by Mina Carter
“Well… you guys use sex, don’t you?”
Edan stilled, the phone cradled between his ear and the big muscles of his shoulder. That was a side of himself he’d never been comfortable with, something special, reserved for being a dragon and his souler.
“You mean for healing.” Edan’s gaze slid through the open doorway into his bedroom. His little mermaid lay across his bed, the silk of the sheet doing nothing to hide the lines of her body. Instead, it highlighted the narrow span of her waist, the cello curve of her hips and brought his attention to the luscious mounds of her breasts. She was cold. The tightened beads of her nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric.
Souler. Our souler, his dragon rasped. Need slammed into Edan’s body again and stole his breath. He was naked. His clothes had been destroyed during his impromptu swim earlier. The thick length of his cock hardened, a proud arch that bobbed against his toned stomach as he walked into the bedroom.
“Yeah… Well, of course there’s the fish angle, so you might have to screw her in the bath tub or something. I dunno. You’re a big boy. You’ll figure it out.”
Edan’s expression tightened as he fought a war on three counts; his conscience, his nature and against temptation. He wanted her, pure and simple. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d seen her taking a swipe at that fisherman on the boat. Hell, even the fact she’d been attacked hadn’t stopped him from dragging her into his arms and kissing her half senseless.
Even then, only her reaction to his scars had killed the mood. But, if that were the case, if she couldn’t bear to look at him, then why had she followed him, and tried to help him out in the bay?
He needed healing, she needed healing, and it was the latter that did it for him. How could he refuse the needs of his mate? Edan sighed as he lost the battle he was fighting and accepted she was his mate, his souler. He’d known as soon as he’d seen her, but unlike his brothers, he hadn’t wanted her to be. What woman would want to be saddled with half a man, a pathetic excuse for a dragon?
Yesssss, his dragon purred, sensing his surrender. Ours, at last.
“Mac, I’ll talk to you later.” Cutting the connection, he dropped the phone on the bed with a near silent thud. A second later he gathered her into his arms, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. To a creature able to bench press cars, she didn’t.
His body roaring with the twin fires of need and lust, he walked through the apartment and out onto the veranda. Extending from the cliff side where they’d landed earlier, it wrapped all the way around the house. Sheltered in the lea of the building was Edan’s pride and joy; a huge hot tub.
Already naked, he didn’t stop, just walked up the steps and down into the water. Triggered by his weight in the tub, the jets fired up. The water was already bubbling when he sank into the tub.
“I sure as hell hope you don’t turn all fishy on me now.” Much to Edan’s relief, the touch of the water didn’t turn the slender legs back into a tail. Soft breath whispered over his neck as her arms tightened almost imperceptibly around his neck.
He started to unwrap the wet silk from around the delectable little bundle in his arms. His long-neglected healing talent was touch based, which meant getting them both naked, something neither he or his dragon would argue about.
The silk sheet was easily stripped from her. It put up a small fight as it tried to wrap itself around one of her ankles but couldn’t hold out against a determined dragon. Edan dropped it over the side of the tub and settled her more securely in his lap.
She wriggled and ground her soft ass against the hardness of his cock. Edan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he started to recite the seven times table. Backwards. From three hundred and fifty. Even the soft moans and sleepy movements as she came back to consciousness were driving him crazy.
Reminding himself they were here for healing, which wouldn’t be accomplished if he set her on the side of the tub and fucked her, Edan shifted her in his arms. His big hands swept over her curves as he took a deep breath and reached inside himself. His dragon roared and reached out to him, but Edan ignored it for the moment and reached deeper. There, buried deep inside him, wrapped around that which made him dragon, was a narrow thread of power; gold to his dragon’s purple.
Edan reached for it, feeling the heat in his chest and in his cock as it expanded to fill him. A ragged moan escaped his lips as his cock throbbed so hard, he literally ached from it, and his balls grew taut and heavy.
The golden wash of power radiated out from his chest, through his veins to his hands. He looked down, shifting his vision from human to draconic and snorted. A faint wash of gold followed his hands, hovering over her skin for a moment before being absorbed.
* * *
Dualla woke slowly. Delicious warmth surrounded her, and creature of the deep she was, she eagerly tried to hold onto it. She hadn’t been warm, not properly warm, since she’d returned to the ocean in her late teens. Memories of long Saturday lie-ins buried under a thick duvet were the stuff of reminiscences and dreams.
That’s what this had to be, a lovely dream of being warm again. And by hook or by crook, Dualla was going to hold onto it as long as possible. Her arms moved to wrap the dream duvet around her, but it persisted in feeling less like a duvet and more like a solid male chest and wide shoulders.
Dualla grumbled under her breath, and instead of wrapping the warmth around herself, settled for draping herself across it instead. It was damned inconsiderate though. This was her dream. You’d think the duvet would at least act like a duvet.
Large hands swept along the length of her thigh, a heated touch which made her wriggle. Only a little at first but then more as her body started to respond to the gentle touches. Great, she was getting turned on by her own dream duvet here. What kind of pervert was she?
It felt too good to ignore, though. Dualla shifted under the dream hands. Her back arched as one swept up the side of her rib cage. Dream or not, she wanted more of it. If that made her a pervert, then so be it.
Decision made, she snuggled closer and sighed as the hands followed suit. Warm water lapping around them, she rested her head against the broad width of a solid shoulder and let the hands do what they wanted.
She sighed. She was warm, wrapped around a man who smelled like home and with the water of her element surrounding her. If that wasn’t heaven for a mermaid, she didn’t know what was. Slowly, from passive strokes down her sides, the hands grew bolder. When they prompted her to move, to loop her arms around the broad shoulders, she did so without protest.
Large palms smoothed up her sides, into the curve of her waist and upwards. Dualla’s breath left her lungs on a sigh. More of a moan than a sigh, it whispered against the neck just a hairsbreadth from her lips. A groan rumbled in the broad chest she rested against, and her lips curved into a smile. That was just too much temptation.
Eyes still closed, she leaned into him and brushed her lips against his throat. He smelled familiar, but still in the comfortable place between asleep and awake, she couldn’t place it at the moment. It didn’t matter. More important to her at the moment was the wonderful feel of his skin under her lips and the sounds of pleasure each kiss elicited.
Her kisses had the desired effect. He tilted his head to the side to allow her lips to explore. Dualla crawled up him and pressed bare breasts against the solid wall of his chest. The taste and texture of his skin under her lips was intoxicating and addictive. She knew him somehow, and she felt comfortable with him…
“Fucking hell, darlin’. You’re killing me here.”
His groan was soft but heartfelt. Dualla had less than a second to respond before one of his hands swept up the naked length of her back and buried itself in her hair. Cupping the nape of her neck, he turned her head as he lifted her to straddle his lap.
Two things happened at once. His lips crashed down on hers in a dominating kiss that took her breath away at the same time she settled in his lap. The thick length of his cock p
ressed against her, right where she wanted it. Dualla moaned as her body turned to liquid and her pussy clenched hard in need.
His tongue swept along her lower lip. A hot, wet brush of sheer temptation and a silent demand for access. On automatic, Dualla opened up and let him in. With a small sound of triumph in the back of his throat, he tilted her head and plundered her mouth. Hand still hard on the back of her head, his tongue swept in to explore the silken inner recesses.
His other hand smoothed around the back of her hips. He pulled her tighter against his rigid length and rocked his hips. Heat and friction blossomed between her legs, radiating outwards in ever increasing circles. Dualla’s small moan was lost under the onslaught of his lips. The friction against the sensitive lips of her pussy was simply amazing.
Their tongues dueled in a passionate embrace. Dualla refused to be passive and battled for dominance as she squirmed in his lap. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, her breasts against his muscled chest and her pussy against his rigid cock. A cock she could feel trapped between them, the wide head pressing against the soft skin of her belly. Lifting up, she rubbed her clit along the length of his shaft, the tiny bundle of nerves pulsating in demand. She needed him inside her, like yesterday, if not sooner.
And why not? This was her dream after all. If she wanted to fuck a duvet that had for some reason turned into a hot guy with a large cock, then why shouldn’t she?
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that.” He broke the kiss to whisper against her lips. His hands moved and the one in her hair slid down to cup her breast. Agile fingers rolled the tight bud of her nipple between them for a second. Dualla’s head dropped back, another moan bubbling up to spill over. Oh, he was good… he was better than good. He was fucking fantastic!
Her hips rocked on automatic, rubbing against his cock as her back arched and thrust her full breasts toward him. It was an invitation he didn’t hesitate to take up. Within a second, a hot mouth closed around her nipple and suckled hard. Liquid heat surged through Dualla, from her nipple directly down to her pussy.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she muttered hoarsely as she ground her hips against him. Normally she was a little more reserved, at least with the few men she’d been to bed with. Restraint, the need to keep what she really was hidden, played a large part. She’d never been able to truly let go with any of her lovers and now, here in her dream lover’s arms, she realized what she’d been missing.
“I want you to fuck me.” The demand fell easily from her lips and even before she’d finished her sentence, Dualla moved, lifting up on her knees so she could reach for his cock. He moved quicker, clamping his hand over her wrist to stop her.
“No, not yet.” His voice was soft but brooked no argument. “Keep your eyes closed and just go with it. Let me pleasure you, let me heal you…”
Heal her, what on earth was he on about? Dualla frowned and began to open her eyes, but the water swirled violently as he moved. The next instant, she was kneeling on the seat he’d been sitting on and bent over the side of the hot tub. Awareness that this wasn’t a dream crept in. Bizarrely, she didn’t panic. She knew him and this felt right, too right to be wrong.
A hard, male body pressed against her from behind as his cock fitted into the groove of her ass. Her legs turned to jelly as the quivering heat in her center intensified. She bit her lip, her head dropped down, and she fought the need to beg him to fuck her. She wasn’t going to beg. No mermaid would stoop so low, even if it was all she wanted to do right now.
“That’s good,” he crooned behind her, his deep voice hypnotic. A shiver whispered through her as his hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to rub the thick shaft of his cock between the generous globes of flesh.
“You feel wonderful. You look wonderful, bent over like this. You’ve got a fantastic ass.” His voice was tight and controlled as he bent over her, the heat of his chest against the skin of her back. His hand snaked around her hip and slid between her legs. Dualla caught her breath and her body tensed in anticipation. He wasn’t…
He was. His fingers found her folds and parted them, seeking the delicate nubbin of flesh that was her clit. Her body flooded with liquid heat, a heat so intense she half-expected the water around them to boil. He circled her clit, then dipped down to the entrance of her body. Two strong fingers rimmed the edges of her pussy before sinking deep inside her.
Dualla whimpered. Her needy cunt clenched down hard on the invading digits, clamping around them tightly in lieu of the cock she desperately needed. Slowly he pushed further, shifting position, and his hot breath fanned her neck.
“You’re hot and tight.” He scissored his fingers inside her slowly. Dualla’s eyes rolled back in her head. “I wasn’t going to do this. I was just going to make you come. I was just going to heal you, but I can’t. You’re too much to resist.”
She opened her mouth to object. Just make her come with his fingers? No, that wouldn’t do. She wanted -- no, she needed -- a cock. His cock. Right here, right now. She didn’t get chance to air her frustrations. In the next heartbeat he curled his fingers back, seeking and finding her g-spot at the same time his thumb grazed her clit.
Dualla squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden burst of pleasure, pressing them so tight fireworks burst across the insides. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Just fuck me. Please, just fuck me! Now!”
She felt his answering chuckle through the wall of his chest pressed against her back. With a pop he pulled his fingers from her. “Bossy little mare, aren’t you? Well, what the lady wants, she gets.”
He moved behind her, the warm water swirling around her waist to lap at her naked tits half in and half out of the water. Her nipples beaded into hard peaks and begged for attention. His hands spread her ass cheeks and Dualla smoothed her own hand across her ribcage to cup her breast. As he fitted the broad head of his cock against the entrance to her cunt, she tweaked the beaded nipple and thrust back. He pushed and slid into her half an inch, her body stretching around the bulbous head.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just do it,” Dualla snarled, pushing back to impale herself further on his cock. Her pussy ached, stretched almost to the point of pain, but after a second’s pause, it was more of a pleasurable burn. Then the need took over. The need for more, to be filled completely and stretched to the limit, obliterated all else. Dualla rocked her hips and, on each backward slide, took more of his cock into her pussy.
“You’ll be the death of me, souler, but you asked for it.”
There was that weird word again, souler. Had she been anywhere but in a hot tub with a hunk’s cock halfway up her pussy, Dualla would have questioned it. Right now, she was more interested in getting what she needed before the bubble burst and she woke up. She’d had that happen before, waking up hot and bothered then having to finish herself off with her own fingers.
Hard fingers gripped her hips and held her still as, with small, ruthless jerks of his hips, he worked his way inside her. Each forward thrust was followed by a small pause while he waited for her body to adjust to him. Much as she needed to be filled, Dualla could have kissed him for that, balanced as she was on the fine edge between pain and total, utter pleasure.
“Uh, yeah. That’s good. More…” She moaned and wriggled her hips. He pushed one last time and was fully in her. It felt good, better than good. It felt fantastic.
Edan moved again, sliding out of her almost all the way. He stopped and left just the head of his cock inside her to rotate his hips. Dualla bit her lip again as the sensitive, nerve-laden flesh clamped around his cock went into meltdown. Before she could issue any more demands that he stop teasing her and get on with it, he surged forward again. His balls slapped against her skin as he slammed into her with a power that left her breathless.
From that point on she had no chance of getting it back. He thrust into her time after time, fucking her with a power and precision she�
��d never had before. Just as she thought she’d gotten used to it, matching his rhythm with a little backward thrust of her own hips, he upped the ante. His hand snaked around her hips again, and a hard knee parted her hips even further.
She whimpered as the angle of penetration changed. Impaled on his cock with her legs wide apart, she felt like she was being split in two as his fingers found her clit again. At the same time he rammed his cock into her, he rolled the sensitive little bud between his clever digits. Keeping pace with his thrusts he flicked, or tweaked, or pinched until Dualla was breathless and her soft moans filled the veranda around them.
The tension between her legs and deep in her core coiled tighter and tighter, rising higher than she’d ever felt before. When she came, and she was going to come soon, she knew the tidal wave of pleasure would be mindblowing.
“Don’t come yet.” His order was soft but firm. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
Dualla squeaked, her need rising by the second. “Bit late to tell me now!”
“Oh, it’ll be worth it,” he promised against the skin of her back as he placed gentle kisses along her spine. His fingers continued to ply her clit as his strokes slowed down. His free hand smoothed along her back and down between their bodies. Dualla froze when his thumb started to circle the puckered rose of her ass.
He wasn’t… was he? An energy bolt shot through her body as her attention focused on the lazy movements of his thumb. She’d never done anal before, but she’d always wondered about it, how it would feel to have something the size of a cock… well, there. Right now, as his thumb rimmed her anus, it felt at least the size of a cock. If his thumb felt so big, how the hell would she manage with a real cock?
“Hey, relax. Just go with the flow. You’ll like it, I promise. Breathe and push out as I press,” he whispered then pinched her clit without warning.
“OOhhhh!” White-hot pleasure coursed through her body as he shoved his cock in her to the hilt and pressed his thumb into her ass. The burning stretch as her virgin ass gave around his thumb tipped Dualla over the edge. Her keening cry echoed around the veranda, followed by his grunt as her body clamped down hard on his cock.