Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

HEJUN

What am I doing?

I stared down at the plastic cup in my trembling hand.

After she accepted my word that I would keep her safe, I'd thought I was bringing May here so she could tell the doctor she wasn't interested. But that wasn't what May had said.

"…we'll join the fourth group…"

"…the fourth group will need to have reciprocated oral as often as possible…"

Had I just agreed to lick May's pussy endlessly for an untold number of days?

My mouth watered, and my cock throbbed even as I shook my head. I couldn't do it. She deserved better.

"…it's okay, Hejun. If you'd rather not, I can ? —"

If not me, she would choose someone else. I groaned softly and tried to think of a way to save her from this. She didn't want me to lick her pussy; she wanted immunity.

"…reciprocated oral…"

"…the frequency and quantity you manage to ingest is key…"

"…ingest…"

"…ingest…"

May had not only committed to allowing me to taste her, but she would need to taste me as well. Her mouth would be on my cock. Sucking. Swallowing.

I fumbled with the lid, opening the cup quickly, before freeing my cock from my pants. I barely managed to lean forward into the tiny cup before I came so hard it felt like my balls were trying to climb into my body. Closing my eyes, I rode out the sensation and waited for the shaking to stop. Once it did, I sealed the dangerously full cup and washed my hands.

My gaze kept flicking to the cup.

The doctor wanted May to drink me. Often.

"…what's the duration…"

"…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 to hear 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."

As I hurried to do as she asked, words I knew I shouldn't say tumbled from me.

"I am nervous. I fear you are saying yes to something you do not truly want. I fear seeing more sadness in your gaze. My hands tremble with my need to touch you even as my mind tells me I cannot."

She looked at me and frowned.

"Why can't you touch me?"

"Because there is no need to exchange anything for your safety. I will keep you safe, May, without a single touch. I will feed you, protect you, and care for you in every way for nothing in return." Unable to hold her gaze any longer, I looked down at my hands helplessly. "I am not like the human men who used you, May. I want you to be happy again."