Chapter 50
Njall
Itook Elva's hand and guided her away from the ballroom's noise and chaos. I'd already made my grand entrance with Baldr and Ingvar, and no one would care if I stayed. Right now, all I want is to spend every moment alone with Elva.
We’d known our father would be furious about Baldr manipulating him, but we didn't anticipate the extent of his retribution. Elva had to know, but I didn't know how to tell her.
Our fingers intertwined as we crept down the deserted halls leading to the wing I shared with my brothers.
The servants were all occupied with the festivities, leaving the corridors eerily quiet, and even some of the torches hadn't been lit.
It reminded me of sneaking out of the Huester castle with Elva. Maybe she was feeling the same.
Pausing, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply.
She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
Her body was warm as she pushed herself against me, trying to connect us in every way possible.
When she pulled back, she gave me a little smirk and winked before she began untying my pants.
“What are you doing, little siren?” I asked, glancing up and down the hall to ensure we were alone.
“Having fun,” Elva replied, her voice low as she freed my erection. The heat of her hand on my shaft sent a shiver through me, and I pressed my fist against the wall behind her for support. Her eyes never left mine as she teased me with her lips.
Her mouth enveloped me, and my moan echoed through the stone halls.
My hand instinctively tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
With no encouragement, she rammed her mouth on my cock, taking more of it than any woman I’d ever been with.
A gagging sound left her, and I held her hair tighter, letting her choke herself on my dick.
Her tongue ran along the shaft as my tip hit the back of her throat hard enough that I worried I might cum and embarrass myself.
As if sensing my concern, she pulled her mouth back enough to get a breath in, and I wrenched her head back so she had to turn her face toward me.
“Easy, Pearl,” I whispered. The wicked creature merely smiled.
I tugged gently at her hair, forcing her off her knees.
I released her long enough to lift her dress and grip her by the ass.
“Ferflucs,” I growled when I found she'd worn nothing underneath. Grabbing her thighs firmly enough that I knew she’d have marks in the morning, I hoisted her up against the wall and teased her entrance with the tip of my cock.
She wriggled in my grasp, but I held her firm.
“Tell me what you want, my little pearl,” I whispered, nipping at her ear. She whimpered, and I nudged her entrance again. “Say it.”
She turned her face to mine and locked eyes with me. “I want you to take me right here, in your hallway, so everyone can hear.”
I kissed her mouth and thrust my cock into her hot, weeping cunt, making her cry out. “Don’t worry,” I groaned. “I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
I pulled out just enough to slam back into her. Elva was as wet as I’d ever found her, and she cried out with each brutal thrust. I had no intention of being gentle with her. She hated when I was gentle. The rougher I took her, the louder she screamed, the more she begged for it.
Pain seared across my back as Elva’s fingers turned to claws, scratching me as she came.
“Gentle, Pearl,” I whispered. “Your siren is trying to play.” She whimpered, but focused long enough to retract her claws, and I kissed her to muffle her screams. Her body clamped around me like a vice, like it was trying to pull my dick off with the intensity of her orgasm.
Ready to move her to my room, I glanced up and spotted Ingvar further down the hall. He was leaning against the wall, staring at Elva with an expression that made my blood boil.
Since we were children, he’d made it his life’s mission to take everything from me I cared about.
The only thing he’d never been able to take was my mother’s necklace, likely because I never took it off.
And now, he'd never be able to take Elva, either. Unlike all the maidens who swooned and dropped me when the crown prince showed interest in them, Elva didn’t care for titles or rank.
I pulled her closer to me and snarled at my brother as I spun her toward my suite.
“I’m very sorry about your dress, Elva,” I said as I closed the door behind us. “I promise to buy you another one.”
“What’s wrong with my dress?” she asked, smiling up at me from my arms.
“I’m about to rip it off your body.” I tossed her onto my bed and pulled off my tunic, quickly inspecting the scratches across my back. Grabbing her ankle, I pulled her down the bed toward me. As promised, I grasped the bust of her dress and tore it down the middle, leaving her naked before me.
Before she could utter a word, I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and buried my face between her legs.
Elva moaned and fisted the blankets as I ran my tongue along her wet folds and nipped at her clit.
It baffled me that any man would bring this gorgeous woman to his bed and not want to make her scream his name to the world.
I sucked and nipped at her until her legs quivered and her moans became incoherent babbling.
A large wet spot was quickly forming on the edge of my bed.
Kicking off my pants, I climbed above her and flipped her onto her belly.
I kissed her from her ass up along her back to her neck.
My cock nudged her ass cheek, and she immediately got to her knees, pushing herself back toward me.
Sliding an arm around her chest, I pulled her up so her back pressed to my chest and lowered her onto my cock.
A moan left her as her hands grabbed my arm for support.
She rocked back on my cock, pushing me closer to the edge.
Gently, I kissed her neck and collarbone until a feral possessiveness came over me as I got closer to finishing.
I bit her just above the collarbone. Elva cried out, and a strange warmth spread across my face, as her pussy again locked my cock inside her.
As her body convulsed around my dick, I stopped biting her and realized what the strange heat was.
Little bioluminescent spots had appeared on her skin, glowing faintly from her temple down her neck, arms, and sides, all the way to her ankles.
They were like the ones my mother had, though hers were always visible.
“You’re glowing,” I said, wrapping another arm around her to support her weight as I sat back on the bed. “Maybe I should call you my little selkie now.”
Elva held out her arm, admiring the light with a soft chuckle. “I haven’t done this since I was sixteen.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“No,” Elva said, her body finally releasing me as she gently pulled away. “No one else ever glowed. Not even Sindri.”
I was exhausted and felt as if my balls had been sucked dry, but pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, trying to touch as many of the glowing marks as possible. “It’s your selkie side. Female selkies glow.”
She turned her head and smirked at me. “Did you read that in one of your books?”
“No, my mother told me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she sat up, turning to face me as if seeing me again for the first time. “Was your mother a selkie?”
I nodded.
“So you’re … you’re a selkie?”
“Half, anyway.”
“But your hair isn’t green,” she said, puzzled.
I chuckled and took her hands in mine, bringing them to my lips for a soft kiss. “No. I take after my father, except for the eyes ... and the ability to breathe underwater. That's why I avoid swimming. It’s hard to pretend when you don’t know how long people can stay under.”
“But why lie?”
I sighed deeply. “My father ordered me to. Only a few people know what my mother was. I inherited too much of him, and not enough of her. He deemed me weak ... unworthy.”
“Njall,” Elva whispered, her hand moving to my cheek. She caressed it gently before pulling me close for a tender kiss. “Tell me about her.”