Chapter Three #2
“Then take me home,” I whisper just above his mouth. “Please.”
Somehow, Merc knows that I don’t mean my own home. I mean his. Because the next moment we’re standing and he’s carrying me in his arms bridal style.
A portal opens, and I close my eyes, burying my face in his neck. Maybe it’ll be easier if I’m not looking.
It is.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers above me.
When I do, we’re in that same bedroom I had been in earlier before. Except now I’m seated on the end of the bed.
“What do you want from me?” he asks as he starts to peel off his torn and tattered clothing.
I watch, looking at the scars underneath his pecs, realizing what they are. Realizing exactly who he is…and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I reach out as he steps closer and run my fingers along those scars. He shivers.
“I want you,” I tell him bluntly. “No, I need you.”
I don’t understand it, but I feel so incredibly drawn to him, especially now, with his eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them and his mouth covered in my blood… I can’t resist.
“You have me,” Merc whispers. And I watch as he pushes his pants down as well, and stands naked before me. My eyes travel down his down, to that triangle of hair between his legs, and back up to his face.
I chew on one of my lips. “Help me with my dress?” I ask him.
I slowly get up and turn around. He undoes the back of the dress and slides it off my shoulders, down my arms, and as he does so, he leans in and kisses along my shoulder blades.
“Mmm,” I say in a breath. Until, I’m completely naked as well.
Before I can turn around to face him, Merc slowly massages my breasts from behind.
He takes my nipples in his fingers and rolls gently.
It feels…cooler than my skin, oddly enough.
The sensation is light, and I can sense that he’s there, but it’s not incredibly pleasant or unpleasant.
It just is. It’s him, his hands, and that is what I feel the most.
I feel more, tingling along my skin up and down as he brushes his fingers along my stomach, and then down to my thighs.
“Let me help you,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say with a nod, and he guides me to the bed.
I lay on my stomach and he climbs in front of me, slowly spread my thighs with his hands.
There’s a wicked grin on his face as he sticks his forked tongue out at me as if to show me what I can expect.
He doesn’t lick me or taste me right away though. Instead, he kisses and bites all up my thighs. From one to the other. Over, and over again. Dragging his tongue along my throbbing pulse line.
I can’t help but squirm and grab onto the bedding beneath my hands.
“Mercurius…” I whine.
“Shhh, patience my fae,” he whispers with a chuckle.
I whine again and rock my hips softly in frustration.
Just as I think I can’t take it anymore, his mouth finds my warm wet arousal.
I gasp as his tongue languishes my folds and then slips up to find my partially hidden clit. He laps and swirls his tongue around it slow but firm.
“Ahh, Merc,” I moan and arch my back against the bed. His claws dig into the bottoms of my thighs, almost my ass, and I press down against them harder. Enjoying the feeling of the sting of pain.
Every single part of me is singing with need and pleasure as he eats me out. I rock my hips against his face, grinding harder and faster to urge him on, and this time instead of making me wait, he goes along with it.
He groans into my pussy, sending vibrations all throughout my clit and walls. I gasp in pleasure and grip the bedding tighter.
The sound of wet sucking only turns me on more. He’s practically writing his name on my clit with his tongue, both of the tips slipping against either side and creating the perfect space for that sensitive little nub.
I reach down and grab one of his horns, at first, I worry that it’ll hurt him, but he only starts to lick and suck even more voraciously.
It all happens so suddenly, I can hardly prepare myself for it.
The build up of desire and tensing muscles.
It’s not fast, no, it takes me a while to get there, and Merc keeps working me until I’m shaking.
Because once I am, I orgasm so hard that my entire body goes rigid and I can’t breathe, much less moan or make a sound.
My thighs squeeze his head, and I grind against his mouth in several hard bucks of my hips until I can’t move anymore.
Then my body relaxes.
I can’t even lift my head to look at Mercurius. So, I’m glad when he climbs onto my body, straddling one of my thighs and looking at me. His mouth and chin all wet.
“You taste…divine…my…” he cuts off his words, swallows hard, and then leans down and kisses me. As he does so, he grinds against my thigh rough and needily.
I let him, pushing my thigh against his warm wet pussy as much as I can in my tired state.
I kiss him back passionately, tasting myself in and on his mouth. The lingering blood, and the slick of my arousal.
“Ahh…fuck…” he moans into my mouth and then switches to bury his face against my neck. I realize why.
I bend my knee and press my thigh against his aching center even more firmly, allowing him to grind and hump me with more vigor.
“That’s it,” I whisper dizzily.
I feel his enlarged clit against the skin of my thigh and it makes my body tingle with another hint of my own arousal.
Listening to him moan and whimper is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I grip his back tightly and start to rock aback against him, giving him even more friction to work with.
“Oh fuck, fuck…Fel…” he says just before he bites down into my neck. Not hard enough to drink my blood again, but enough to make me gasp and toss my head back in equal measures of pain and pleasure.
“Come for me…Merc,” I whisper dizzily. I’ve never done this before.
Not like this. All my experience with sex has been…
beyond entertaining to say the least. So, this?
This is like an out of body experience. I can’t believe it’s happening, and I almost never want it to stop. But I want Mercurius to feel good.
“Please, please, please,” Merc growls into my throat as he starts to tremble and his grinding hips become more reckless.
I feel his arousal dripping down my thigh. I feel how badly he wants it. Throbbing, pulsing, need.
Finally, he comes. He comes like a wave. His back arching, his thighs squeezing, and his breath wafting out against my neck and shoulder.
He trembles in my arms for a long moment before he finally relaxes.
The room is moist, and my hairline sweaty, dripping down my neck to my breasts.
I brush my fingers along his skin, admiring the color, admiring him.
“Felicity,” he whispers. He seems so much softer in this moment.
I look into his eyes as he tilts his head up.
“Yes, Mercurius?” I ask him in return.
“I think you’re my…” he starts slowly. “My mate.”
I blink at him, confused for a moment. “Like, soulmate?” My heart starts to pound in my chest.
“Yes, it’s kind of like that. It’s different than humans think of,” he admits.
“…my mate, in every sense of the word. I feel like I’ve been looking for you, my entire life.
I feel so drawn to you. Your blood…it calls to me.
I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve only heard stories. Of when mates find each other.”
My eyes start to burn with tears. “You-You think I’m your mate…you really do?” I ask him.
He nods, and his eyes grow darker. “I would do anything to protect you. I know you’re meant to be mine.”
My breath hitches. “I feel so drawn to you too. Like…I was always meant to know you.”
“So, you feel the same?” he asks, and brushes a curl of my hair behind my ear.
My lips tremble.
“Are you scared?” he asks suddenly.
I shake my head and swallow. “No, no, that’s not why I’m crying.”
I chuckle and take a deep breath. “I’ve never felt this way before. I’m so…happy.” I smile through my tears.
Merc leans his forehead against my own. “Stay with me here?”
“Here? In your world?” I ask him.
“Yes. Stay with me here, and let me know you, Felicity,” Mercurius says to me. “Will you?”
I look him deep in his eyes, and brush my nose against his. Everything begins to feel as though it’s clicking into place.
“Yes.”