Moonlight Mist: A Limited Edition Collection of Fantasy & Paranormal)

by Nicole Morgan

  She blinked in surprise. Mate? Okay, sex. Yeah, she meant sex.

  “Oh, you’re probably worried about your credit card.”

  He frowned. Obviously he didn’t know what she was talking about.

  “I found it in my bathroom,” she explained. “You dropped it. I phoned and left a message. I guess you haven’t checked them…”

  “I just came back from my jog.” He wrapped the towel around his narrow waist, hiding his scrumptious cock from her view. Frustration suddenly rocked her. Oh man, she wanted to see it again.

  The disappointment disintegrated as he came closer. She could smell him. Clean, fresh, sex-on-a-stick man. She tried to remember the last time she’d had sex, but she came up blank. That long, huh?

  His hair was wet, dark and drippy. Droplets of water sluiced along his neck and the curves of his big, broad shoulders.

  Have mercy! She’d never been so aware of how beads of water looked really erotic rolling down a man’s flesh.

  “So, that’s the only reason you came over? To return my card?” he prodded.

  Mischief twinkled in his stormy eyes and she found herself kind of relaxing. Okay, not really relaxing. Just not so nervous.

  “Well, I guess I missed your ugly mug,” she teased.

  “Ugly, eh?”

  Her tummy fluttered as he grinned.

  “Very,” she giggled.

  Suddenly his grin exploded into a full-fledged, deep-from-the-chest laugh and she realized all too late his intention as he ripped the towel off his waist and snapped one end of it at her.

  She turned away from him and the towel bit painfully against her ass. Before he could snap it again, she was racing down the hallway into his bedroom. Laughing, she ran to the other side of his bed, bringing it between the two of them.

  His cock bobbed as he snapped the towel across the bed at her.

  “Missed!” She giggled. Gosh, how quickly she’d become so happy. So at ease. So riveted to his tentacle-tattooed cock.

  He must have seen her interest, because the happiness faded from his face and serious intent shifted into his eyes.

  “I won’t miss next time, Cat,” he said softly.

  Her heart pounded with excitement as he strolled around the bed, his lethal towel in his hand, poised to strike her again. It seemed as if he expected her to be an easy victim to his whipping, in the confident way he walked toward her, but she bolted. She jumped onto the firm mattress and before she could scramble to the other side and race for freedom, a hot, very strong arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled her back toward him and she lost her balance. She went sailing through the air, only to drop onto the bed, right on her back.

  He didn’t waste any time. He braced his big body over hers, his bare chest mere inches from her breasts, his arms straddling her shoulders as his legs effectively pinned hers down. He lowered his head until he was only inches away.

  “Do you take back what you said about my mug being ugly?” he asked.

  His minty-fresh breath caressed her nostrils and the sweet tips of his lips were curling upward ever so slightly. Obviously his teasing mood had returned.

  She swallowed, realizing what a naughty position they were in.

  “Make me take it back,” she whispered.

  His eyes twinkled with wicked intent. “What’s the real reason you came over, Cat?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer and she held her breath as his head lowered. He was about to kiss her.

  “No, don’t,” she commanded as realization caved in all her arousal. The man had a girlfriend!

  The two words seemed to hit him like a bucket of cold water. He tensed, his eyes opening wide in surprise and with questions.

  “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like it.”

  He blinked in confusion. “Girlfriend? What girlfriend?”

  Oh my God! What kind of a man was he? He’d forgotten her already?

  Anger roared through her and she grabbed his upper arms, ignoring the erotic way his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. Oh, his poor girlfriend.

  “Let me up!” she demanded as more anger rushed through her when he didn’t budge.

  He just frowned and breathed hard as he stared down at her. He didn’t like not getting his own way.

  “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “Yeah, right. How quickly he forgets his girlfriend.”

  To her irritation, his smile returned. “Are you jealous?”

  “You’re a creep.” She shouldn’t anger him, especially in this vulnerable position, lying beneath him and totally at his mercy. But she couldn’t help it. She was so pissed off at the moment she literally saw red.

  He laughed as if he had just been told a hilarious joke. She should slap him. She really should. As if he was guessing her thoughts, he shook his head.

  “Don’t you dare, my little tentacle-fetish vixen.”

  “Screw you.”

  “Actually, I’d like to screw you, but since I have a girlfriend—”

  “I thought you just said—”

  “I really don’t have one.”

  “Yesterday, you said—”

  “I lied.”

  He is lying. Don’t believe him. He has a girlfriend and he wants to fuck you and that’s why he is saying different. But, call her stupid, her instincts told her to believe him.

  “Why lie?”

  Sadness flashed in his eyes. “It’s complicated. I should have told you the truth the moment I knew who you were.”

  What the hell was he talking about?

  But the sadness quickly turned to unmistakable desire. “But since I didn’t, you’ve caught me in a lie, literally, with my pants down.”

  “Off,” she corrected. And suddenly the luscious, hot imprint of his quickly growing shaft pressed against her inner thigh. “Why lie to me about that?”

  “I saw you in your RV and I wanted to meet you. I visited your site and realized by your drawings and the pics of tats on your site gallery that you have a tentacle fetish. So I came up with the story of getting my cock tattooed to meet you.”

  “You’re crazy.” Gosh, how insane to go to such lengths just to meet her. “You could have asked me to go out for coffee. That’s how most people get to know each other.”

  “Would you have?”

  Cat shrugged. Probably not. She was a loner and preferred to stay that way. Or at least she had until now.

  “So, there you have it. And now I’m going to kiss you,” he warned. And she instantly recognized the arousal flowing in his eyes.

  Before she could mount a protest and ask more questions, his moist, warm lips melted firmly over her mouth and she was lost in a swirl of exquisite sensations.

  “He’s mine,” an inner voice whispered somewhere deep within her. “All mine.”

  He kissed her hard, wrenching flames of sensuality from her core, drawing them out of her and wrapping them around her like an erotic shield.

  Gosh! He sure knew how to kiss.

  She opened her mouth to him and his tongue shot inside and dueled with hers. The intense impact of him slipping inside of her was indescribable. She wanted more. Needed more.

  He kissed her mouth, sometimes sipping gently, other times fusing over her hard and strong. She couldn’t stop the guttural moans of arousal coming from inside her chest. He tasted sweet, sexy and just damned good.

  As they kissed, an erotic fire seared into her. She couldn’t think about anything else but the two of them, tangled on the bed, his mouth making love to hers. Finally, when he drew away, he cursed softly beneath his breath.

  “You are so beautiful. So exquisitely beautiful. I never thought I would find a mate as perfect as you,” he said.

  She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. She was unable to speak, but she sure did love the intoxicating way his gaze trapped her beneath him.

  “Your kisses turn me on so bad,” he whispered. His mouth descended again, but this time he kissed the length of her neck with such tender, erotic
kisses she was creaming in her panties with every touch of his lips against her flesh.

  Oh yeah, they were mates. Perfect mates.

  He kissed along her collarbone and when he reached her blouse his mouth pulled hard until buttons were flying. He growled when he met her bra.

  “Let me—”

  But he ignored her. He climbed off her and, to her surprise, grabbed the middle of her bra and ripped it down the middle, allowing her breasts to spill free to his view.

  She swallowed as he smiled. “Exquisite breasts. I don’t want you to hide them from me. Don’t wear a bra anymore,” he demanded.

  He sat on the bed beside her and, dipping his head, he gently kissed one nipple and then the other with tender, butterfly kisses. Her breasts swelled and her nipples beaded until she swore they were as hard as two pebbles.

  She would have told him where he could go, concerning her not wearing a bra. After all, she barely knew the guy. But hey, arguments were for later. Her thoughts drifted away as he began kissing a line of fire along her belly. When he reached her jeans, he growled again. The guttural response made the blood hum through her veins.

  His breath grew quicker and hers joined his as he undid the clasp on her jeans. She helped him pull her pants down and he drew them off and hurled them somewhere in the room. His dark-green eyes glittered as he ripped her panties in half and folded the cloth to the sides. Eagerness and anticipation roared through her as he stood along the foot of the bed, over her legs.

  She cried out in utter surprise as he lowered himself between her thighs, his shoulders widening her legs as he nestled between. Hot breath sprayed against her pussy and she couldn’t believe he was actually considering going down on her. No man had ever put his head down there.

  She tensed as his tongue slipped between her pussy lips and she jerked involuntarily as he licked a hard line right up the middle of her parted labia and onto her sensitive clit and off. He did it again. And again.

  Whoa! Awesome! The pleasure was indescribable as he licked and lapped and sipped her cream from her body. He brought her close to orgasm so many times she couldn’t count them. She wanted to scream. To cry. To pound her fists on his back, but instead she just lay there, enjoying the pleasure, her hands fisted in the comforter on his bed. She could only breathe through the unique sensations threatening to consume her. It was almost as if she’d experienced sex in this instinctual way with him before. Almost as if she were down at the bottom of the ocean again, her body filled with tentacles as she orgasmed over and over.

  Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, she remembered that happening. Orgasms and lust and love emanating from the other who’d fucked her in the ocean. The one she’d thought was Calder. But that idea was crazy. Simply crazy. She shut off that insane part of her brain and just enjoyed the intense way Calder’s hands gripped her hips as he held her down and feasted on her pussy.

  When she swore she could take his exquisite torture no longer, he finally let go of her. A quick rip of foil followed. Protection. She’d forgotten about condoms in the heat of the moment. He slipped a condom onto his huge shaft and she cried out as he climbed over her. She grabbed his shoulders, her fingers curling over his flesh and digging into his sinewy muscles as she pulled him down on her. His legs aligned on top of hers, the huge, hot tip of his cock head slid into her wet vagina.

  She shuddered as he entered her. Cried out as his tentacle-tattooed cock slid deep and hard, his huge girth spreading her tight muscles as he impaled her. His chest pressed her breasts, embracing them. His harsh mouth, fused with hers, cut off her cries. She tightened her vagina around his cock, welcoming him, loving his fullness and the heat.

  She moaned as he withdrew and plunged into her. It was a heavy and powerful thrust that had the headboard of his bed grating against the wall. He penetrated her with such wicked speed the impact left her delirious with arousal. He withdrew and powered into her again.

  He fucked her with hard strokes. Fucked her until the pleasure overrode her senses and she exploded in a frenzy. It was agonizing ecstasy as spasms rushed through her like a drug. She was flying high. Bucking beneath him, accepting him and loving him. He thrust harder, stealing her breath away with his furious pistoning and wonderful kisses, and within seconds she fell into her very own awesome pleasure world.

  Nuzzling his chin into the crook of his sleeping Cat’s neck and shoulder, Calder inhaled her sensual scent of soap and sweet feminine perspiration. He’d fucked her several times, bringing both of them to orgasm over and over again. After they were spent and they’d fallen into an exhausted sleep. The afternoon sun beat against his white-frosted windows and with all their sexual exercises, his bedroom was getting quite hot. But he didn’t want to leave her side to go and turn on the air conditioner and he didn’t want to wake her either.

  Although he really should. She probably had customers today. They would be pissed off she hadn’t canceled or shown up. She would be pissed off he hadn’t woken her. But he’d deal with that later, when the time came. Right now he just wanted to keep inhaling her comfortable warmth and watch her tentacle tattoos as they ebbed and flowed in vibrant colors with her every breath.

  She was in the process of her change now. In a matter of days, she would permanently be an Octoposeidon like himself. She would be a shapeshifter. Human by day and part-human, part-octopus by night.

  He only hoped she didn’t lose her sanity when she discovered the truth. His species, direct descendants of the god Poseidon and his mating with an octopus, were always near extinction. The males outnumbered the females by about a thousand to one. This was why males who were lucky enough to find a mate were so territorial and aggressive against other males, whether in human or Octoposeidon form. Understandably mutations had occurred, when a human was unable to accept the change and insanity ensued. If that happened, it would be up to him to kill her to protect their species. If humans ever discovered his kind existed, the humans would most likely hunt them down to extinction, just as they had done to so many other species.

  Calder reached up and ran his fingers through the strands of her silky hair. No, she would accept her identity. She would not go insane or into denial. She couldn’t. He was already in love with her and if he couldn’t get her to fall in love with him, then surely he’d die of loneliness.

  Chapter Five

  Catalina awoke to the cool breeze brushing against her hot skin. Blinking, she winced at the muted sunshine, streaming in compliments of the frosted windows on three sides of the bedroom. Stretching out on the bed, she smiled at how absolutely wonderful she felt. So satisfied and happy. Very happy. The man certainly did know how to pleasure a woman.

  Calder was definitely experienced. She’d have to question him regarding his past. Where he came from. What kind of work he did. His hobbies.

  Suddenly she wanted to know everything about him. Usually she was so cautious in picking bed partners. Okay, so she was way overcautious and that’s why she’d only slept with four guys in her life excluding Calder. The others had been mediocre in the lovemaking department, mainly catering to their own needs. Oh, they’d made a show of trying to arouse her, but in the end they stopped when they’d satisfied themselves.

  But Calder… Catalina trembled as the cool air met her sizzling memories. Calder just kept fucking her and raining orgasms on her. She’d had no idea she could climax so many times. The most she’d ever climaxed was twice and that had been by her own hand.

  She licked her lips. They were tender from his intense kisses. Tender and bruised. She loved the confident way he’d kissed her body too. His mouth had made love to her skin with those butterfly kisses. And that tongue… What an erotic tongue in the way he could wrap it around her nipple like a tentacle, latching on and pulling and tugging.

  She blinked in wonder. Could a man really do that with a tongue? He was quite talented with it. She wouldn’t mind having a repeat performance. Which led her to the question of where was he anyway?


  A flowery scent sifted beneath her nostrils and she turned her head to find a beautiful, yellow daffodil with a pretty, sky-blue ribbon wrapped around its green stem. A small note hung off one end of the ribbon. Turning onto her side, she reached out and held the note between her fingers.

  Follow the petals. Love, Calder

  The petals? What in the world? She sat up and gazed around. There, on his side of the bed, strewn all over the rumpled sheets, were yellow daffodil petals. When she rolled over, she spied a row of petals on the floor. They led to the sliding doors at the back of the bedroom.

  Huh. She hadn’t even noticed those doors earlier when she’d come in. They were frosted white glass just like the walls.

  Cool. She pushed herself out of bed and slid open one of the doors. Hot air blew against her naked body as she looked out onto the sparkling, blue-green ocean. So beautiful. When she gazed to her right, she noticed the shadow of a boat anchored in the slip beside Calder’s houseboat. To her left floated a row of colorful boats of all varieties. Her cheeks grew warm, wondering if his neighbors had heard any of her cries as she’d climaxed. She shook her head in disbelief.

  She’d just had sex with a man she’d known for barely twenty-four hours. Come to think of it, since meeting him yesterday she really hadn’t been herself. She’d fantasized about him to the point where she’d actually lost blocks of time.

  Sex, good. Memory loss, not good.

  He wanted her to follow the daffodil petals and she would, but just long enough to tell him she needed a shower. Maybe he’d join her? Her cheeks flamed at that thought. Sex with a man in a shower. Nope, definitely never done that before.

  She discovered a light-blue, terrycloth robe neatly folded on a chair. She grabbed it, put it on and slipped onto the back deck into the hot sunshine.

  Immediately she wished for a swimsuit so she could dive right off the boat and into the cool, blue waters. From nearby, seemingly from the roof area of Calder’s houseboat, sounds of nature music saturated the air. It was low, but she could make out the lapping of water and birds singing. It had a calming effect on her.