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“Leave!” she commanded, breathing hard, fists clenched.
I studied her, unable to keep my mind from imagining what it would be like to take her sweet center against my mouth. My once-softened cock hardened at the thought.
“As you desire,” I said, but I paused at the door after restoring my appearance. When I looked over my shoulder at her, she was staring at the opposite wall, her profile tense and angry, and her mood only darkened as I spoke.
“Come when I call, sweet creature,” I said. “Or I will come for you.”
Chapter Ten
Three Strands of Hair
I pressed my fingers to my lips in quiet disbelief of what I had done, what I hadwantedto do to the elven prince. I had not expected him to kiss me, and when he did, I had been powerless to resist because I hadn’t wanted to. This whole time, I’d been afraid that he would eat me whole, and here I’d desperately wanted it.
It was a means to an end, I told myself. Anything to make myself feel better about the fact that I had willingly taken the prince’s cock into my mouth.
I could still taste him on my tongue.
I could still smell the warmth of his skin.
I could still feel the sharp tug of his hand in my hair.
And I would gladly take more.
Fuck me.
I knelt and plucked one dark hair after another from my floor until I had three long, black strands sitting in my palm. Carefully, I twisted them around my finger and knocked on the doors of my wardrobe. Unlike last time, it opened a crack, though I could not see who answered.
“I need a pouch…a small one to keep something safe,” I said.
The door shut quietly, and after a moment, the fae in the armoire produced a small square of fabric that closed with two golden ties. I took it, and before I could say anything, the door shut again. I slipped the hairs inside, pulling the strings tight, and shoved it between my breasts to keep it safe as I made my return to the selkie’s pond.
My journey was easier now that my feet were healed, though my mind wandered to Casamir and the intimacy we had shared, and the more I thought about it, the more I ached. A desperation took root in the bottom of my stomach, and by the time the pond came into view, my mind had conjured images of me and the elven prince locked together and writhing.
I had to get out of here before I did something I regretted.
A feeling of unease shivered down my spine, just as it had when I had visited before. My steps slowed and the feeling continued, raising the hair on the nape of my neck. I turned my head slowly, peering into the flora around me, but saw nothing of note.
It is probably fairies playing tricks on you.I thought of the selkie’s parting words, but my heart continued to race, and I felt an overwhelming sense of dread as I faced the pond.
“You’ve returned.”
The voice startled me, and I whipped around to face the selkie, who stood in his human form. He was naked, his burnished body on display. I let my eyes descend over his hard muscles, unnerved by his erection, but I was seeking his weakness, the sealskin, which was not near.
“Can you call for Wolf?” I asked.
The selkie took a step toward me, and I took one back.
“So you have succeeded? You have three hairs from the prince’s head?”
As he spoke, he continued his approach, as sly and stealthy as a jungle animal. I felt cornered as the back of my feet sank into the muddy bank of the pond.
His eyes narrowed on my neck. I did not know what he saw, but I could guess. Casamir had sucked my skin hard into his mouth.
“You bear his mark.”
I covered my skin where it was most sensitive and narrowed my eyes.
“I did not tell you about the three hairs,” I said.
