A Feytal Encounter

Chapter 9

Bronwyn cut open pumpkins and watched Adanma stare into the distance, Cahira sitting at her feet. It had been over a week since her fight with Elton and they hadn't spoken to each other. Andrea said Elton was extra mean to her, when he decided to work her at all. Normally, Bronwyn wouldn't be allowed a knife, but the past few days, Adanma had handed one over, her eyes daring the wolf to fight back. When Bronwyn had asked why they were hollowing out pumpkins, Adanma merely replied "Magusmanus," and smacked them with the flat of the knife.

Adanma snapped back to focus and jumped to her feet.

"What the fuck is this?" she held a recently hollowed pumpkin in her hand. "This is sloppy. There's plenty in here left to scoop out, what a waste. You'll have to go over them all again."

Bronwyn growled and threw the knife across the room. It stuck in the wall and caused Cahira to raise her hackles and stalk to a new spot. Immediately, Adanma was pulling Bronwyn up by their wrist.

"You moron," she spat, shoving them menacingly. "You scared my friend. Don't forget that your life is in my hands."

Bronwyn scoffed. "You made it pretty clear to Elton that you wouldn't kill us."

Adanma's blue eyes stared furiously at the wolf in front of her. Even though Elton was not her regular lover, her burning anger had amplified her...other frustrations.

"Well you're shit at pumpkin carving, maybe I should find you another task."

Bronwyn blanched as the Fey stalked towards them. Her voice dripped like poisoned honey– painful, but incredibly tempting. The leggings she wore clung to her curves like she was all that was left to grab, accentuating her hips as she moved. Bronwyn wished they could cling to her like that. Horrified, they tried to shake the thought out of their head, but it made its way through their heart to burn in their navel. Adanma's hair was braided into a crown around her head and the escaping wisps gave her a glowing halo. She looked like a goddess of fury. Bronwyn cowered before her.

In one swift movement, Adanma stepped forward and wrapped her hand around their throat, pushing them against the wall. Their faces were only inches apart, Adanma's breath hot against Bronwyn's face. Their hips pressed together and the wolf inside Bronwyn's chest whined with bright eyes. Adanma dragged her free hand up Bronwyn's thigh, hissing, "So far, I haven't really taken advantage of you, or made you suffer." Her nails tore through the fabric of Bronwyn's trousers and they gasped at the scratches on their skin.

"I've treated you far better than you've deserved, you scum." With a growl, Adanma threw Bronwyn to the floor and made a show of wiping her hands on her tunic. "I don't want to sully myself with you any more than I have to."

Bronwyn didn't know whether to tear her apart or cry. Their thigh burned and their pride hurt even worse. Despite the storm on Adanma's face...they wanting nothing more than her hand around their neck again.