Page 39 of The Sea Witch's Son

Ah. There it is.

“I can assure you, that kiss was a means to an end. Freya’s thoughtless actions have been delt with accordingly.” My lips peel back into a smile, “Although I am curious. Was it the kiss itself or the fact my attention was not wholly on you that triggered the bout of jealousy?”

She splutters, “I’m not...I wasn’t jealous.”

“Insecure then?”

Her cheeks turn the most delightful shade of red. I watch the blood rise up beneath her skin, turning her alluring complexion into a tomato I would love to take a bite out of.

Finley, the pitiful hero he is, releases her hand to take a step towards me. I flick a dismissive glance his way.

“It’s time to take your leave.”

He narrows his eyes, “Melody doesn’t want to dance with you.”

“I did not ask your thoughts on my little saint’s desires.” I offer him a smirk, “I have those under control.”

Melody scowls in my direction, her blush looking more delectable by the minute.

“Find someone else.”

I shake my head morosely, “The green monster of envy is such a burden to carry. To think your affections for me run deep enough to refuse a simple dance...”

“Fine.” Melody spits out the word, “I’ll let you have one dance.”

“Marvellous.”

Finley remains silent and sullen as I take her hand and lead her away from his puppy dog eyes. Someone should fetch the man a bone and be done with it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I spin her around and pull her flush against my chest.

“You didn’t deserve an answer.”

Melody glares at my stomach, her unfortunate height making conversation quite difficult. Letting out a sigh, I bend down and grab the back of her legs.

A small shriek escapes when I lift her up to my level.

“What are you doing?”

She squirms against me before finally wrapping those slender legs around my waist. I keep one hand splayed across her ass while the other one takes the lead.

“Dancing.”

“No, you’re...” Her pelvis digs into my hip bone, “Carrying me.”

I lean forward and brush my nose against hers. A small gasp slips past her lips and mine pull into a smirk.

“I’m leading. Your height just happens to be inconvenient.”

She shifts, involuntarily rubbing her ass against my dick. After a long dormant evening, it finally stirs to life.

“It’s not my fault you’re fucking huge.” She growls the last word.

“Worried about your ability to handle my size?” My face splits into a grin, “You’ll be able to take me, little saint. I’ll make sure of it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

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