Forever Wicked: Rumpel's Claim
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Copyright ©2012 Melyssa Jay
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Johann awoke slowly. She blinked a few times before rolling her head to view her prison. The room had a single window and a single door. A dull ache strummed where the guard had bashed her skull. Absently, she rubbed the small lump on her head.
Her father had put her in immense danger. How could he have? What exactly had the king ordered? Three days... she had three days to work magic. Each day the tasks set before her would get bigger. Pure madness.
Unable to weave even a single strand of straw into gold, she moaned at the hopelessness. She was no witch. There'd be no saving herself. For a long minute she looked, unblinking, at the ceiling. Tears of anger swam in her eyes, blurring her sight. "How could he?"
A scuffing sound got her attention.
Clearing her vision, she lifted her head from the pallet to stare at the lanky man now sitting on the window ledge. He sat with his arms across his chest and his legs dangling down, crossed at the ankles. With his legs extended in front of him, he relaxed as if he had no care in the world. It was clear from his clothing he was no guard, nor was he a peasant. He was someone of importance.
She scooted backwards as she sat up. Was the man to watch her every moment? Had he been given the order of killing her when she failed the task of spinning gold? Befuddled by his appearance, she allowed her perusal to travel upwards. His face, cleanly shaven, had not one imperfection. Her brow creased. Even the high-born males had a scar or some flaw. A bald head, perhaps. Not this man. He was as spectacular as a prancing warhorse.
"Finally." His long-lashed eyes brightened like blue jewels as she held his gaze. "The beauty awakens."
She gasped at the prickling sensations his rough voice sent along her skin. Even his voice was perfect.
His generous lips turned up in what had to be amusement.
She forced herself to look away, only to look back at him and continue gawking. He had a strong jawline but not one that'd cut stone. He had a long nose but not too long and straight, and perfectly honed brows. Tousled sable hair caused her fingers to twitch eagerly as though they could tell what it would feel like to run through it. Something deliciously new stirred in the valley between her legs. Arousal and curiosity sparked, sending her blood racing in desire.
Ja, she wanted to touch the thick strands. His hair would be soft. Not coarse or dirty like many of the warriors. Not only was his hair thick, but it curled about in loose waves. She sighed. It wasn't too long. Curls brushed across his forehead and... his ears.
With her mouth suddenly dry, she double checked. She took a closer look at a very serious flaw. His ears. The natural curve of his ears...
Again she blinked. She needed to be sure. Johann's heart skipped a beat before hammering under her breast.
His ears were pointy!
Completely unmistakable, undeniably pointy.
She scrambled to her knees before lunging to her feet. Upon the first step away, she stumbled, only to be caught against his broad chest. He'd moved so incredibly fast.
She moaned at the puckering of her nipples. His warm body was hard planes along her soft limbs. Her breasts swelled achingly and she leaned into his body. His presence overwhelmed her senses. Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she scrunched them together in pleasure. The contact awakened something unexplainable.
Two strong arms held her in place while she found her footing. "Oh." Her eyes closed as she inhaled again and again. He smelled so good. Outdoors. Sweet treats. Freedom. Everything heavenly. Not that she went around sniffing men, but how could he smell so alluring?