through while he was unconscious.

Squeezing my eyes shut I thought about how awkward it was to try healing him this way. A horrible thought occurred to me. I was half wolf too and hadn’t developed any abilities on my mother’s side outside of night vision and a small bit more strength than human. It was entirely possible that I didn’t have a typical fae’s ability and I would be doing nothing more than violating Jet in a hope of helping him. Did the intention outweigh the wrongness of the means?

I hesitated.

Then Ralph nudged me, pushing my lips upon Jet’s. My eyes launched open as I scrambled to right myself. Jet groaned beneath me, and before I could withdraw his lips moved and his hand twitched near my thigh.

“It’s working,” Ralph insisted.

I was going snap back at him that he was delusional because a groan didn’t mean Jet was stirring from good health, but more probably from pain of having a heavy body shoved at him. But I was silenced when Jet sucked on my lower lip, and I gasped when he moaned my name.

“I’ll give you guys some privacy,” Ralph said with a grin that I saw out of the corner of my eye.

This didn’t prove anything.

“Jet…” I tried to make sure he was conscious since his eyes were still closed. His name came out as more of a plea than a question.

“Mate,” he moaned out causing guilt to gnaw at my insides. Even if there was a mate bond possible between us… he wouldn’t want to be bonded with a fae. That should have stopped me from going further, but his hands were wrapping around me, and grabbing my thighs as I straddled him. There was a rip in my jeans at my thigh, and his thumb rubbed my skin slipping between the broken strands and stretching the opening until he had more access towards the tender skin below my butt cheek. Heat seeking fingers trailed inward cupping my butt through a tear that could never be repaired, but my thoughts fogged over as I leaned into him with my forehead leaning against his.

His eyes glowed like sapphires flickering in the moonlight and with a low growl one of those sneaky fingers flicked under my underwear, and teased my slick folds up and down insuring my readiness for the intentions I had started. Nerves made my thighs clench against him. I had to know that this was more than lust, and an excuse to satiate my dry spell so I stared at his shoulder where I had shoved moss into his wounds. His blood seemed to glow the more he touched me, and my hips responded by rocking against him.

I was so f****d up, I thought, but the way he stared at me took all those thoughts and shattered them. This was for him to heal, I would only do this until his wound closed I promised myself.

His mouth crashed into mine swallowing my moan. I gasped and flung my head back as his finger brushed over my c**t. I licked my lips and tasted blood. A small dribble of crimson smeared down Jet’s chin, he smiled at me with a sharp wolf’s grin, but when my hand touched my teeth, it was me, I realized, that had bit him with my own fangs. My gums throbbed. I wiggled, feeling awful about what I had done, but he held me firm atop him. For someone I was trying to heal with crazy fae magic, he was surprisingly strong.

I glared at him. “If you’re strong enough to hold me here, I think you’re strong enough to get your ass up and run before we’re caught by the Blood Crest’s patrol,” I tried to sound pissed off, but every word was breathy and my statement didn’t stop my body from reacting to him. My mind warred with hum I felt as he touched my skin.

Jet chuckled, and now was not the time to be trivial about our circumstances. He removed his fingers slowly, and my skin tingled and throbbed in their absence before he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on my juices with a smile.

“As you wish,” he replied darkly.