My Paranormal Valentine: A Paranormal Romance Box Set Page 9

  Bridget laughed. “It’s big, sweetie, but not that big. Come back to bed. I want more.”

  When he looked like he would still protest, she let her thighs fall open. Caderyn swallowed, but he didn’t look away. “Don’t do that… I can’t… You feel my energy in you because of the knife wound. I healed you. That’s why you’re acting like this.”

  “I’m acting like this because I want you.” Bridget stood up from the bed, pursuing him. He was against the doorframe. She crossed over to him, running her fingertips down over his chest. Aggressively, she pushed his head back and lifted up on her toes to kiss his neck. She bit and licked her way down his hard muscles, sucking his small nipples between her teeth.

  “Oh, Sweet Blue!” he exclaimed.

  She kissed her way down. The bedroom overhead lights softened the contrast of his hard features. His head was thrust back and he was breathing hard. Bridget moaned softly, vaguely aware that she’d never done anything this bold in her life. Her lids fell halfway over her eyes and her voice was a sultry pout. “I want to taste all of you.”

  She pulled his lean hips, urging him to his knees on the floor. It was as if his body couldn’t resist her will. One light touch and she’d feel energy pulsing from her nerves, into him, controlling him. She was going to do exactly what she wanted to him and he wouldn’t be able to say no.

  When he was sitting back on his feet, she got on her hands and knees and licked his hard shaft from root to mushroomed tip, letting him have full view of her body. It excited her to know his eyes watched her. With each pluck of her lips, he tensed and flexed beautifully beneath her. She tasted the residue of his recent climax. Her tongue swirled around the ridge of his cock, liking the way he panted and jerked at the light touches.

  “Bridget—oh! What are you doing?”

  “Shh, I want to play.” Pouting, she gave him her most irresistible look. Slowly licking her lips, she got into the role of ultimate seductress and said, “Your cock tastes so good. Won’t you let me kiss it, Caderyn? Won’t you let me suck your big, hard cock for you?” She grabbed the shaft and licked the tip. “Please, Caderyn, I want to taste you. Please.”

  He looked shocked by her words, actually stunned was a better word for it. Bridget had no idea where this boldness was coming from. She leaned over him once more, taking advantage of his momentary astonishment to suck him deep into her mouth.

  Bridget smiled in victory when he touched her. He massaged her shoulders, tangling his fingers in her long hair. She took her time, teasing him with her mouth, drawing out the torture.

  Bridget enjoyed the primal sounds he made in the back of his throat. She realigned her body so she could use her hands to full advantage. Grabbing the base of his shaft, she worked her fingers up slowly, lightly running the tips up and then down to tease him. With each stroke, her grip tightened, twisting around, varying the movements. She continued, amazed that he seemed to get harder with each pull. His thighs tightened as he pushed his hips up toward her mouth.

  Bridget cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm before dipping underneath to the collection of nerves buried below the soft globes. Caderyn rewarded her efforts with hard jerks of his body and heated gasps for air. If she was worried about him reacting like a man, she didn’t need to be. Every response was primitive and raw, every groan, every shiver.

  Her tongue darted out, flicking over his tip. Bridget made a small sound of pleasure, letting him know she liked it. Caderyn flexed and quivered beneath her and the intimate taste of him passed over her tongue. It was delicious. She wanted more.

  Kissing the head of his cock, she swirled the ridge before sucking him deep into her mouth. She pulled back, nibbling her teeth up and down the sides of his shaft before latching onto him once more.

  “Bridget,” he groaned. “Ah. Oh. Mm. I’ve never felt anything like this. Mm, aye.”

  The primitive noises became louder. She blew and sucked his cock in turn. Her teeth pulled over the shaft. He was so big she couldn’t get him all the way down. Taking her hand from his balls, she put a palm flat on the floor for balance and began to stroke the extra length with her free hand.

  The grip on her hair pushed and pulled, helping to work her mouth over him, pushing as deep as she could take it. She kept up her caresses, pulling at his balls, stroking his shaft.

  “Bridget, I can’t hold back. I must…”

  Bridget sucked harder, refusing to let up. She wanted to taste him. His whole body tensed. Caderyn came, bathing her mouth with his seed. She moaned in appreciation, drinking the salty-sweet flavor down.

  “Where…? He gasped for breath. “How…?”

  Bridget arched a brow in amazement. The look on his face was priceless. “Don’t you have oral sex here?”

  “Or-all?” He shook his head. “Not that I’ve heard. Though, it’s been many years since we’ve been plunged down beneath the surface. Perhaps I have forgotten many things.”

  “What haven’t you forgotten?” she asked. “Show me.”

  “You mean… again?”

  “I want more,” she purred, batting her lashes. He was still slumped up against the frame, eyeing her in amazement. “But in the bed. This floor is hurting my knees.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Ask me that again and I’ll find someone else.” Bridget crossed over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress, her butt in the air. Part of her felt as if she was watching the whole scene from the sidelines. Her mouth opened, her body moved, but it was all on desire, on instinct, on greedy need. She’d never acted like this, but she couldn’t make herself stop. She stayed on her hands and knees, tossing her long hair over her shoulder to look at him. “A big, healthy man like you can surely go a couple more times.”

  “A couple?”

  Bridget almost laughed at his look of surprise. She turned away from him, letting her feet dangle over the side of the bed. “Mm, at least.”

  A warm hand cupped her hip, gently exploring her side. She closed her eyes, not moving. Fingers brushed her thighs, parting them slightly from behind. He touched her, stroking her sex with confident hands. Her body was so wet, too wet. It shouldn’t have been possible. Usually, she took much more actual physical coaxing to become so aroused.

  Caderyn’s touch was electrifying. It was as if his hand vibrated lightly over her skin. Her nerves reached for it, following the brush of his fingers. She peeked over her shoulder. He stroked his cock so that it was again at full mast. Bridget liked watching him, was amazed he could even get it hard again so quickly, and could only assume that the Merr were an extremely virile race.

  As he stroked himself, he thrust a thick finger up inside her. She bucked. It wasn’t enough this time. She wanted more.

  “What else do your people do?” she asked, moaning even as she continued to rock against him. “Show me.”

  “I enjoy having this done to me,” he said, without embarrassment.

  Bridget began to turn only to tense in surprise when his wet finger pushed along her cleft and dipped into the tight rosette buried within her cheeks. The strange cloud she drifted in began to lift at the startling probe. She tensed, ready to tell him to stop. He slipped the bold finger deeper, rimming her in tight, shallow circles, stretching her. A great many nerves she didn’t even know existed exploded with pleasure. She tensed, arching up off the bed.

  “Caderyn?” she breathed, confused. The man didn’t practice oral sex and yet he just admitted to liking himself rimmed? Talk about surprises.

  “I see you like it as well.” His voice was so confident, unembarrassed. One finger rimmed her and another tickled her clit. Her legs reached wide, opening further to allow him complete access to her body.

  Her mouth fell open. She glanced over her shoulder. His purple eyes almost seemed to glow as he looked at her and she saw the strange shadowing of silvery purple along the outside of them. A possessed look crossed over his features. He worked his hand against her as he stroked himself.

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�Caderyn, I can’t take it,” she cried. “Please!”

  Caderyn slipped his finger from her butt and moved to grab her hips. He brought his body to hers, rubbing his large cockhead through her cream, up and down her slit. Then, narrowing in on her pussy, he pushed himself inside her and groaned.

  Bridget’s eyes widened at the feel of his cock stretching her. She hadn’t had too many lovers in the past, but she wasn’t a saint. It had been awhile and her pussy was tight. The wet heat of her body’s moisture eased the way as he moved in shallow strokes, prying her completely open to him. Just when she thought she could take no more, he pushed deeper. The backs of her thighs pressed along his legs as he gave one firm thrust, fitting himself to the hilt. Pleasure-pain filled her, and she’d never felt so connected, so complete.

  “Oh.” Bridget moaned. It felt good. “Yeah.”

  “Ah, tight,” he grunted. “I like it tight.”

  Caderyn stood behind her. Her feet dangled off the bed. He gripped her hips, jerking her body up and down on his cock as he rode her. His movements were rough, hard, nearly pounding her. She cried out, wanting him to slow down so she could savor the moment. But, when her mouth opened, she called, “Harder. Fuck me harder!”

  “I like how you squeeze me,” he answered, obeying her command and jerking her harder.

  “More,” she demanded.

  Caderyn gave her more, letting her have every thick inch. “Ah, Bridget.”

  Bridget came, hard. She’d never felt anything so intense. His body jerked, answering her climax with his own. It was like her whole body exploded. Her arms trembled, giving out from under her. She instantly weakened and blacked out.

  Caderyn stumbled back in amazement, staring down at Bridget’s immobile body. He felt the instant she blacked out. Her power over him had stopped.

  Gasping for breath, he tried to slow his heartbeat. The orgasm weakened him, but so had healing her. He’d tried to resist her when she called to him, knowing that she felt his desire for her. Slumping to the floor, he leaned his head along the wall where it met the wardrobe to form a corner.

  Healing was risky when done on such a level, but he had no choice. She was his wife and he had to give her his energy. It worked too because only a pink scar remained where the knife blade had entered her side.

  But, in giving her energy, he didn’t have much left for himself. Caderyn shut his eyes, too weak to move and a little thankful that he was going to get a chance to recover before she demanded sex again. His legs trailed out on the hard floor, and his hands rested along his thighs, unmoving. He was soon fast asleep.

  Chapter 14

  Bridget couldn’t move from her place on the soft mattress. Her side ached and she felt as if she were hung over. That was strange in and of itself, as she never drank to excess.

  “What a dream,” she whispered, sighing. The bedding smelled fresh, like sea flowers. Had Caderyn misted the scent on them? It was odd in the present circumstance. “What a weird dream.”

  Slowly, she realized she was naked and not only did her side hurt, but her insides were sore, like she’d had sex—lots of sex. She expected the room to reek of it, but all she could smell were the sea flowers. Prying one eye open, she watched a blue blanket swim before her vision. It led to a blue wall.

  The Merr palace. She was in the palace. It wasn’t a dream. But, if the palace wasn’t a dream, then...

  Bridget jerked up, twisting around on the bed. Caderyn was gone, but the twinge in her stomach gave way to the fact that they had indeed had sex. And not just sex—wickedly delicious, full-on, too-embarrassed-to-look-at-yourself-in-the-mirror-the-next-morning sex. Oh, gawd! The kind of sex that meant you couldn’t face the person the next day—or ever again. It was the kind of sex that warranted moving to a different country.

  “Oh, no,” she moaned, covering her face. Had she really told him that she wanted to taste all of him? Had she really sucked his cock so aggressively? Bridget groaned in horror. It hadn’t ended there. She’d kept demanding more. He’d taken her from behind right here on this very bed.

  “Oh, gawd, no.” Bridget became lightheaded. His finger had been where no man had ever gone before and so help her, she’d enjoyed it, yelled for more. She clenched her butt cheeks, thoroughly embarrassed by what she’d so openly and willingly done.

  Bridget fell over and buried her face in the bed. There was more, so much more. It was all a little fuzzy as to the timeframe, but what had happened was clear.

  She’d found him on the floor, sleeping up against the wall. He’d looked so cute, his hard muscular body just waiting for her to arouse it. She’d awakened him with her mouth on his cock and her finger probing his taut ass as he claimed to like, demanding more from him. Oh, yeah, he hadn’t been lying. He really had liked it when she’d done that. Though, she could still picture the surprised look on his face from having been woken up like that.

  Caderyn had taken her again and again. They’d had sex right there on the floor, her body riding his as she straddled his thighs. Then they’d moved to the shower, the couch, the bed. Somehow fruit had gotten involved. She couldn’t stop groaning. Had she really given him a fruit blow job? Bridget would never look at breakfast the same way again. In fact, she doubted she’d ever eat a piece of fruit without blushing.

  “Oh, gawd!”

  He had watched her, too. They’d done it with enough light to see everything clearly. She was no prude, but she was more conservative than that. Sure, if the mood felt right, a girl could pull out a few special tricks. But all of them? All the positions she could ever dream up? Caderyn must think her a real whore. After the way she acted, she was pretty sure she thought of herself as a whore. Even worse was the fact that she’d so thoroughly enjoyed it, and just thinking of it made her want him again and again.

  Bridget groaned. It was impossible. No two people could have so much sex in just one night. How could she have allowed this to happen? It was as if she’d been drugged.

  A shimmering garment at the end of the bed caught her attention. It was some of the material she’d chosen with the tailors. Lifting it up, she found a sari-like gown. The shirt had short tight sleeves and would be fitted down her waist to her hips. Over her shirt, the silvery blue material would drape around her body, creating a long skirt that slit up the side all the way to her thigh. It was gorgeous, but it wasn’t the most conservative Romanesque dress pattern she’d picked out for most of her outfits. She wondered who had changed it. There were also two leather sandals—just her size.

  Her stomach growled but she ignored it. The idea of a fruit breakfast was just too mortifying to think about. Bridget peeked out of the bedroom. To her relief, the living room was empty. Making a run for the bathroom naked, she hugged the clothes to her chest.

  Once locked in the bathroom, she quickly took a shower, trying to wash Caderyn’s smell off her skin while refusing to think of how she’d bathed his wet, naked body with her hands and tongue in this very place. In her mortification, she scrubbed her skin a little too vigorously. When her hands hit her waist, she flinched.

  Bridget leaned over. She found the scar on her side. It wasn’t too bad. Apparently, she’d only nicked herself with the knife because it was already healed shut. For some reason, she remembered a searing, excruciating pain. How did a scratch cause such agony?

  After her shower, she dressed in her new garments and slipped into the sandals. Combing her hair, she struggled to get the knots out with Caderyn’s metal comb. She really missed her hairbrush.

  The living room was still empty, and she decided now was as good a time as any to leave Caderyn’s home. She didn’t want to face him—ever. Not after the wanton way she’d acted. Her face heated as she looked at the back of the couch and again remembered some of the night’s more sordid positions.

  “Oh, gawd,” she whispered.

  Luck was with her. The hall was empty. Where should she go? She was underwater in a giant island bubble. It wasn’t exactly like she could hide. Thoug
h it was tempting to try, she wasn’t about to hold her breath as she floated up from the Abyss. The pressure down here alone should have killed her.

  Before she realized where she was going, she found herself standing in the doorway to the artifacts’ room. Aidan was bent over a text, scribbling notes on parchment with a quill.

  “I need more facts,” Bridget said.

  Aidan jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning with his hand over his chest. “You’re awake.”

  “I want proof that this is Deep Ocean. How do I know we’re not just a mile down from the surface? I want someone to take me out in the water and show me. I want solid, scientific proof.”

  “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you? Can’t you just accept it and move on?” Aidan turned back to his text, waving his quill as he spoke. “We’re surrounded by merfolk. I’m over a hundred years old. I’ll dig up my old journals and prove it to you if you’d like.” He turned back to look at her. “Not to mention the fact that you survived your shipwreck and are wearing strange clothing and eating strange food. You look lovely all dolled up, incidentally.”

  Bridget arched a brow at his words. Dolled up? She refused to get sidetracked.

  “Merfolk could easily be just an anomaly of nature,” she reasoned, “or more than likely a government experiment. You could be lying to me, and the journal could be faked. I’ve seen stranger clothing in New York City during Fashion Week. As for the food, well, yes it is harder to explain, but maybe someone has discovered a way to genetically alter sea life. Or maybe you’ve found how to fish the Deep Ocean waters. Or Deep Ocean creatures are rising up from the Abyss to feed, due to some ecological shift, and you’re catching them that way. There are any number of logical explanations. So, I say again, I want proof.”

  “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Aidan shook his head. “Why is this so hard for you to accept? Even you must admit that your logic is farfetched.”

  “No more farfetched than living underwater in a bio-dome created by Poseidon, the god of the sea. To accept your explanation, I’d have to accept that some sort of supernatural, unearthly, god-like magic exists. But, having been a scientist, I know that what I suggest is more probable. Yes, it is farfetched, but it is probable as well as possible, more so than a magical curse and an underwater city.”