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Marilyn Fae

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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Four submissive women surrender to powerful men in these four steamy love stories in every way imaginable. Here, you will find Werewolf Bites & Vampire Kisses, Feral Werewolf, Surrender To Men, and Werewolf Dom. The Alphas' instincts are to possess - to mate - and the innocent young women are drawn to perverse games involving ropes, bondage, pain, pleasure, and everything in between.

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The vampire is taunting him, showing off all the way he has her. 

And Liam... Liam is too weak to look away.

She is so beautiful, even as she is being defiled by the vampire. Her skin is lovely and so pale that all the love bites are featured prominently from a distance and she makes the loveliest noises, little moans and whimpers that makes him come undone.  

The vampire has been teaching her perverse things. He shouldn't be listening in on them as they make love, but he can't help himself.

It's not like he doesn't know what sex is, but the way they go about it is insane. 

He almost panics when he scents how fertile she is one day, but as the days pass and it becomes clear that she's not carrying the vampire's child, he begins to relax and have other thoughts. Some vampires are so ancient that they are no longer capable of siring offspring. It's a small trade-off for immortality.

The first time he finds himself being a voyeur is entirely coincidental. He had been walking home from a long shift at work when he sees light from his neighbor's place. The door is opened, allowing the firelight to illuminate them. Even without it, he is able to see them clearly with his night vision.

He feels himself growing angered by the sight of Delilah cradled in the vampire's chest, her legs curled up in her chest. She is turned to him so that her face is hidden in the nape of his neck. There is a thick blanket spread over the both of them. They are just a couple enjoying the night view and he feels like a voyeur for stopping in his tracks to stare at them.

Shamed, he means to walk past them without a word but he stops as a gust of air blows towards him from their direction. It carries her scent, sweet and innocent even now but with something else... a thick, musky scent that is undeniably one of arousal. He bristles but is able to keep his mind clear enough to stay hidden.

"Charles..." Her voice is small and hurt.

For a second, he thinks to attack the man, thinking that he had caused her pain.

She wriggles in his grasp and tries to shift and adjust her position. The blanket falls from her shoulders and pools at their feet. Neither of them move to pull it back up.

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Public Humiliation | Shifter | BDSM

Marilynn Fae

Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Four submissive women surrender to powerful Alpha Werewolves and Vampires in these four steamy love stories in every way imaginable…

Werewolf Bites & Vampire Kisses

I've never strayed far from home before.

But now, I have no choice but to leave to find help for my sick mother. It is supposed to be an easy journey into town to hire a doctor.

Of course, things are never that easy.

I meet a bleeding man on a train who pins me with his gaze and his strong hands. He touches me in a way no one ever had before and I am swept away by his gentle but firm caresses. He tells me he wants me. He needs me. Would I give myself to him?

I am afraid, but his eyes draw me in and I can't find it in myself to deny him.

He leans in and his teeth sinks into the soft flesh of my neck and my knees are weak. I cling to him, feeling the pleasure and pain of his mouth against my skin, his hands around my waist, lifting me and pressing me to his chest. He is strong enough to lift me off my feet and he does.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

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Feral Werewolf

Anya is in a tough spot. The man - werewolf, her mind supplies readily - is glaring at her with his arms crossed. She eyes the exit. Maybe if she moves fast enough, she can escape. And then what? It's not like she has anywhere to hide. She bites the inside of her cheeks and signs the papers in front of her without knowing what she's agreeing to.

She doesn't know what to expect when they lock her up in a room with a man who is more beast than human. He is chained to the ground with a collar around his neck and maybe he was handsome, once upon a time. But now, he is aggression and sharp teeth. He snarls at her when she is tossed in. She turns to run, but the door slams behind her.

"Good luck," is all her captor says.

She turns back around. Oh god. She's so screwed.

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Surrender To Men

Anna is a young eighteen-year-old cow-shifter who's finally getting married. Luke must think the world of her. He's willing to pay a hefty dowry to bring her home, after all. Except it's all a lie. Luke isn't at all what she expects him to be. He brings his friends into their marriage bed and shows them his prized shifter. She's the stuff wet dreams are made of.

He ruins her in every way imaginable with his little games involving ropes and bondage, exhibitionism and humiliation, intermingling pain and pleasure until both are able to get her off just as easily. Things grow to a head when he finally brings an Alpha Werewolf into their bedroom. Dominic is nothing like her husband. He's kind and loving... and he's so much better in bed. She knows she's married and won't do anything to jeopardize their marriage.

But when things fall apart, she may not have a choice.

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Werewolf Dom

Tasha is an eighteen-year-old orphan with nowhere to go once her adopted family kicks her to the curb. She's lucky that she's picked up by Madame Nijah, owner for a risqué nightclub that offers her patrons entertainment of a... different kind.

"I have a client who just lost his Submissive," she says, eyeing Tasha up and down.

She can't help but squirm. She doesn't look exactly her best right now. Her clothes are torn in places, her face is a mess of tears and dirt, and her hair hasn't been washed in days. She waits for the woman to dismiss her, except she says:

"You could be his type."

She doesn't know what's wrong with her because instead of pulling back in disgust, she asks, "What if he doesn't like me?"

"Then, I'll find someone else."

It's that easy. That night, she meet her Dominant, an Alpha Werewolf named Raphael who is almost twice her age. He takes her first time - and her heart - and shows her a world where pleasure and pain are intertwined, where being tied up by ropes is an art and being used by strangers is an honor.

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This anthology contains scenes of exhibitionism and voyeurism, werewolf knotting, vampire werewolf MFM threesome (no MM), domination & submission, dubcon, hucow, lactation, werewolf knotting, size difference (large male, petite female), come inflation, creampie, gangbang, and bondage.

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Werewolf Kisses & Vampire Bites

Public Humiliation | Exhibitionism | MFM

Marilynn Fae

Copyright 2018 Marilynn Fae

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This standalone story contains scenes of an innocent young virgin's first time with a dominating vampire. It also contains scenes of exhibitionism and voyeurism, werewolf knotting, vampire werewolf MFM threesome (no MM), domination & submission, and bondage. 

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"Charles?" she asks timidly, brushing hair from her eyes. "You're looking very serious," she says from where she is rinsing the plates at the sink.

"Merely thinking about our future together," he says. He grins and reaches out, cupping her neck and reeling her in, letting her lean against him. She's such a small thing, barely reaching his chin. She tilts her head to the side, offering him her neck. He had already fed from her the night before and isn't feeling particularly hungry, but he sees the werewolf boy looking at them and decides to give him a show.

He bows and runs his lips along her neck, fingers working on undoing the tie keeping her apron up to render her naked. She gasps and wraps her arms around herself. "Someone might see," she says.

"Let them see how lovely you are. My lovely little mate." He closes his fingers over her breasts and pinches her nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her lush lips that makes him do it again and again to hear her soft moans. She makes such lovely little noises for him, the innocent thing. She doesn't know any better, really. No one's ever taught her to keep her lewd noises to herself, so she offers them readily, crying out when he twists her nipples.

"Hurts, Charles!" she whimpers, and he eases his grip on her nipples, positioning his hold a little lower to pinch just beneath her perky nipples.

"You'll look lovelier with child, darling," he says. It is a sore subject for them, at times. He is a vampire and therefore incapable of siring any children with her. Still, the idea of her pregnant appeals to him. "Your breasts will fill with milk. I wonder if it would be as sweet as the rest of you," he murmurs, licking up the side of her neck. She trembles meekly in his grasp, leaning back and trusting him entirely to keep her safe, even exposed as she is like this.

The scent of arousal fills the air. Somewhere in the garden next to theirs, he hears the werewolf groaning as he touches himself at the stolen view of her exposed breasts. He decides to be generous. "Really, darling, you shouldn't be embarrassed," he says, picking her up and lifting her up the counter.

She is flexible enough that he is able to stretch her legs to do a split up on the counter top. She gasps, covering her wet pussy lips immediately. "Charles!" she gasps, outraged by what he is doing. She tilts her head back to look up at him, eyes dilated and very much aroused despite her protests.

He pries her hands away easily, uncovering her. "You are so wet, darling," he says. "You like this, don't you? Like exposing yourself like this. What a dirty little slut you are, my little mate. What would the neighbors think of you?"

"Charles," she whines, face flushed prettily as he keeps her legs spread and her pussy lips exposed.

He pinches her pussy lips with both hands and spread them open, letting cool air brush against her small opening. Already, he sees slick building up between them, dripping slowly down her slit. "Perhaps I would allow that one day, have Liam come in and watch while I fuck you, hmm?" he whispers in her ear and his suggestion is rewarded with an even brighter blush. He notes that she doesn't protest the suggestion.

Perhaps he will tell her about her werewolf stalker one day, but not today. He would rather enjoy her for himself first before sharing her.

That's not to say he can't talk about it. "Have you fantasized about that? About letting Liam fuck your pussy? I would let him breed you, fill you up with his pups so we can have children in the house. Wouldn't you like that, little love?" Poor thing doesn't know the proper answer to the question, eyes filling with tears at the thought. "You would look so lovely with cubs, darling, your belly round and filled with life."

He hears the werewolf grunt, and then the tell-tale sign of him reaching his orgasm as the scent of cum fills the air. Eager werewolf, so young that just the sight of her pussy is enough for him. Oh, he will have so many things to teach him.

Chapter One: In Sickness

It is one of those perfect mornings when the sun and the skies appear in perfect harmony with each other, neither too bright nor too hot. Even the animals are behaving as I go through my morning routine. I collect the eggs from the coop, milk the cow, sweep away the leaves that seem to have blown in while we were sleeping the night before.

The garden blooms beautifully. Everything me or my mother plant grows perfectly, regardless of the season. I suspect the land is a little magical, but my mother has always just laughed when I suggested it. I have been thinking about starting an herb and vegetable garden, something that could help bring in a little income, but that will have to wait until after I come back from my journey.

A cool breeze catches my cheeks and ruffles my hair as I cradle the basket against my chest. I lift my head and breathe in the cool, clean air, letting my gaze linger on the bright blue sky and smile at the gently swaying trees in the horizon. The neighbors are up and awake as well, going about their morning duties. I wave at Liam, who stumbles over his feet for a second before waving back eagerly. Steeling my heart, I head over to his side of the farm to talk to him. I need a favor and I know he will be willing to help.

He is seventeen this year, a year younger than me, but somehow have managed to grow five inches taller already. He has also gotten much bulkier, probably because he and his family does most of the construction work in the area. He has seven older brothers who are all married and living with their own newly constructed houses now out of the town. His nearest brother is two day's travel away. Their parents have been dead for a few years.

It is a peculiar tale. They went into the forest one day with their sons in order to hunt for fresh meat and only the sons returned. They were in mourning for a long time after that and the brothers all moved away shortly after, as though their parents were the only thing that kept them here. The houses have since been taken over by the other residents. They've always built the sturdiest houses.

I am glad that Liam stayed.

Mother used to say that he fancies me but he is too young. The other men in our town are too old. Mother worries that I would have to marry elsewhere and leave her. I have never considered such a thing.

Until now.

"Good morning, Delilah." He smiles brightly and openly at me. His voice is so much deeper. It's difficult for me to reconcile the man he is quickly becoming to the young boy I used to roll in the mud with. "Is your mother better?" he asks with a downturn of his lips. He turns to the house and his nostrils flare, as though he can smell the sickness from where he stands. It is a ridiculous notion.

I shake my head. It's not looking good. Sickness never does, but is it particularly dangerous around these parts because we do not have a town doctor and the sick never seem to heal. They just slowly fade away until they pass and we have a funeral. My heart clenches at the thought of burying my mother, but I am prepared for that outcome nevertheless. Mother was very old when she had me, almost in her fifties despite looking much younger.

"She is not looking well," I admit quietly and his attention falls back to me. I brush my hair over my ears and hope to look slightly less distressed. "I have a favor to ask of you," I say carefully. Already, the kind boy is nodding, ever-so-eager to help. "I haven't even told you what is it yet," I smile weakly at him.

He looks embarrassed, but his skin is too tanned to tell if he is blushing.

"I'm going to go fetch a healer," I confess. "I need you to help me take care of my mother while I'm gone," I tell him, hoping that he would be willing to help. It will not be an easy task, taking care of a sick person. And I would understand if he would rather not take the risk of catching whatever illness she has.

Immediately, he does not look pleased. "You can't leave," he says.

I puff up. "Why not?" I demand to know.

"It's not safe out there," he says. "I could come with you," he suggests quickly.

"No," I say. "You're needed here." It's true. Not just for my mother. After his family left, he is one of the few good men in town who knows how to fix broken roofs and leaky pipes. He is the strongest hunter among us and if something were to happen, he can be counted to keep the townspeople safe. "And I won't be going far. Just on the train and straight to collect the doctor to get him home," I add quickly. Two days is a pretty far journey for me, but I know he has travelled even further.

"You've talked to your mother about this?" he asks.

I nod and lie, "Of course."

He looks conflicted for a moment, before conceding with a slow nod. "I'll take care of your mother while you're gone," he promises but there is an odd look on his face, like he knows something I don't.

"Thank you."

"It's going to be alright," he says. "I'll be here for you." He reaches out and presses the palm of his hand to my cheek. I lean into his touch instinctively and his expression softens into one of fondness.

"Thank you," I answer easily. He's right. He has always been here for me. Perhaps mother was right about him having feelings for me.

"Come back quickly," he says, his tone soft. He looks handsome up close. I has never really paid much attention to his face before. We're usually running side by side, fingers interlinked as we run through the woods and explore the forests together.

"I'll be back before you know it," I say, taking a step back. I miss the touch of his hand on my cheek immediately.

His expression hardens and the light appears to reflect in his eyes, making them glow. His nostrils flare and his hand lingers in the air for a second. It must be a trick of the light when I see that his fingers suddenly grow sharper, more like claws than nails.

"Liam?" I start, my voice shaking. I blink and the illusion fades as though it was never there to begin with.

He smiles and the flash of his perfectly even white teeth dispels the demons I had seen in his eyes. "You're going to see Doctor Horner, are you not? He will need the least convincing. Tell him that I sent you."

"I wasn't aware that your name carried so much weight," I tease good-naturedly but the truth is that I am relieved beyond words. I had been worried about how I would convince the good doctor to come and help. We have money saved up from my mother's work with taking care of children in town, but it is not much and some of the parents do not pay anything at all. I wasn't sure if I had enough to convince someone to leave for a few days.

He flashes a grin. "I'm a popular man," he says. "But it's mostly Alastair and Augustus," he continues, bringing up his older brothers. "He had a problem with bears in that town and hurting the animals and people near the edge of town. They managed to chase them off." He shrugs like chasing off bears isn't a big deal. "And my brothers help build his clinic."

I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from asking about his family. It always make him have that faraway, somewhat tragic look. "Would you like me to bring anything for them?" I ask.

He starts to shake his head, and then rushes back into his house and returns with a basket full of fruits. "If you could bring this to Alastair, that would be wonderful. His wife is pregnant and he has been whining about how difficult it is to find peaches there."

I nod, grateful to be useful, and then give him some instructions on what to do with my mother while I'm gone. It's not much, really. I have cooked enough provisions to last for a week even though I should only be gone for five days. Two days to get to the town and talk to the doctor, a day to convince him to come back with me, and two more to come back. It would be shorter if I'm lucky.

We part ways with a lingering hug that warms me all the way to the core and I watch him set towards Mr. Coffey's half-finished house.

In the house, I can hear the crackling of the fire. I step inwards and immediately the sour smell of sickness fills my nose.

I leave the morning's harvest at the door and hurry to my mother's bedside. I replace the dirtied pail with a clean one and head outside to clean the sickness. She has been vomiting for the past several days.

"Mama's still sick?" Faiz calls from over the chicken coop. He is chewing on leaves that smell foul and stain his teeth orange. It does not escape my notice that he is only talking to me now that Liam is no longer in sight. He is nearly fifty but looks sixty with a gut that causes his shirt to stretch thin in the effort to keep it all contained. A noble effort.

I grimace when he spits the chewed leaves at the ground beside my chicken coop. I make a note to get rid of it later. "Still sick," I say, wishing he would go away. Faiz is an unpleasant old man who had been coming onto my mother ever since father passed, insisting that a woman like her would not be able to take care of herself in a place like this. Never mind that like it's namesake, Porthaven is one of the safest places in the world. The biggest threat to our town is the occasional fox that breaks into our chicken coops and Liam always manage to hunt the offender down.

"I knew it," he says. "Told your mama she's not gonna last on her own out here." He nods sagely, like he has foreseen the answer and I refrain from swinging the pail over his head because it's not a proper thing to do, even if he's being an ass. "Doctor's not coming around these parts for another fourteen days," he tells me with a look that suggests she's not going to last till then.

"I know," I say, unable to keep the ire from my voice. He has been counting down the days for me as though I am unable to tell the days apart. "Thank you," I add dutifully and turn away, hoping he would understand it for the dismissal it is.

"Do you need any help in the house?" he continues even though I have my back to him. I know better than to mistake it for kindness. Already, he is thinking of what I am going to do if my mother passes. He had been making hints the past several days about 'taking care' of me.

I am young, not stupid. Even if he were not more than twice my age, I would not consider him as a suitor. For one, he is already married to a woman who is more lioness than human. Once, I saw the older woman trampling her cabbage because it wasn't perfectly symmetrical. There doesn't need to be a second reason, really.

I ignore him and hurry into the house, locking it shut behind me.

Mother is beautiful, even in sickness. I am glad that I inherited that from her, if nothing else. She is strong and independent where I am more cowardly and wholly dependent on her. It is only out of necessity that I learned to take care of myself.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs when I wipe the corner of her mouth with a warm, wet rag.

"How're you feeling today?" I ask.

She manages to curve the corners of her lips up. It turns quickly into a grimace as she starts to cough.

"I'm going to go fetch a doctor for you, mother. The train will come by this afternoon," I tell her softly. I have been thinking of it for a few days now but only tell her now because I didn't want to hear her protests.

"I'm getting better," she says and then begins coughing straight away.

"You've convinced me, mother," I deadpan.

She rolls her eyes. "It's not safe out there, Delilah," she says and elaborates on how dangerous the entire world is for people like us. She says things like this the entire time she's sick, cryptic things that suggests supernatural forces are involved. The only unnatural thing that has happened in the town is how Faiz convinced his wife to marry him.

"I'm sure the world isn't as terrible as you think it is, mother," I wipe her forehead with a towel and take her temperature. She's still much too warm, but she has been complaining about the cold so I have been piling all the blankets in the house on top of her. It's a wonder she hasn't been completely buried underneath it yet.

"It's not the world I'm worried about. It's that they'll find you."

My hands freeze at her cheek. "Who'll find me?" I ask but she has fallen back to sleep.

Chapter Two: Stranger on a Train

I almost miss the train simply because the motorman isn't used to picking people up from town. I manage to get on though and he deposits me in one of the carriages and tells me not to open the door for anyone.

"Why not?" I ask carefully. "Wouldn't you be picking up other people?"

"Yes," he says. "First time I've picked up one of your kind," he continues, confusing me even more.

"My kind?" I ask carefully, glancing down at myself.

"Not that there's anything wrong with your kind," he adds quickly and all but runs off before I could ask him what he means, metaphorical tail between his legs like he's afraid I would cast a hex on him.

Shrugging off the odd encounter, I slide the carriage door close and make a nest of coats in the seats and press my forehead against the glass window. The train rattles loudly as it starts on it's journey and I manage to stay awake until the sun has drifted over the horizon.

My dreams are full of dark clouds and crows cawing in the trees, warning me of danger, voices in the forest telling me to take the train back.

"Hello," a voice murmurs and I startle awake at the sudden noise that has broken through my dreams.

I hadn't heard the door opening. I rub sleep from my eyes and make the mistake of looking up as I answer, which leaves me with my mouth partially open because the man leaning at the door is unnervingly beautiful. His suits are like nothing I've ever seen, all ruffles and beautiful white linen that is paler and whiter than any color I have seen before.

His skin is almost as pale as his undershirt, though the way he holds himself leaves no question that he is stronger than he appears. His lips are the most riveting part of him, red, full and completely kissable. I lick my own lips as my mind inadvertently begin to fantasize on how lovely it would be to have his lips on mine.

I wonder what he is doing on a train like this. He seems better suited for personal carriages, or perhaps even one of those fancy locomotive that doesn't require horses. He has strong legs, his thighs firm and shapely. The tight pants that he's wearing leaves little to the imagination. I wonder if it's leather.

"Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" he asks, drawing my attention back to his face and I quickly close my mouth.

I frown as I remembered the conductor's warning. Surely someone as handsome as him suffered no lack of companionship. "Is there nowhere else on the train to sit?" I ask carefully, feeling more than a little rude for even suggesting it.

"Unfortunately not," he says with an easy smile, not taking offence.

I may not be cognizant of the ways of the city, but it is not proper for an unwed woman to share space with a stranger.

"I assure you, I mean you no harm," he continues, standing at the threshold of the carriage door.

"That's not exactly comforting," I find myself saying. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I bite the inside of my cheek. "I suppose you can join me," I add softly, hoping to redeem myself.

He chuckles and turns around. For a moment, I think he is leaving to find a friendlier companion to spend his time with on the train, but he lifts his luggage from somewhere behind him and brings it into the carriage with him.

He pauses at the door abruptly, nostrils flaring as he breathes in deep, and then he's staring at me with eyes that burn as bright as the sun.

"My," he starts. "What's someone like you doing out of your territory?"

I frown. "I don't- I don't understand what you're asking."

Lines form between his brows and his expression shifts to something less like hunger. He sinks down into the seats opposite mine and continue staring at me. "How old are you, child?" he asks.

"It's terribly rude to inquire after a lady's age," I say.

He cocks a brow and smiles. "I see," he says in a matter that is frustratingly cryptic and reminds me of my mother.

Now that he is close, I can see that there is something wrong. He is holding himself too stiffly and his breathes are labored and tired, as if he has been on his feet for a long time. Despite that, he is still terribly and unfairly attractive. I try not to stare, certain that I am embarrassing myself by showing how attractive I think he is.

"Why are you on the train, little one?" he asks.

I cross my arms and huff. I suppose I had asked for that slight since I did not tell him my name. "I'm fetching a doctor for my mother."

His expression turns even more curious. "A doctor?" he echoes.

"Yes."

"And you are certain you can convince the doctor to return with you?"

I nod. "He is a family friend." I am exaggerating since I have never met the doctor before, but he does not need to know that.

"Family friends still need to be paid," he says and I blush because even though he does not say it, he is correct in his assumption that I do no have much to pay him.

"Yes," I answer carefully. Liam had assured me that he will charge fairly, but it is possible that he overestimates my family's wealth. We barely have enough to make it through Winter every year and now that mother has fallen ill, we have even less to go by. I had been hoping to work for the doctor in order to earn the medicine, or perhaps offer him our house.

"I may have something..." He digs into his luggage and pulls out a leather box. Moonlight reflects the jewelry he has in the box as he retrieves a necklace and lifts it up so I can see the diamond dangling on the necklace. "For you," he says breezily, offering the expensive-looking gift as though it means nothing to him.

I suck in a breath. "I can't possibly accept that," I say honestly. "It looks expensive."

He shrugs. "I have no use for it," he says. "And I am certain that you would fine better use of pretty jewelry than me. Or would you rather I give you money? I have plenty of that too."

I stare at him for a moment, thinking there must be something wrong with him. Or there is something he wants from me. Nobody is this kind for no reason. "What do you want from me?" I ask bluntly.

"Nothing you aren't prepared to give," he says.

My mother taught me better than to accept gifts from strangers but something expensive would surely convince the doctor to leave with me quicker. Light reflects from the diamond on the pendant, bright and tempting. The necklace itself is gold and lovely. I want to touch it, if only to feel it's weight in my palms.

"Take it," he insists, the corner of his lips curving into a grin that looks almost feral. His eyes appear to glow for a second but it must be some sort of trick of the light because when I blink and look at his face more clearly, it is gone.

"This is too expensive," I insist. "Is there a way for me to pay you back?" I ask.

"Perhaps there is," he says.

"I don't have money," I tell him honestly. "Unless you want our house."

He shakes his head. It is kind of him not to scoff at the idea. "Take it," he insists.

"I barely know you." I don't know why I'm protesting so hard. I need it for my mother. But my mother had always cautioned me against taking anything from strangers.

"That is something we can rectify," he says breezily.

I nod in agreement. It is a long way to my destination, after all. I put my hand out with the palms facing up and he lowers the necklace carefully into the middle of my hand. I draw in a sharp inhale. There is a shift in the air and I tremble as a gust of wind appears out of nowhere and tickles my skin. It is dark suddenly. I look out the window instinctively, expecting it to be open. It isn't.

When I turn back, I find him peering at me, eyes so bright and soulful that it is as though he is devouring me with his gaze.

Without warning, he stands and closes the space between us. The tips of our feet are touching as he stands in front of me and leans down, hands on either sides of my head to pin me in place. I find myself pulling back, every instinct in my body telling me to put as much distance between us as possible. The blood in my veins are throbbing in rhythm with my blood, beating in tempo to the danger alarms ringing in my ears as I begin to regret the decision to accept the necklace.

Chapter Three: Payment

"Sir, you are being terribly improper," I say, hands pressed against his chest to keep a semblance of space between our bodies. There is barely any space at all. He is so close that I am certain we are breathing each other's air. I try to push him further back. He is as solid as he looks and it is like pressing against a brick wall.

He chuckles and grasps my chin lightly, lifting it to ensure that I would not be able to look away from his eyes. They seem to draw me in and I feel as though I am falling into them, losing myself more the longer I stare at him.

He is close enough for me to smell the scent of metal on him. He must be some sort of metal worker. Or maybe he works on the train and that's why he-

I clench my fingers on his chest and he hisses, drawing back sharply as though I've burned him.

I stare at him in confusion, uncertain of what I've done to cause such a reaction. "Did I hurt you?" I whisper.

"Hardly," he chuckles but there is no mirth in his gaze. He rolls his shoulders and steps towards me again.

I reach forward to halt him and furrow my brows in confusion. There are red stains all over my fingers. It does not take long for my brain to make the right connections. "You're bleeding," I feel the need to state the obvious.

"I'm injured," he tells me with the same tone of someone commenting on the weather.