Chapter 5
Njall
Something was different about my little Pearl, and I don’t mean her right green eye and left blue eye.
I’d been with a hundred women before. The experienced ones would moan and scream at my touch.
The noble ladies I talked into my bed never had a clue what to do, and would just lie there like a dead fish.
But this one? She was a storm, just as insatiable as I was.
When I bit her lip and tasted her blood, something feral stirred in me.
And when she screamed loud enough to rattle the rafters, I brought her to my bed where I made her finish a second time.
That time, she came so hard that I thought she might tear my cock off.
But even then, she wasn't done. She straddled me, her hands clawing at my chest like she wanted to carve her name into it.
When she was riding me, I fisted one hand in her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet my gaze.
Her plump lips parted slightly, soft and inviting, and I couldn't help myself.
Ferflucs.
I slammed my lips against hers, as her hands drew blood from my chest. Seems fair after I drew hers.
By the time I’d shoved my tongue into her mouth, she’d started riding my cock faster, and I moaned into her mouth.
I felt a smirk spread across her lips, and she bounced on my lap, a vulnerable position I rarely let a woman put me into.
Wicked little temptress.
I let her have control for all of two breaths before I'd had enough.
Gripping her hips, I flipped her on her side and pulled her ass into the air before I slammed into her from behind, sending her forward almost onto her face.
Her hands clawed the sheets as I pounded into her.
And then I saw them—small, shimmering scales scattered across her hips, one trail running down her leg, and another curling up her side.
They caught the light like jewels, and something primal in me surged to the surface.
I grabbed on hard, letting myself lose control in a way I rarely could.
My position in Tyndorf was high enough that I could never allow myself to finish with a woman I brought to my bed, but this one muddled every thought racing through my mind, and before I knew what was happening, I was on the edge of finishing.
When I tried to pull away from her, I couldn’t.
It was as if she’d locked me inside her.
She slammed back on me so hard; I couldn’t have stopped myself for anything in the world, and I came inside the strange woman beneath me.
The satisfied moan she let out was like nothing I’d ever heard in my life.
What are you? She collapsed on the bed, her chest heaving, and I finally managed to pull free.
A thin layer of sweat glistened on her skin, catching the light and making her shimmer like some creature born of water and moonlight.
She had dozens of healed over knife marks scattered across her back and legs, with a rather deep-looking X scar on her left hip.
I dared to touch one on her back, and she twisted around, glaring daggers at me.
“You had a hair on your back,” I lied, and her expression softened.
“So, are you ready to concede?” She sat up and gently traced my tattoo again with her finger.
“Concede? Oh no, Pearl. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Tsk tsk. I need actions, not words, Malachite.”
Chuckling, I cupped her face and kissed her, before laying her back down on my bed.
The moon still hung in the sky when I dressed in fresh clothes and laced up my boots.
Pearl lay on her side in the bed, clutching a pillow to her breast. She'd been asleep for ages. She’d looked so beautiful that I refused to wake her, making her the only woman I’d ever let sleep in my bed.
The others, I would have thrown out as soon as I was finished with them.
“There’s something different about you.” I dropped some fresh pants on the bed from the stash of women’s items I kept in my room.
My little Pearl stirred at the sound, releasing the pillow and rolling over.
Now, in the light, I spotted something. Leaning closer, I brushed aside a lock of her nutty brown hair to reveal hidden blue streaks underneath.
A siren. We hadn't had one in Tyndorf for at least a decade. My mind raced with the implications. She was dangerous, and I knew I should wake her, drag her to my father. She'd lied when she said she didn't know who I was. You sought me out.
I marched to the door and grabbed its handle, but couldn't bring myself to open it. It has been many years. Perhaps she doesn't know who I am. It was strange. She was in disguise and traveling with two males. That was not how her kind attacks.
Still, duty called. If I didn't report this and my father found out, I would face the consequences, and I wasn't going to let some pretty face land me in the dungeon again. One last look at her, and I ripped the door open, determined to find the general.