Page 9 of Into The Green

But then I heard it.

It was almost nothing at first, just a whisper on the wind.

I didn't even recognize it for an embarrassingly long minute.

Then I did.

A flute.

And then I was running.

Guilt welled up strong and overpowering as I tore through the woods, the sound getting louder and louder. It didn't call to me, not the way it called to her. Because I was male. It didn't beckon me. It didn't muddle my brain. But it would have called Cece. It would have forced her to follow, to fall into the trap before she could even think to try to resist. Not that she would have, seeing as she was completely unaware of what a flute in The Green actually meant.

I tore into the clearing as the music started to hit a peak to find Cece's back to me, naked from the waist up, her body draped over the creature's lovingly.

Then the creature turned, his human half angling toward her, his gaze lowering.

If he looked at her... if he caught her eyes, it would be too late.

"Fuck," I growled, tearing across the clearing. His eyes slowly started to raise from the flute as my hand clamped down hard over Cece's eyes. My other arm went around her center, grabbing hard and yanking her backward as she initially struggled as the song hit the dizzying peak I knew was tearing through her body in the form of a powerful orgasm.

Then it did, making her collapse back on a throaty groan that, despite the shitty situation, I swear to fuck I felt in my dick.

I'd gotten to her just in time.

But I was pretty sure she wouldn't exactly see it that way.

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Cece

My senses snapped back in a dizzying rush. There was a hand over my eyes and an arm around my center, just below my exposed breasts. A solid male body was behind me, dragging me backward slightly. My body felt weird, tingly, sated. Like post-orgasm contended.

Then. "Oh, God," I groaned, realizing that was exactly what it was.

"Get the hell out of here," Jasper's voice said behind me, his voice rough as if he was clenching his jaw. "She's not yours," he added, and I heard a strange sighing sound and shuffling as if someone was moving away. "Breathe," Jasper's voice said in my ear, sounding a little winded, like he had been running. Running for what? To save me? After leaving me alone, unprotected in the woods to be led off by some... creature?

I felt myself snort, struggling hard against his hold. I needed him to let me go. I needed to pull my dress back up. I needed to go find a good place to die of complete freaking mortification.

"Let me go," I demanded, my voice a little shaky, but loud and firm.

Jasper's hand fell from my eyes, and both hands moved to snag the straps of my dress, pulling them up over my sensitive skin, covering my breasts, then pausing for me to slip my arms in the holes again. As soon as they were through, I wrenched away from him, turning to face him. "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded, maybe wanting the truth, and maybe just hoping he would lie to me.

To that, Jasper shrugged a little nonchalantly. "You almost became a sex slave to a faun."

I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to find some kind of rational explanation: hunger, exhaustion, poisonous gas, anything. But I had felt the smooth, wiry fur beneath me. I had heard the music with my ears. I had seen him. I had felt him slip inside me in a way that had felt almost sexual, that had given me an orgasm somehow.

I hadn't been hallucinating.

So I needed answers.

And Jasper, unfortunately, was my only source for them.

"I'm sorry... what?" I asked, opening my eyes on a deep inhale.

Jasper nodded a little like he understood my confusion, but his words came out impatient when he spoke. "That was a faun. They're half-human and half-fae. They draw women in with their music."

I took a deep breath, trying to be open-minded. Fae? As in fairies? As in mythical creatures of mischief? That was completely and utterly insane.