Steele Your Soul (The Trouble With Elves Book 3) by Decadent Kane

Author:Decadent Kane [Kane, Decadent]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Paranormal Romance
Published: 2015-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Joren walked out on deck and stretched in the morning sun. He loved the early part of the day. He let a smile cross his face. Few people were at the dock. A couple held hands as they walked down the port, waiting for the shops to open. A little elfling ran in circles by his mother. Others were coming in from the city. No hustle and bustle. The shops had barely begun opening their thatched hatches. The morning was relaxed, easygoing. Even the waters seemed calm, rocking the ship gently. His ship moaned with the small waves as if the Lily was telling him good mornin’. He sauntered over to the side of his boat and watched the fishers gut fresh fish for the morning market. He barely smelled the fishy smell others complained of anymore, as most of his time had been spent around the scaly creatures. Like his nose was immune.

The small waves tumbled along the side of his boat, leaving a trail of white foam in their wake. He’d had the Lily for more than five years now, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. She’d sailed him through the roughest parts of the underground and kept them both alive. They worked well as a team. She was his, and he belonged to her just as much. Joren ran a hand along the railing. “Won’t be long now, love, and the waters will part for us.”

The Lily rocked, as if in answer to his voice. He imagined her nodding to agree with him. He patted the siding and turned back toward his cabin. Kida stood half-dressed in one of his button-up shirts as she leaned against the doorframe. The sun sparkled across her lovely skin, and his cock twitched at the sight of her. Hair slightly askew, sleepy eyes, happy and relaxed. Women were his weakness. He grinned.

“Come back to bed. It’s early yet, corsair.” Kida reached out for him, and his shirt parted, revealing plump flesh barely above her nipple. He had the urge to pull the material down so her breast sprung out at him. He could already imagine the weight of the plump breast in his calloused hand.

He didn’t much care for the pet name she used. Corsair was a romantic term for a pirate, and he didn’t see himself as the romantic type. He’d rather be bad with many wenches. One would never suit him. But he let her call him it, to sate her, keep her happy while he was here. After all, he didn’t have to spend a lifetime trying to keep her in good spirits. Just a day, maybe two at most, every month or so. Joren slowly walked back over to his lovely wench. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the cabin with her. Before he could shut the door, he heard someone call his name.

“A moment,” he said to Kida and kissed her forehead. She gave him a little pout with those lovely plump lips of hers but let go.

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