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The warm glow of the hallway lights glinted off of the silky, silver gelled strands of his hair. His large hands stuffed into the pockets of his charcoal grey suit pants, shoulders hunched in what seemed to be an attempt to make himself look smaller. But his, easily, 6'5 frame boasting the broadest shoulders she's seen in her life easily dwarfed her own. His obsidian eyes, that Isla realized now were not black but in fact the darkest shade of blue, were cast down examining the pale pink of her bare toes. Ridiculously she felt her toes curl into the plush fabric of the entry way rug, nervousness creeping up her spine.
"W-what...How did you-?" she stuttered out her eyes darting around him in a desperate fashion. If he was here that could only mean her smooth escape wasn't so smooth, she had even wound her way through the city just to make sure she hadn't been tailed. He scratched the back of his head in a sheepish fashion, straight white teeth worrying his pink bottom lip.
"That's my fur, lass," he rumbled out, his voice rich with a smokey brogue. "I'll always know where to find it."
He reached out to stroke the lush fur gracing her shoulders, only to stop short mere centimeters from it, fingers curling and a snarl briefly marring his sculpted face. Quickly stepping back from him, which only allowed him to stride into her domain, Isla spoke quickly:
"What?? There's a tracker in this thing?? Did she have me followed?! How did she even know?! YOUR fur?? It wouldn't fit you," the bit coming out in a harsh breath, as he gripped her shin between his thumb and pointer finger forcing her gaze to meet his.
"Ye dinnae even know what ye were stealing?" The gaze that resembled a midnight ocean searched the jade expanse of her own, her expression unreadable. "I'm a selkie, lass, this," a faint smile twitched to life on his lips, the fingers of his free hand ghosting over the lapels of the fur. "is my fur. Which makes ye," his breath fanning across her parted lips, "my new wife."
His scent invaded her nose, virtually shutting down her other senses excluding where his warm fingers dug ever so gently into her chin. Sea breeze, and a musk that was exclusively him made her mouth water. The moment the word wife left her mouth, however, his gentle seduction flooded away.
"Did you just fucking say WIFE/??!!!" the other words he had so softly purred to her not truly registering with her. The man was obviously insane, it was just her luck that the hottest man she had seen in her entire life was too fruity for his loops. What the hell even was a selkie? Maybe it was some kind of title, maybe Donnatelle was in a mob. Yeah, maybe a selkie was a name for bodyguard or hot piece of ass.
"Aye, I did," his nose rubbed against her, the fingers that had held her chin slid into her unbound tresses. Her traitorous body shuttered with pleasure, it had been so long since she had been caressed so gently by anyone. Let alone looked at with such reverence, his midnight eyes practically glowed with it.
"Err, Ms.Olympia??" a familiar voice squeaked, breaking her from the spell that this, unfortunately so, psychopath had cast on her. The concerned face of her favorite delivery boy peered at her from over the broad shoulder of the intruder. She didn't want to pull him into whatever mess this was, so she played it cool. Smiling brightly like she always did, she stepped around the suited man, gripping a handful of loose bills she left on her hall table for her weekly take out expense.
"Here ya go, hun," she could swear she heard a growl from behind her. "Keep the change!"
Hoseoks normally sunny face looked clouded over with something darker, "Why didn't you tell the family you where looking for a mate?"
The level of offense and hurt on his face was astounding, what was in the air tonight! But before she could answer a large tanned hand gripped the edge of the door and the finely muscled chest of her sexy psycho pressed into her back.
"Be gone, Dokkaebi," his voice rumbled through her body as he snatched the bags from Hoseok, and summarily slammed the door in the angry face of the younger man. "For one who knows so little, ye like to surround yourself with the others," he grunted nosing her hair, while Isla still stood like an idiot gapping at the closed door.
"You. Are. Insane," she spun, glaring up at the man who claimed to be her husband and had yet to introduce himself to her. He had made himself comfortable, like he had always been in her home, like he belonged there. He sat sprawled out on her cream, cloud soft sectional, dishing out her take out onto the glass coffee table.
"Nae, lass, my name is Abhainn, not insane," he grinned flashing a grin that showed a pair of sharper than average canines. Great, she thought, hot, crazy, and he has jokes. Probably a step up from her last boyfriend, who could be easily labelled as a troll. He grandly gestured over the steaming bounty of food, a true grin gracing his face.
"Listen, Abhainn, I don't know what is going on, or why you think I'm your wife but...I think you should leave," she said swiftly, clutching the opening of the coat with both hands. She didn't truly feel like she was being threatened, and Isla never felt comfortable with having others in her nest. But for whatever reason this large crazy man with hair resembling starlight, made her far more at ease than he should. She knew that she should be reaching for a weapon, or even calling someone to remove him from her home. But the look of blind adoration, and his soft looking eyes really made her hesitate. Was she a fool? Perhaps, but crazy likes crazy right? She never claimed to be sane. Maybe it was because she could view him as stolen, she did like stolen things. In a sense she did take him from Donnatelle, who had used him like an accessory as much as the coat.
"Nae, wife, I yers for as long as ye hold my coat, do ye know nothing of the selkie?" he said in a tone that rung with a small hint of bitterness. Her mind was busy, buzzing with confusion as she fell onto the couch next to Abhainn, snatching a piece of crunchy chicken from his fork. This man is really obsessed with this fur, she thought as she bit into the chicken noting that it seemed to taste even better today than ever before. She had grown up with stories of magic and mythology, Percy had made sure she knew all about the Greeks and Romans, so maybe this man was talking of some kind of Irish myth?
"Maybe, you could just explain what you think is happening?" unconsciously her fingers brushed against his, a gesture meant to comfort herself in some odd way.
"A world of magic, and oddities exist. One that someone like yerself should be well acquainted with, wife," He brushed the back of his fingers over one of her fine red brows, "how ye made it to maturity without knowin is a mystery ta me. Selkies are sea folk, we transform into seals when we are in possession of our coats," that bitter light hitting his eyes once again as they moved to said coat, "mine was stolen from me many moons past. I was tricked," he rumbled large hand spanning her throat in a way that was part threat part seduction. "my fur taken by a vindictive, bitter life drinker. She cried her bloody tears into the sea, begging for love. She made her deal for seven years, but dinnae find it to be enough," his fingers flexed gently, eyes heating, "so she reneged on our deal. Stealing my fur," his lips skating her warming cheek, "ye women, always taking what isnae yers."
His tone had moved from bitter, to heated by the end of his tale. His lips hungrily perusing her jawline, she couldn't think. She stole him, if his tale was anything to be believed, and god did she love stolen things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I leave these at cliffhangers maybe it'll make ya more interested. Here's a little link to some selkie lore, https://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends/legends-selkies-hidden-germs-sea-mythology-006409
Also a Dokkaebi is a korean being of mischief, which I thought was fitting. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! More to come sooner rather than later.
~Lots of Love,