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There was little she could comprehend when the heady scent of sea air invaded her senses, and soft lips scorched her skin in the most delicious way. This man, well... this Selkie had her captive in her own home. Not by force, no but with gentle seduction. Her fingers greedily carded through his silk soft hair, tugging the strands in a way that was part encouragement part reluctance. Abhainn's warm breath panted against the exposed expanse of her neck, his arduous movements stopping as he fingered the small silver tag that stated Ruby in delicate slanted font.
"Ruby?" he purred quirking a thick brow, she felt her own passions cool enough clear the jumbled mess that he had made of her mind. She blamed the accent, and the six month long dry spell she'd had.
"My.....My name is Isla," she gnawed her lip, questioning whether or not it was really a good idea to give her name to someone she thought was crazy. The likelihood of there actually being a whole world of magic out there excited the young girl in her who used to talk flowers pretending they were fairies, and brew potions out of puddles and discarded flower petals.
"An odd name for a harpy, but as lovely as ye," he said with a quirk of the brow and a tilt of the lips, fingers still stroking the soft fur of the coat. "I can prove it tae ya, ya just need ta give me the coat."
While his deep voice remained placating and gentle she could see the calculating gleam in his deep sapphire eyes. Behind the hints of adoration and devotion she could see his true intent. Narrowing her eyes, she gently placed her hand over his she wouldn't react in the way Donnatelle did in the ballroom. She wouldn't dig claws into his hand, and snap at him. She coveted this coat for so long, but if what he said is true, he had been without it and pining after it for much longer. Could she simply give her prize away so quickly? Could she really keep it away from his when in truth he desired it far more than she did? What if it was all a ploy from Donnatelle to get the fur back, and to make a fool out of the thief who would like nothing more than to believe in fairytales. She would be giving a man back his freedom, freedom that had been stripped away from him for nearly a century.
"What's stopping you from running out that door as soon as you get your mitts on the coat?" she mused, glaring up at him, "Why should I believe anything you say?"
"Isla....I owe ye a life debt, one that will never be repaid. I never though to be free from the clutches of that leech, she was draining the verra life from me." In his ever expressive eyes showed a depth of sincerity and anguish that she had never seen before on someone that looked to be not even twenty-nine. His hands had moved from caressing the lapels of the fur, to grasp her small ones. The warmth from them steadying her, she may be a thief but she wasn't heartless.
"I swear to god if you try to run, or you don't turn into whatever you are supposed to turn into, I'll come after you with everything I got. I may be small, but I'm persistent. Got it, starshine?" She huffed, as she shrugged her way out of the warmth of the fur noting that his feature softened, a faint relieved look lighting his normally brooding features. She may be a fool for believing him, it could all be an act. But who was she to judge, giving the man a chance was something she could afford. One trinket in the wind was small in the grand scheme of a person gaining freedom from the clutches of someone who literally drained the life from them.
He gripped the shiny fur in his big hands, eyes misty as he looked at her. Isla leaned back into the over stuffed cushions flinging her hands out as if to say 'go on'. He stood stepping around the delicate glass coffee table where there was more space. She watched him intensely, waiting with breath caught in her throat as he slipped the coat over his broad shoulders, somehow not surprised that as it seemed to fit his form perfectly. A shimmer of something faintly familiar moved over his large form, the scent of ocean air becoming so heavy she felt like she was in the middle of a stormy sea. As his form shifted from human male to seal, she stood from the couch gapping. She couldn't believe her eyes, magic....it was real. A squeal of excitement burst from her throat, causing Abhainns large dark eyes to widen.
"Holy sheeeeeeeeeet, MAGIC!!!! Do you know what this means??!!" she fell to her knees, squishing his now seal cheeks his black whiskers twitching as he chuffed in what she assumed was the seal version of a laugh. All of her elation suddenly draining away, she felt her face pale as the blood rushed away.
"She's going to kill me, isn't she?" Isla said, her bottom smacking soundly onto the soft rug beneath her. She stole a whole magical being from one of the angriest people she had ever seen, and now she knew that that woman was an immortal who drank people to survive.....well she was not liking her odds.
"I won't let that happen," he rumbled, now back in the form of the sensual man. He gripped her shoulders reverently, baring his white teeth at her. "She willnae touch ye, wife. Ye have given me my life, and I will not allow her to take yers as repayment!"
Isla felt her lips twitch, noting the fact that he still called her wife and the fact that he seemed to be wearing nothing under the sleek fur coat. She couldn't help but feel moderately pleased that he still claimed her even after taking his coat back. But she knew that Donnatelle was a powerful woman by mortal standards, she could only imagine how powerful she was by immortal standards.
"I think its time I go home," Isla said her eyes meeting his steadily, if anyone could protect them it would be the infinite fund of Hector and Percy.
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This one is a little short, but I'm trying not to stuff too much information in one chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.
Lots of love,