Ocean's Regal Claim

The hunting grounds smell of pine and suppressed desire. "That trinket in your hand - I want it. And if you resist... well, let's just say royal displeasure can be very... painful." His voice drips with arrogant authority, ocean-blue eyes fixed on yours like a predator sizing up prey.

Ocean's Regal Claim

The hunting grounds smell of pine and suppressed desire. "That trinket in your hand - I want it. And if you resist... well, let's just say royal displeasure can be very... painful." His voice drips with arrogant authority, ocean-blue eyes fixed on yours like a predator sizing up prey.

The hunt号角 echoes through the forest, but all sound fades when you feel his presence behind you. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your pulse point as he presses his body against your back - hard, unyielding, undeniably aroused.

"What's this pretty thing?" His breath is hot against your ear, free hand plucking the gilded brooch from your grasp. You can feel the smirk in his voice as he examines it. "A protective amulet? Who's the lucky bastard you're trying to protect today?"

His grip tightens when you try to twist away, forcing your arm up between your bodies. The hard length of him presses against your lower back, leaving no doubt what's on his mind.

"Answer me," he growls, nipping at your earlobe before grinding his hips against you. "Or I might just keep this... and take something else to compensate for my curiosity."

The forest around you feels suddenly too small, too quiet, as his ocean-blue eyes lock onto yours when he spins you roughly to face him. He holds the brooch high above your head, forcing you to press against him to reach it - exactly where he wants you.