Mercer's Siren

by Mina Carter

  “I thought… you weren’t... feeling good yet?” she managed between kisses.

  “You’re getting me there, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips.

  She pulled back to look at him. His blue eyes were open, honest, not hiding his intent. More than that, her gut insisted she could trust him. And she needed to...wanted to. Long dormant feminine instincts kicked into high gear and heat swirled through her veins. She hadn’t done this for...over two years. And he didn’t know she was Hanorian, the distinctive red hair of her species carefully hidden by a genetic patch to turn it dark brown. So he wasn’t in this for kicks just because she was a siren. He liked her as a woman.

  And she wasn’t on the clock, not yet. So why not?

  “Really? My, don’t you get revved up and ready to go quickly?”

  “Sweetheart, I’d dare you to time me with a stopwatch, but I don’t want to distract you.”

  Suddenly it was as if she was only aware of his gaze for the first time. His eyes locked onto hers, keeping her in place and holding her attention so she was barely aware of his touch, not until he had softly squeezed her arms still resting on his shoulders, her hands on the back of his neck.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  “I’ll try.”

  Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes briefly, but quickly went away as the game was now afoot.

  In the brief moments available to her during their banter, she’d prepared herself for whatever he would do. Still, her breath caught as his fingers slid along the expanse of her midriff left bare by her upraised arms.

  “You know, I’m thinking,” he mused softly as his thumbs traced her skin where it met the waistband of her skirt. “With how amazing you feel on my fingertips, I can only imagine the taste of your skin. Pretty sure if I poured cherry syrup all over you and licked it off, you might get me to love the stuff.”

  “Hmmm,” she pursed her lips. “Now that could be a viable method of treatment to get you over your aversion to zingers. What would be easier, of course, would be for you to avoid so much alcohol. It’s not safe for a human to drink so much and I’d rather not rebuild your liver, hotshot.”

  She was waffling, something she did when she was nervous. Was she nervous? Kinda. It had been a long time. His hands traced her waistband and found the zipper at the side. The rasp as he pulled it down filled the small room and a second later her skirt hit the deck plating. “Well, would you look at that? Zippers these days aren’t what they used to be. Damned thing let itself down. Must be broken…”

  * * *

  “Maybe you can get a refund,” he murmured. “But honestly, I love the new minimalist look.”

  He didn't even pretend to struggle whether or not to look down, Garrett openly lowered his gaze and admired the view. She might not have been Amazonian tall, but her legs were flawless and looked like they stretched forever, the low-heeled sandals on her feet adding a bit more credence to the effect.

  But all that skin brought his eyes right onto the prize. Sheer black lace concealed fewer square inches than the span of his hand. The sight made his breath quicken and his pants decidedly uncomfortable. His angel had a dark side, not to mention an excellent taste in lingerie.

  Delicately, she stepped out from the wisp of fabric that had pooled on the floor, kicking it away. Her movements were graceful and lithe, but as she moved, the silver shadow of a long scar down her thigh played peekaboo with the light. Despite himself, he let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t the same species as Haye. Not that he had anything against people’s species, but in an amorous situation, it was a little emasculating when your partner could bench press surface-to-space flyers.

  Both his heads argued with each other. The smaller one demanded he tear off what was left of her clothes, toss her on the bed and have his way ‘til neither of them could lift a finger. The other head, the one he didn’t use as much in these situations, told him that was a stupid ass idea. You don’t go chugging fine wine; you savor it.

  But while the argument went on, his body had other ideas. As if presented with a priceless work of art and granted the privilege of touching it for the first time, Garrett’s finger lightly traced an invisible line up her thigh. He hadn’t moved fast so she had been expecting it, but he had to smile at seeing her shudder at the intimate contact.

  Smooth. Silky. Supple. Warm and as he made his way north, hotter and hotter. But just before he reached that lace-shrouded juncture, he stopped and for a moment so did her breathing as it seemed.

  “You know I hope you weren’t kidding about that offer of yours,” Garrett spoke as his finger lightly traced hieroglyphics into the velvet canvas of her inner thigh.

  “Which one?” She sounded breathless.

  “Getting over that cherry thing.” His other hand slid up and slowly made short work of the buttons on her blouse. “Right now, I’m imagining ripping off the rest of your clothes, pouring cherry syrup all over your body and licking it off ‘til it’s all gone.”

  Sedj shuddered again. “Sounds like… a lot of fun.”

  “Yeah,” he smiled wistfully as he undid the last button and parted the front of her garment. “Too bad we don’t have any syrup handy.” He had to pause in thought and deed as the sight served to stun him momentarily. More black lace as sheer as mist. Creamy white mounds straining against their confinement. He had pictured them in his head, but the reality far outweighed his imagination.

  His finger moved higher and hooked itself into the waistband of her panties. “On the other hand,” he murmured as he leaned forward. A gasp caught in her throat and her arms went rigid as he exhaled a breath of hot moist air directly over the hard nub trying to poke through the wispy cup of her brassiere. “Milk and honey will do for now.”

  He closed the distance and his parted lips pressed into the soft giving mound in a hot kiss.

  She tipped her head back, hair cascading down her back apart from one curl that looped over his hand on her breast. Clinging as though begging for attention. His free hand encircled her waist, tinier than it looked and pulled her in tighter. She was small and delicate in his arms, something that made him shudder and try to shut down the primitive caveman part of his brain.

  “Computer, lock door.” Her voice was little more than a ragged whisper, but the computer heard. “Authorization Red-seven-seven-three-four-delta.”

  He smiled against the soft skin. She was cool under pressure. He liked that. But how much could she take?

  Using both his hands, it wasn’t long before her blouse joined her skirt on the floor. He took his time, nibbling and kissing her soft mounds. As he undid her bra, his lips trapped her nipple through the lace, an act threaded with impatience as his tongue rasped back and forth making her softly cry out.

  Then there was nothing in the way as he slid the undergarment down her arms while her thong failed to provide substantial protection against his questing hand. And as he drew her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, her nether lips welcomed his finger in kind as he slowly sank into her wet molten depths.

  Her soft cry was sweet music to his ears. The little shimmy of her hips as he pushed deeper into her almost undid his control there and then. Mentally steeling himself, he flicked his tongue over her nipple and prayed to whatever god that might be listening and still recognized his existence that his control held.

  He swore he could taste cherries, his hyperactive imagination supplying his lust-addled mind with things he would normally consider wishful thinking. As his fingers dipped into her core, the velvet walls clinging to him, ten feminine digits buried into his hair, tightening in time to his gentle but imperative strokes. He wasn’t sure if she was holding on or keeping him still or both, but he loved it. More so when she mewled with need as his thumb circled her clit.

  His breath puffed against her skin as he drew back, looking up at her half-lidded eyes. Holding her gaze, he slid his fingers out of her silken sheath and enfolded the honey dipped digits past his lips, sucking he
r dew off. He let out a low moan of approval as her sweet flavor filled his mouth and fogged his mind.

  Fuck the cherries. He could get addicted to this. Hand to her neck, he drew her to him as his tongue sought the taste of her kisses.

  Deftly he slowly turned them, their kiss interrupted as he laid her on the medical bed. He smiled softly, their eyes meeting briefly as his gaze toured the vision of her loveliness. Brushing her hair away from her face, he leaned down and began a journey with his lips starting with hers and heading down. His hands were far from idle, stroking her body, awed by the softness of her skin and the fact he was allowed to touch a creature like her.

  She shivered delightfully under his touch, her skin like satin, the feel of which had to be designed to test his control. The male animal within roared at him to speed up, take what they needed and damned the consequences, but he held it in check. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, delicate little touches that only served to increase his arousal and awareness. Time slowed and he wanted to keep it that way.

  He made his way down her abdomen, tumultuous as the rolling waves of the sea with her erratic breaths. The tempest grew as he cradled her breasts, the soft orbs warming and filling his hands while his tongue teasingly dipped into her navel. Then he ventured lower still. Like the sound of thunder heralding a coming storm, her gasp echoed in the room as he found her wet… then warm, sweet, addicting.

  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.