My mouth presses to his firm and eager, and at first, he stiffens, but then he seems to melt underneath me.
He kisses me back warm and needy. It tastes like iron and…something slightly floral. Is that me? My blood? I’d never noticed that before. Maybe it’s the combination of his saliva and my blood mixed together.
It doesn’t matter right now that we’re on the ground together with half a dozen whining and whimpering bodies all around us.
Some of them have disappeared, somehow… but in my mind nothing exists but the two of us.
“I was so scared,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Me too, little fairy,” Merc growls low and quiet. “Your blood…it fills me now. I’ve never felt so strong.” His arms wind around me, and I feel him squeeze me tightly. Pressing into my plushness without hesitation.
“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.