“You are cornering me. That isn’t fair.” She nibbled on her lower lip, her lashes fluttering over her eyes until she dared to look at him, their color having darkened to the shade of a stormy sky. “I won’t be coerced into anything when you refuse to answer a simple question.”
A simple question. She had no clue how complicated the answer would be. Telling her that he simply appeared when she thought of him would confuse her even further. And it had nothing to do with the matter at hand.
“Naomi.” He reached for her shoulders.
She didn’t pull away from him nor did she look away. Her wide-eyed expression as her hair traipsed over his hands and down her back made her almost appear vulnerable. He doubted, if anything, that she was that.
Letting his hands slide past the material of her shirt and over her arms, the softness of her skin entranced him. What he wouldn’t do to run his hands over her entire body, feel her under his touch, adore her beauty.
He took her hands in his. “All that matters is that you want me. And I want you.”
Her hands were limp in his, soft and warm, her fingers barely pressing against his skin. He pulled her fingers to his pants, placing her palms over his bulging shaft. Her face lowered, watching the movement, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t shy from his efforts.
When her fingers spread over the length of his cock, Merco thought he would explode right there. A groan escaped his throat, the heat from her touch rushing through him, his blood boiling through him savagely.
“Naomi,” he growled, barely able to focus on her curious fingers as she explored his cock through his boxers.
“And you say you aren’t dangerous,” she breathed, then slowly looked up at him.
The thunderstorm had left her eyes. Now a glassy, brilliant blue, full of passion and curiosity. Her lips were moist, full, forming an adorable circle that he would love to shove his cock through.
She was messing with fire. Her teasing would put him over the edge. There was no way he could be responsible for his actions if she didn’t stop immediately. And he should tell her that. Warn her.
“I guess that depends on what you are afraid of,” he told her.
For a moment, a dark shadow passed over her gaze, something sinister, but then it was gone. She licked her lips slowly, lust consuming her. He didn’t miss the hidden fear, the suppressed terror that had forced her to call out to him. Something plagued her that had forced her to cry out to him for help. He would discover what ate at her, the source of the cloud that had briefly dimmed her pretty eyes.
Without warning she pressed her fingers around his swollen shaft. Blood rushed to the head of his cock, the pressure stealing his breath. He sucked in air through his teeth.
“This doesn’t scare me.” She was about to squeeze the life out of him.
When she let go he almost felt lightheaded. Turning from him she moved toward her front door. There was no way he would allow her to ask him to leave. She didn’t want him to go. Fucking him was utmost on her mind.
“You need to learn not to walk away from me.” This time when he wrapped his arms around her, he grabbed her shirt, pulling it up to her waist.
“Oh.” She didn’t say anything else, her body crushing back against his as she turned to look up at him.
His goal had been reached. Triumph surged through him. Willing and of her own mind, Naomi would fuck him.
She moved easily when he held her waist and made her face him. He slid her shirt over her head, and she held her arms up, stretching her beautiful body as she slowly appeared before him naked.
He let her shirt drop to the floor.
“Damn. I couldn’t have made you more perfect if I’d tried.” He saw immediately that his words confused her but wouldn’t allow her to dwell on them.
Cupping her breasts, feeling the soft fullness of them in his hands, he reached down and kissed her, stealing any words she might have said.
This wasn’t a time for explanations. Right now all he wanted to do was explore her luscious body, enjoy the softness of her skin against his.
Kneading her breasts, pulling them toward him, she mewled into his mouth, the most perfect sound.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby.” He spoke in between kissing her, sucking on her lower lip while watching her eyes flutter open and shut.
With a mere thought, his boxers disappeared. He was out of practice, too accustomed to using his powers for everything. Capturing her without them had been a lot of work. And right now, the way she had him feeling, he had acted before thinking.
He thought of altering her thoughts, letting her believe she saw him undress. But he’d come this far. Although he’d lapsed for a moment, willing his clothing to disappear, free him of the restraints of the material that crushed his throbbing cock painfully, he wouldn’t regress further.
“Your boxers,” she began, glancing down him with a dazed expression.
She didn’t fight him when he pressed on her shoulders, encouraging her to her knees. Going down on him, she eagerly took his cock into her mouth.
“By the gods,” he cried out, the heat of her mouth saturating through him.
Steam filtered through his senses, everything around him disappearing except for the sensation of that hot little mouth sliding down his shaft.
“You are so good.” He ran his hands through her hair, holding her head while those full lips slid over him, taking in all of him.
Just when she would have gagged, she sucked harder, gliding her tongue around his shaft, holding him in place while she slowly devoured him.
Her hair tangled around his fingers, the thick silky strands clinging to him while her head moved up and down over his cock. Tilting his head back, he let his eyes close, enjoying the best blowjob he’d had in a long time.
Blood pumped through him, leaving all parts of his body and flowing straight to his cock. He was light as a feather. Fighting the urge to float forward, bring his body over her so that he could better angle how deeply he penetrated her mouth, took his focus away from her mouth. If he weren’t careful, he would explode right now. And he wouldn’t let this end before he’d given her the pleasure that she craved.
And he could tell by the way she worked his cock that she wanted it badly.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” He combed through her hair with his fingers.
She nodded, leaning back on her knees and allowing his cock to slide free from her mouth. Merco suddenly felt cold, too cold. He had to have the heat of her body wrapped around his cock again.
Her gaze swept over his body, taking in his physique. She lingered over certain parts of him, his chest, his cock, his legs, taking him into memory. When she glanced at his boxers, and he knew she wondered again how they had just fallen free of his body, he reached under her arms, lifting her.
“Turn around, darling,” he instructed, distracting her thoughts and keeping them where he wanted them. All she need focus on was the fucking she was about to receive.
Naomi moaned when he turned her around and pressed down on her back until her hands flattened on her coffee table. She arched her back, spreading her legs slightly.
Merco simply stared at the incredible sight before him. Pressing into the softness of her ass, he spread her open, awestruck at the sight of those two tight-looking holes. She was perfectly shaven, the soft flesh surrounding her pussy and ass glistening with moisture.
“You are definitely a woman for a god.” He hadn’t meant to voice his thoughts.
But trying to think straight while his cock demanded to be buried deep inside her moist heat was proving harder and harder by the second.
His intention from the beginning had been to see if he could conquer this human without magic. And he’d managed quite nicely. He should be satisfied with his prize, enjoy it, and then be on his way.
He ran his thumbs over the smoothly shaven skin, her cum coating him while she jerked against his touch.
“Shit. Please.
” She turned her head, trying to look over her shoulder.
Her long hair fanned down her back, curling into tiny ringlets at the end. It draped over her like a robe, the soft red strands bringing out the creamy white of her skin. She could be a queen, her body so elegant, so perfect. The curve of her ass was so damned perfect. She was meant to be bent over, fucked good and hard and on a regular basis.
Damn it to hell. What were these thoughts about fucking her again? He hadn’t even enjoyed her once yet and already he entertained visions of doing her on a regular basis. He didn’t fuck any one woman on a regular basis. And no matter how hot this little redhead was, she wouldn’t change his centuries-old way of life.
His cock was like a magnet against her cunt. He moved closer to her soaked hole. She seemed to draw him in, compel him forward with silent promises of giving him the best ride he’d ever had.
“I can’t believe how fucking perfect you are.” Again he spoke his thoughts out loud.
Could this little vixen have some kind of magic that he didn’t know about? He knew that she didn’t. He had simply indulged in fantasy women of his own creation for way too long, and the unknown of what Naomi might do next fed the fire within him until it burned out of control.
He pressed his cock against the slender slit. Fire consumed him, a volcano on the verge of erupting. Everything hardened inside him, his muscles clenching with such a severity that he couldn’t breathe.
“Yes. Yes.” She whipped her head from side to side, moving her ass against him in similar fashion. “Now. Damn it, now.”
She lunged back against him, forcing his entrance before he could react. The breath he held shot out of his lungs so fast he growled in reaction. Never had anyone taken the upper hand in fucking him. Naomi had decided that she wanted him to fuck her, and by God if that wasn’t what she would have. She was incredible. Absolutely fucking incredible.
Merco sank deep inside her hot moist walls. The moisture simmering around his shaft while her muscles clung to him, pulling him in further, brought his blood to a boil.
“You are so damn hot, so perfect and tight.” He clenched his muscles, slowly pulling out of her so that he could enjoy the plunge again.
Her tight little cunt needed a good fucking.
“Merco.” She cried out his name when he dove deep inside her again.
Gripping her ass he spread her apart, giving him the perfect view of his shaft, smeared with her thick white cream, sliding in and out of her taut pussy. He gritted his teeth, moving faster, needing to feel the friction burn into his cock. Pressure built inside him, his blood pounding through him. Every nerve ending inside him seemed way too sensitive. He was all too aware of her muscles constricting, quivering as he fucked her harder and harder.
“God. Oh, God. Yes.” Her breathing was out of control. She bucked against him, her insides exploding with her orgasm.
He watched her tight little ass pucker while her cream soaked his cock and abdomen. Using his thumb, he smeared cum over her ass while he continued to impale her. That ass would be the perfect final treat. Watching his cum trickle out of that small hole would be his ultimate prize.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. That tight pussy of yours needed that, didn’t it?” He slowed his momentum, allowing her time to catch her breath.
“Uh-huh.” She let out a choked sigh, feeling the aftermath of her orgasm. “More. Please. I need more.”
“I know you do.” He stroked her back, feeling how moist her skin was. “And I’m going to give you more. We still have one more hole to satisfy. Do you want it there, baby?”
She stilled, her head turning while long wavy strands fell over her face. “I don’t know,” she said after a moment. “I’ve never had it there.”
Merco began sliding his cock deep inside her pussy. Pulling out, he rammed her deep, hard, knowing with each thrust what would have to happen. And as he exploded, releasing his seed along the walls of her cunt, he wondered when his plan had changed.
“Next time, then.” His uttered words sounded foreign to him. “Next time I’ll fuck your ass.”
Chapter Eight
Naomi didn’t bother opening her eyes. Slowly coming to consciousness, the first thing she was aware of were the sore muscles running down her inner thighs. Getting out of bed might prove to be a challenge. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to move yet anyway.
A slow throb between her legs started as she remembered everything that happened the night before. Never would she have dreamed she would have given in to Merco. But she had. And damn, what a wonderful time she’d had.
He had cuddled her into his arms, walked with her to her bedroom, pulled her covers back, and snuggled with her until they both fell asleep. She reached for him, wondering if he might want to go another round now.
“Merco?” she whispered, and then realized she was alone in her bed.
Naomi sat up quickly, ignoring the groaning muscles throughout her body as she threw back her covers. The floor was cold under her bare feet but she paid little attention, pushing her hair behind her shoulders as she padded into her living room and then to the kitchen.
She was alone in her apartment.
“Well, isn’t this just lovely?” she said with disgust when she realized there was no note, no number, no indication at all that Merco had ever been here at all.
If it weren’t for the sore muscles and the dampness between her legs she would wonder if she hadn’t dreamed the whole thing. She stood in her kitchen doorway, staring into her living room, going over all the events of the evening before. He’d never mentioned anything about where he lived or worked. Hell, she knew nothing about the man.
“So you got what you wanted, Mr. Merco. And now you’re gone.” She pursed her lips in disgust and wrapped her arms around her waist, the cool air suddenly hitting her as she stood naked in her living room.
Not everything from the night before fell into place. Merco was a strange one. “He was just so damned good-looking,” she confessed to herself, trying to justify why she’d allowed a complete stranger, who’d obviously broken into her apartment, to fuck her so thoroughly—so damned well.
And she couldn’t help wondering about the man as she headed for a hot shower. There were things about him that just didn’t add up. It still bugged her that he was able to get into her apartment without her hearing him enter.
He consumed her thoughts while she let the hot water pound her sore muscles. She prepared for work, not looking forward to her mundane job, and continued to replay the events from the night before. By the time she left her apartment, a smoldering urge to see him again, have another chance at figuring him out, and to fuck him again, had taken over. The chilly air outside didn’t even faze her.
Amazingly, her shift flew by, and she headed out of the factory later that day, with co-workers coming and going around her with the shift-change.
“Naomi, wait up.” Thena hurried around the group of people headed down the long, wide sidewalk toward the huge parking lot outside work. “Is everything okay?”
Naomi smiled at her friend.
Thena’s pale brown eyes were full of concern, her brow lined and puckered as she scrutinized Naomi’s face.
“Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Naomi sensed that her friend saw more than most.
A flutter started in her stomach, thoughts of Merco suddenly plaguing her with a vengeance. Not that he’d been far from her thoughts all day. But the slightest possibility existed that she might see him again. After all, he’d appeared out of nowhere before. Maybe he would do it again.
“You’re strolling along in your own little world.” Thena met her smile and her pretty eyes lit up. “What gives?”
“I might have met a guy.” Naomi felt the warmth spread over her cheeks. It almost felt good against the cool late afternoon breeze.
“You might have met a guy?” Thena had walked with her to her car. She stood now, leaning against the side of it, studying Naomi. “What do
es that mean?”
“I met him the other night at the coven. His name is Merco.” Naomi chewed her lower lip wondering how much to tell her friend.
A whistle blew from the factory, indicating the next shift. Thena glanced toward the building and then put her hand on Naomi’s arm.
“I don’t remember anyone there with that name,” she said. “But I’ve got to go. I’m working second shift tonight, and I don’t work tomorrow so maybe you will give me all the details then.”
She gave Naomi a quick hug, and then trotted across the parking lot.
Naomi headed home, suddenly wanting someone to talk to about the strange man who had sauntered into her life, and then left without a clue. Bridget knew Merco. The thought hit Naomi with a sudden impact. She had warned Naomi to stay away from him, but her friend would support Naomi’s decisions.
Not that she had a clue what decisions she’d made. Merco obviously held the ball in his court. He knew where she lived and how to reach her. She didn’t know a damned thing about him. But she was about to find out.
She would take a cheerful attitude with Bridget. In all the years she had known her, the two of them having grown up in an orphanage together, there was one thing she had learned. Bridget could find the truth in the matter. She was a no-nonsense woman, beautiful and sharp, and with a drop-dead gorgeous man in her life. There was no harm in Naomi trying to learn more about Merco, and if she handled Bridget just right, she might learn something about the mystery man who’d fucked the tar out of her the night before.
And left her with promises of more.
“You’re working late.” Naomi let the large door close with a thud behind her.
Bridget sat at her workbench, her jeans and old sweatshirt doing nothing to conceal how pretty she was. Naomi had always envied her friend her natural grace, like a queen. She was nothing in comparison, her long thick strawberry blonde hair impossible to deal with, and her freckly white skin either looking sunburned or pale.
Bridget looked up at her, and then wiped her hands on a rag on the table. “Is everything okay?”
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