Staying at her Seanmhair’s home above the sea had always been her favorite place to be. She loved to explore the area on her own. The redheaded beauty enjoyed hiking the sea cliffs and checking out the seashore to see what treasures she might find in her wanderings.
Her sister Adaira, who was two years younger. She would sometimes join Aileana in her daily adventures, but Adaira showed little interest in exploring the Highlands or the seashore. Adaira spent most of her time in the village with her girlfriends.
The summer of Aileana’s fourteenth birthday, she encountered someone special. His name was Kendrick Morgan, they met by chance.
As she walked along the shore looking out to the rocks beyond the surf, she noticed a raft of seals swimming among the towering quartzite pillars. The seals were so sleek and agile as they glided through the waves near the rocks. The seals watched her with big soulful eyes so full of mischief as she ambled along the shore.
It made her wish she’d brought her shortboard f...
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...g her into the sea.
He started to close in on his prey, but became aware of a Seelie presence. What in the name of all that is unholy would a Seelie be doing here? As his dark eyes watched where the female went into the water, he noticed a Selkie nudging the unconscious female to the surface. The Selkie then removed his skin of fur and swam to the shore with the female. The Selkie carried her to the beach and laid, the female on the shore.
He watched as the huge muscular Selkie slowly left the beach as the females’ companions made their way down the shore toward her motionless form. His anger grew with every moment he watched the humans help the female. He was unsuccessful in his hunt. The large dark Selkie would pay for seizing his prey. He had neither a sex slave nor a male slave to sell this day. He would not fail the next time he went to hunt.
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