Mercer's Siren (3 page)
Chapter Three
Oh lady, he really knew what he was doing.
Sedj’s breath caught in the back of her throat as his tongue swept over her. Zeroing in on her clit, he proceeded to drive her out of her mind. Soft licks coupled with small nibbles wound the tension at her core tighter and tighter. Then he slid two fingers deep and groaned against her.
The groan, the small vibration right against the most sensitive part of her, sent liquid heat rushing through her veins, and through her body to bathe his fingers. She couldn’t help the small buck of her hips, or the near pleading moan that broke from her lips.
Her fingers were buried in his hair, holding him to her...just holding him. Deep within, pleasure blossomed. The old familiar ache rising to bring her closer to the edge faster and harder than ever before, even when she was intimate with her ill-picked mate. She shut down that thought before it could form. Perhaps it was humans... She’d always been susceptible to their charm and slick lines and this one was as charmingly rugged as they came.
But his rough exterior was a sharp contrast to his grace and tenderness. His tongue didn’t demand, it coaxed, circling her clit and making her moan with need. His fingers didn’t impose, they persuaded, slowly stroking within her depths… ‘til he curled them in a come hither motion that tore a cry of pleasure from her mouth.
Abandoning her grip in his hair, she reached up to catch the edge of the bed. Stretched out under him, most of her thought processes shut down, allowing her to just feel, not overthink, and enjoy.
“Oh...yes. More...” The plea slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
Another groan from him, whether from pleasure or amusement she didn’t know, but the vibrations were electric. Every lick and stroke drove her closer to the edge of a precipice more daunting than she realized. She could feel it within, a spring winding tighter and tighter.
He seemed to feel it too, for before she knew what happened, her body was seized by bolts of pleasure radiating from her core. Breathless, she could only moan and cry in escalating ecstasy as his fingers grew more assertive, his lips enfolding her clit within their grasp as his tongue flicked mercilessly like the wings of a hummingbird. She never stood a chance as the coil unwound, throwing her off the edge.
She cried out in pleasure, the mind-numbing wave washing through her as she reached for him. He answered by moving up her body. Somewhere along the way, he’d lost his shirt and she spread her hands over a firmly muscled chest in distracted admiration. His lips claimed hers and she moaned anew, the sound lost in his mouth.
A hair-roughened knee parted her thighs and he settled between her spread legs, his hard, male body cushioned in the soft cradle of hers. The broad head of his cock brushed against her and a bolt of pure lust sizzled through her. She broke away with a gasp, a quiver threading through her. He was so big…
“Slow. At first. Please,” she murmured between kisses. “It’s been a long time…”
His lips were at her ear, his whispered words as soft as his kisses. “As slow as you need.”
True to his vow, he took his time. His mouth nibbled at her bared neck as he rubbed the broad tip of his shaft up and down, up and down her folds, drawing out a mutual groan of pleasure from both. Her arms wrapped around his back, holding on, feeling the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he exerted control over his body.
Then slowly he pressed forward, a pronounced intake of breath drawn past her parted lips as her body yielded to him. He was hard and imposing, the walls of her pussy stretching wide to receive him as he sank into her. The heat of his tumescence was volcanic as he slowly filled her, branding her with his desire. And still, it was only just the beginning.
She bit back her whimper, tucking her face against the side of his neck to hide her expression. She was good at concealment most of the time, but during sex...her face was too easy to read. And this was all about fun, not happily-ever-after.
“God, sweetheart...you’re so tight,” he murmured, pulling back a little to reset himself, then surging forward again. “So wet and tight.”
Turning her head, she sought his lips, wanting to taste his kiss at the same time he sank into her. His cock slid in another half inch--half inch of utter pleasure--before he pulled back again. He worked himself into her bit by bit as their tongues dueled. Then he was in her fully, seated to the hilt, and stopped. Let her have a pause to adjust to his size as he kissed her gently. Just that little bit of consideration, the last thing she’d expected from a man who looked like he did, cracked the wall around her heart.
She hadn't said a word, still reveling in the moment, but as her eyes came into focus she realized he was looking intently at her. Her lips parted, her body reacting to the impulse of speech despite no words coming to her mind, but before anything could come out, he moved.
And he took her breath away.
He surged, drew back, then plunged anew, excruciatingly tender and exquisite. The slow, grinding pace magnified the slick friction she felt keenly with every deep stroke. It was like a shower of sparks each time from their contact, like a match head along the side of a box. Every glowing ember that struck her body was a tiny hot pinprick of pleasure. And like any kind of heat, even that which built little by little, what was a pleasing warmth slowly began to build toward what promised to be a scorching blaze.
Slow gave way to fast, her channel slick with arousal, and each hard thrust sent a cascade of sensation through her body. She wrapped her arms around him, raking her nails down his back as he moved, muscles coiling and shifting with each thrust. With speed came power. If the bed hadn’t been bolted to the floor, rated for species far heavier than their weight combined, then it would have slammed into the wall. Instead, the bio-readers beeped in unison with their movements, trying and failing to get a reading. She should shut it down. Really she should. But how was she supposed to think when he was--
Her thought processes shattered as he thrust again, pausing when deeply buried inside her, to roll his hips. His cock pressed against her in all new and interesting ways, and she threw her head back to moan her pleasure aloud. Lady, like this, it wasn’t going to take her long...
* * *
Fuck…
Garrett groaned inwardly, unaware that he was having the same thoughts as she was. The ache in his head had long since disappeared, forgotten. In fact, everything else was cast aside except the absolute bliss of being with this incredible woman. Everything about her turned him on and when he touched her, kissed her, he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to; his body had other plans.
And when he finally filled her completely, her soft, delicious body writhing beneath him, the word
perfect
echoed in his head.
Her hands were everywhere and he loved it. One moment she was clutching at him as he plunged within her while the next they roamed as if she couldn’t decide where to touch him next. The sounds she made excited him, moans and gasps as his thrusts gained speed and impetus. He took advantage of her bared neck, nibbling his way up and down the milky column, and the cooing noises she made were the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
‘Til she groaned his name in ecstasy.
The sound drove his need higher and he growled. Humans weren’t known for their animalistic nature, not compared to other species, but right now he felt the total primal male. She was his and he wanted her to know it, his thrusts harder and faster. The muscles in his arms bunched as he gathered her beneath him, his hand hooked around the nape of her neck to hold her still. He wanted her to remember this, remember him...compare any and every other lover to him.
And he had no idea why, if this was just a one-time thing.
The rising torrents of pleasure neared overwhelming and any other thoughts were forgotten. She tightened around him in more ways than one, her touch now frantic and restless as she neared her climax. More than anything, he wanted her to reach it with him. Together.
“Garrett,” she whimpered. “I’m-”
“Me, too.”
Sweat poured down his body as he drove into her again and again, imperatively. Faster. Harder. Until…
Sweet rapture.
There was no scream nor a bestial howl. They were both too breathless to manage anything more than an impassioned cry. Yet Garrett felt like the world exploded… or at least he did with the force of his release. They held tightly, but his hips struggled to move against his grip as his cock pumped rope after rope of his hot seed into her even hotter depths. He grunted and bucked until he was spent, groaning with the burning bliss and exertion of what he knew was the most incredible experience of his life so far.
She clung to him, her soft cries of pleasure music to his ears as her sweet body gripped him. He held her, dropping his head forward to rest on his forearm as he fought for breath. Aftershocks rocked through him, each drawing out another roll of his hips which in turn made her sigh. He loved that. Loved the soft exhalation as her lips whispered against the side of his neck.
He didn’t want to move, wanted this lazy, content after-pleasure bubble to last forever. He’d never felt this before; the soul deep contentment while his body still remembered the thrill of release. It was… addicting. Utterly addicting.
But as languid as he felt, he didn’t want to crush her. Drawing what strength and will he had left, he rolled them to their sides; his hand slipping to her back to keep her as close as possible. He didn’t want to be apart from her just yet.
For several heartbeats, neither of them spoke a word. Garrett felt the puff of her breath against his neck with her every exhale as her smoky gaze held his. What exactly did you say when you’ve just experienced something life changing? An event that could be described as spiritual? His eyes dropped to her lips as they parted and giving his conscious mind a few more seconds to catch up, he gave in to the impulse and kissed her deeply.
When they broke apart, he still couldn’t stop smiling. “Wow,” he murmured. “I think I really love cherries, now.”
“Desensitization therapy,” she murmured, nestled against him. She seemed so tiny compared to his larger, battle-hardened frame and didn’t seem inclined to move. Not that he had a problem with that. “You may need more than one session to cure you of your aversion.”
“I think it’s working,” he sighed, loving the way she molded her body against his as his hand lightly caressed her curves. “Though I think you should know. I might be forming an addiction. It might even be too late to do anything about it.”
“Hmmm,” her lips pursed adorably, tempting him into kissing them again. “I don’t see that as much of an issue. I’m assuming you’re with the Revenants so I’ll be on hand to deal with both your aversion therapy and your addiction... as long as it lasts.”
Hell. Why was he avoiding her temptation? He kissed her sweet lips again though this time was softer, lingering.
“Well, you assumed right. I’m a reconnaissance corpsman and since you’re the surgeon, technically that makes you my new boss,” he winked. “As for helping me with my therapy and addiction, words alone cannot express my gratitude for your willingness and dedication. How could I ever repay you?”
Her smile was a siren’s lure as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Oh, I can think of one or two ways… unless you have some place else, you need to be this afternoon?”
“Other than with you, Red, nothing else comes to mind…”
The End
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