Fallen Gods II: Jaded Prey

by Lorie O'Clare

  “You make it sound like we are a couple.” She looked down quickly after speaking.

  He knew she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, and the fact that she had, embarrassed her. It was selfish of him, but he remained quiet, not commenting, and refusing to admit that it embarrassed him, too. The statement had made their relationship sound rather permanent.

  All he should do right now was focus on fucking her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Naomi stood naked before Merco, alone in his large living room. It was so fucking hot to be exposed for him like this. His hands were all over her, caressing and exploring and sending her over the edge with a hard-core need.

  She wanted him to fuck her so bad she could hardly think straight.

  What the hell was wrong with her?

  Other than being possessed by some crazed creature, she was allowing some man, who did things that just weren’t right—weren’t normal—to seduce her once again. And she wanted more.

  “I want your clothes off, too.” It was her voice speaking but she couldn’t believe how brazen she sounded.

  This wasn’t like her. Hell, yes, she enjoyed sex. But Merco brought out something in her that she didn’t know existed. The urge to be daring, to speak her mind, to tell him what she wanted—this wasn’t how she usually was.

  Not that she had drop-dead gorgeous men seducing her on a regular basis.

  Merco ran his hands down her arms and took her hands in his. “Undress me,” he told her.

  Oh, hell, yeah.

  Her mouth grew dry, her breath coming in pants, as she took his shirt and raised it over his head, exposing so many rippling muscles. Her pussy constricted, cream flowing over her swollen flesh. The pounding need between her legs made her crave to be touched there.

  She bit her lip. More. She needed to see more of him—all of him. After fumbling with his jeans for a moment, her fingers suddenly incapable of the most basic task, he took over, quickly sliding out of his jeans.

  All she could do was stare at his swollen cock, long and thick as it stood at attention.

  God. She needed that inside her now or she would die. The pain pulsated through her, starting in her pussy and working its way deep into her gut. A twisting, driving ache for that hard cock to be shoved inside her, to quench the growing thirst that burst throughout her.

  “Merco.” She sounded like she was begging, and all she could manage was to say his name.

  He took her, his grip hard and determined, and turned her back to him, pushing her up against the wall. Just as she’d imagined. What was it about this man?

  Right now there was no way she could dwell on how easily he knew what she wanted. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to think about how they’d gotten here from Thena’s house. The only thing she wanted to focus on right now was having his cock deep inside her.

  She stretched out her arms, pressing her palms against the smooth wall and running them against it. Arching her back, she offered her ass.

  Merco had his hands on her instantly, kneading her ass, encouraging her to spread her legs while he pulled her to him. The head of his cock pushed against her, velvety yet so hard, a weapon disguised as pleasure.

  His thumbs pressed against the tender entrance of her ass. Shivers rushed through her as she closed her eyes, running her tongue over her lips and enjoying the many sensations that traveled through her.

  She wanted him in her, forcing his way toward that special spot that would put her over the edge. He had what it took and right now she needed it more than anything. She wouldn’t focus on anything else. Spread-eagled against his wall in such a vulnerable position, she felt brazen, alive.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed, again wondering at her willingness to be so open, so daring with how she spoke to him.

  Merco plunged inside her cunt with so much force her entire body smashed into the wall. Its cool smooth surface did nothing to soothe the fire that shot through her.

  “God. Yes.” She pressed her cheek against the hard plaster.

  His cock slid deep inside her, easing past soaked and swollen muscles, caressing her insides with his velvety hardness.

  “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” He stretched her ass, pulling against her flesh while he thrust even further inside her. “Oh, you are so fucking hot.”

  He hadn’t reached the spot that needed him the most before he began sliding out of her, leaving her craving him even more.

  “Merco,” she gasped.

  And then he drove inside her again. Thrusting with enough strength that she feared her hipbones would bruise against the wall, he impaled her with his cock. She swore it had grown in size over the past couple of seconds. Pressure soared clear up to her belly button.

  Naomi cried out, unable to stop herself.

  Hard and deep. Quick and fast. Merco fucked her with an aggressiveness no man had taken with her before. He wasn’t gentle. Gripping her ass, he plunged into her, pounding her again and again until white light splattered before her eyes.

  She exploded, working hard to breathe so she could ride out her orgasm. She didn’t want it to end, didn’t want him to stop the quick and fierce way he took her. Never had sex been so damned good.

  And then he slowed the movement, reaching around and gliding his hands over her moist skin. His legs bent against hers, while he pulled her back, adjusting himself so he eased slowly deep inside her.

  “You are so fucking perfect.” He pressed her against him, his cock buried deep inside her.

  She let her head fall back, arching against him, freeing herself from the stability of the wall. The moisture from their bodies helped them to cling to each other, their overheated skin melding as one while his hips continued to work, a slow sultry movement. His cock glided in and out of her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm and still feel the urgent craving for a more intense satisfaction.

  She almost told him he was perfect, that no man had ever made her feel like this. But he seemed so damned convinced he could read her thoughts, there was really no reason to talk. Silently she begged for more.

  Butterflies fluttered in her gut when he chuckled, icy chills rushing over her overheated body.

  “I’m not sure I want to know what is so funny,” she gasped, craving to come again, and not wanting to dwell on how damned spooky he could be.

  She didn’t want to think about that right now. The demon that tortured her didn’t seem to want anything to do with her when she was fucking Merco. And as far as she was concerned Merco could keep up what he was doing for hours and she would be more than delighted.

  “You already know,” he told her, finalizing his words with a quick hard thrust.

  “Shit!” she cried out, her body convulsing with an unexpected orgasm.

  She couldn’t ride it out before he pulled free from her, grabbing her and turning them around so that she fell toward the coffee table. She felt like a rag doll, incapable of stopping him from moving her into whatever position he desired. When he pressed against her ass, she reached forward, her hands slapping the cool surface of the coffee table.

  Naomi screamed when he went down behind her, thrusting his tongue deep into her cunt.

  “Damn, woman, you are on fire.” His tongue worked magic over her swollen cunt, stroking and caressing the tortured flesh that he had just thoroughly fucked.

  “That is good. Yes. Just like that.” She’d never told a man how to please her before.

  In the few times in her far past that she’d been with a man, she had taken what she could get. The thought of instructing, letting him know what to do to her, required more nerve than she’d ever mustered.

  Yet she couldn’t stop herself. “Merco. More.”

  His large hands, so sure and confident, pressed against her flesh, tugging and stretching while his mouth worked pure pleasure against her fiery entrance.

  Her hair fell around her, while she pressed her palms against the glass surface of the coffee table. The pull on her inner thighs burne
d, but she stretched her legs as far as she could, wanting more of what he was doing to her.

  And then his tongue thrust into her sensitive ass. Nerve endings sprang to life and she jerked at the incredibly intimate act. Her body convulsed. No one had ever tongue-fucked her ass. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move while he daringly committed the most pleasurable act on her that she’d ever had in her life.

  “You would explode if I fucked you here,” he told her, his breath burning against her moist and exposed ass.

  “Oh,” she murmured, unable to think, far from able to respond while he did what he did to her.

  “Tell me you want it here.” He circled the sensitive flesh with the rough texture of his tongue.

  Fire scourged through her. Pressure built with more intensity than it had when he’d fucked her pussy.

  She couldn’t speak. Turning her head simply caused her hair to fall further over her face. Her muscles constricted, her entire body one overactive nerve ending.

  “Tell me,” he told her again, determination in his voice.

  Chills of excitement rushed through her.

  “Yes. Okay.” She couldn’t have formed a complete sentence if her life depended on it.

  “Tell me,” he said again.

  Damn it. He wouldn’t let her simply enjoy the act. He wanted her to think, too. How could she possibly have a conversation with him when he was doing this to her with his tongue?

  “Merco,” she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut, all of her attention on the slow, torturous strokes of his tongue against her incredibly sensitive ass.

  He stabbed her again, the moisture from his mouth oozing over her ass, the small hole soaked from his focused administrations.

  “You will tell me.” He wouldn’t let it be. His husky baritone rushed over her skin.

  She would die. Never would she be able to think clearly again. Blood rushed through her, heating her brain. Her muscles strained, her body quivering with a need for more.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck my ass.”

  He adjusted himself quickly, his hard cock suddenly where his mouth had been. Her soaked ass greeted the swollen head, his velvety hardness sliding over her moist skin.

  And when he pressed into her, stretching the prepared opening of her ass, the pressure building inside her threatened to explode, erupting with more intensity than she could possibly handle.

  His cock pushed into her ass, suddenly filling her with his hardness while her legs quivered, her muscles threatening to collapse underneath her. Merco tightened his grip on her, a growl escaping him while he plunged into the tight crevice and fucked her ass.

  Nothing compared to it. The fiery pain mixed with the most incredible pleasure while she collapsed to the coffee table, crying out as a dam burst inside her.

  Somehow she managed to keep her legs straight, enjoying the long thickness of him while he stroked her tight hole, caressing the most sensitive muscles as he glided in and out of her.

  “Damn it, Naomi.” The roughness of his voice put her over the edge. “You’ve got a fucking perfect ass.”

  She couldn’t talk. Her breath came in gasps. She stretched into him, overwhelmed with the orgasm that passed through her while at the same moment pressure built inside. She came, and then came again. Nothing had ever felt so damned perfect.

  “Yes.” He growled again, a primal sound, bellowing from deep inside him while he plunged one last time, his cock pulsating inside her while he spilled his seed.

  His growl vibrated through her, adding to the intensity of her climax. She’d never known anal sex could be this good. No one ever could have made her believe such a carnal act would leave her numb, tingling, wanting to cry from the sheer joy of it

  The hot fluid coated her ass, soothing the fire that he’d created there.

  Naomi collapsed, the coolness of the glass against her cheek all she could focus on. No man had ever confused her more, yet brought her such perfection. Merco was the most incredible man she had ever experienced.

  For a moment she thought she might pass out. There was no way she could move. Her body had never felt more sated.

  And then Merco lifted her, pulling her backwards until he had picked her up into his arms.

  “Come here,” he whispered.

  She turned contentedly, curling into his chest while he cradled her against him. The hard beat of his heart and the heat of his body saturated through her.

  “I doubt I could go anywhere if I wanted to,” she told him, hardly able to catch her breath.

  Merco chuckled. “You, my dear, are going to take a bath.”

  She looked up at him, wondering at how sensitive he could be to her needs at times. A hot bath sounded absolutely perfect. For the first time in quite a while she was at peace, comfortable, and very happy.

  The demon creature seemed to be gone. But she wouldn’t dwell on that right now. Good riddance. All she would focus on was the aftermath of their sex. Her body ached, pulsing with an intense satisfaction. Even the burning in her ass and her pussy from such hard sex felt good.

  Merco didn’t look down at her but focused ahead as he carried her up the stairs. She remembered coming down these stairs earlier today and seeing Bridget and Braze disappear. His expression remained solemn as he moved easily until he reached the upstairs hallway, not jostling her once as he moved to the bedroom where she’d slept that morning.

  “What is it about you?” she asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer.

  Like anyone could answer a question like that.

  “I’m not like anyone you’ve ever known.” His answer was perfect, yet a mystery.

  “You’re right about that,” she told him, more than confused.

  The slightest amount of trepidation seeped through her. He wasn’t like anyone she’d ever known. He was too damned sexy. And sexy men didn’t seek her out. She was normal, ordinary. She wasn’t a flirt. And she was intelligent. Those qualities just never seemed to attract the overly cocky, gorgeous men.

  Yet Merco had come to her. He was strange, to say the least. But that fascinated her. Terrified her, but yet appealed to her at the same time. She really was a nutcase.

  When they entered the bathroom the large oval-shaped tub was full of steamy water, bubbles threatening to spill over.

  “Damn.” She shouldn’t have been surprised. But her heart started a hard beat while her stomach twisted in knots.

  Merco stepped easily over the edge and submerged into the hot water, holding onto her firmly while he adjusted her on his lap. The hot sudsy water rushed up around her, steam and the perfect amount of heat enveloping her.

  Her long hair clung instantly to her as she found herself suddenly situated on his lap, the hot water covering her up to her chest.

  “Who filled this bath?” she asked him, wondering why she hadn’t thought that they might not have been alone in the house.

  The thought that someone else could have been there, able to watch them in the living room if they had chosen, sent a rush of embarrassed heat through her.

  “I did,” he told her simply.

  “You did?” she asked, turning to look into that incredibly calm-looking face.

  “Yes. I did,” he said with finality.

  She stared at him, an uncomfortable emptiness sinking through her. A slow lump began in her gut while she studied the hard line of his jaw, the determined look on his face.

  “You filled this tub?” she asked again, her mind working to figure out how he could have done that.

  There simply was no way he could have drawn a hot bath when he’d been with her ever since they were at Thena’s. Her heart raced, a cold flush creeping over her skin. She shouldn’t be scared. But what kind of man was Merco?

  Merco raised his arm, suds dripping off of his dark skin. Muscles stretched under his skin as he brushed her soaked hair over her shoulders. The touch was so intimate, so relaxed, the way a lover would treat another lover. Yet this man was a strang
er, full of mysteries that she couldn’t figure out. She simply stared at him, ignoring the gesture.

  “Merco. How could you have filled this tub?”

  “I willed it to be filled. Just as I willed us here from your friend’s house. And the same way that Bridget and Braze willed themselves home from my living room earlier today.” His gaze never left her face.

  He waited, staring at her, waiting for her reaction. And all she could do was stare at him. There was no way to react to such a preposterous statement.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly the heat from the water made her dizzy. Everything around her seemed to be spinning, her insides included. “You make it sound like you are magic.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Magic is a human word.” He waited for her to explode. Until then he would give her the simple truth. In spite of the consequences that he was sure would hit him sooner or later, she deserved that much from him. “I am an immortal, just as Bridget and Braze are, just as my friends you met earlier are. We are elders from a place called Hedel.”

  When she said nothing, he stretched out in the tub underneath her, adjusting her against him. The hot water felt damned good, but not as good as her soft curves did resting on top of him.

  She remained relaxed over him only for a minute, though. Slowly she straightened until she slid down him, her soft ass caressing his cock until she sat in between his legs.

  Hunched in the center of the tub, the deep water covering her to her breasts, he watched her while ringlets of steam curled around them.

  “That’s not funny,” she said finally, her lips pursing while frustration brushed over her face.

  “It wasn’t meant to be.” He watched while she struggled with a mixture of emotions. “It’s the truth.”

  Naomi stood, the water creating waves with her quick action. Quickly she stepped out of the bath. Standing in the middle of his bathroom, water dripping from her naked body, she crossed her arms and glared at him.