He chuckled softly. "We'll begin with the basic necessities for such ceremony," he murmured, his fingers moving to her hair, touching it gently. "A single hair." His clever fingers twisted and pulled in her raven locks, savagely ripping out the sought prize before moving back down to brace her hard against him.
"A drop of blood." Puck bit down in the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder, teeth digging into the tender flesh until he broke her pale skin, and then sucked at the wound until blood welled up. He licked away the first drop with relish, and then ran the plucked hair through the wound until it shone wet and red.
All the while, the fingers of his other hand stroked and teased her, playing with her, working to draw a response from her. "Just one last thing... Say it, Mab. You want this. Say it."