Cassandra's Dilemma (MFM)
Forbidden Legacy

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

Cassie stared into his eyes, challenging, searching, and laughing in the same breath. She knew better than to look into his eyes. She knew she should look away. She knew. But she didn’t do it. Her pulse pounded, the hooves of a wild horse stampeding out of control. “Do you actually have clothes for me, and do they have a shower here?” The tight, newly healed skin itched. Cassie knew she still looked a mess, but she also knew the Brownie from the night before had been quite thorough in her healing.

Emotions chased themselves across his features like clouds on a blustery day. “They do. But you might want to wait until you are home. The police have arrived.” Helcyon cocked his head toward the door, and Cassie sighed. She’d hoped to escape from the hospital and the possibility of interrogation today. The deadline loomed urgently at her, tugging her from inactivity in the hospital bed.

Jerking her gaze away, Cassie ignored the lurch of vertigo and the warm hand that flattened against her abdomen, burning through the thin cotton of the hospital gown. “I want to be dressed before they get in here.”

Helcyon must have been swayed by the determination in her voice, because he acquiesced. In a few short seconds, he stripped her from the hospital gown. One hard-muscled arm held her around her waist as he reached for a duffel bag she’d failed to notice. He dropped it on the bed and then turned her so that he could brace Cassie’s weight against the length of his body. His manner was clinical, but her heat licked along her flesh everywhere his body touched hers.

Cassie knew she should object to being dressed, but despite the warmth of his hands and the thick muscle she could feel against her back, he betrayed a disturbing lack of interest in her nudity. 

Really, Cass? Really? You have a crime to solve, a Danae to please, and you’re nervous enough about being naked with him, and you’re going to be upset that he isn’t noticing that you’re naked? 

Rolling her eyes at the lust in her thoughts, Cassie focused on the possibilities of an interrogation. Homeland Security was the most likely candidate, but it could be Chicago PD. Whoever it was—they were going to have questions. Questions she wouldn’t have answers to and questions she couldn’t answer due to professional confidentiality. Beyond the interrogation was the nagging worry about the investigation. 

Where was she supposed to start?

His hands glided over her hips, smoothing the simple white blouse over the dove-gray trousers. The man, no, not man, the Elf, was gifted. He finger combed her hair as three firm knocks struck the hospital door. 

“Ready?” Helcyon breathed the words against her ear.

“Do I still look hurt?”

“Yes. The glamour will hold. Just remember you are bruised, battered, and burned.”

“Bruised. Battered. Burned. Got it. No matter what happens, let me do the talking.”

Helcyon paused, considering her words, and stroked his knuckles along her cheek. “As you wish.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Desire rocketed through her at the first caress of his lips. His tongue plundered her mouth, pushing deeper until it danced with hers. Her fingers convulsed on his shoulders as his will showered through her. The force of his kiss vibrated in her pussy, and she was slick and warm, ready for him.

His hands threaded through her hair, pulling loose tangles and debris until the mass spilled over her shoulders and framed her face. He pulled back, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue.

“Beautiful, Cassandra.” He spoke the words with exquisite reverence, and despite her disheveled, waterlogged appearance, she believed him.

His mouth closed on hers again, slanting over her lips again and again, the angle of every kiss taking him deeper into her mouth. His fingers brushed down her front and began to peel the wet clothes from her, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples against the scrap of lace that remained of her bra.

When he released her lips, she tilted her head back, and his mouth traced a loving path down her collarbone to her breast, and then his lips closed on a turgid nipple and he sucked, pulling the power he’d showered her in through her in a rush.

Her pussy clenched, slick and damp with cream. She writhed, but his hands firmed on her, holding her still as the connection expanded and he suckled, all swirling tongue and grazing teeth before allowing her a respite.

The bra snapped off, and she let it roll down her arms to vanish. He gave her a tiny push, easing her down against the warm velvet of the cover blanketing the bed. Her wandering gaze latched on the crisscrossing beams overhead and the odd pair of hooks inserted into one beam.

Her curiosity snuffed when he stripped away her bottoms, leaving her bare and spread legged beneath him. Helcyon stood between her open legs, long black hair pushed back from his face, an elegant marble of godhood.

“I promised you we would be lovers, Cassandra.” His words eased through her, thrusting deep to her core as his fingers trailed over the curls nestling around her pussy.

“You did,” she managed, barely able to work the words around the breath rushing through her lungs. She couldn’t think.

“You will watch me,” he ordered, and she fixed her gaze on his, heart thumping. She didn’t want to look anywhere else. He shed his clothes with such speed that she could barely process he was taking them off before she was staring at him. He was so beautiful. His long legs, powerful torso, and strong arms were sculpted, rock-hard muscle. Everything about him was cut and tapered, like the finest-honed steel, and his enormous cock jutted toward her.

Her mouth watered. She’d loved sucking the head of his cock that morning in her bed. She’d tasted the sweet power of his cum as he filled her, and now his cock angled toward her dripping pussy and she ached from wanting.

“Nothing will be between us,” he reminded her, sliding forward, his hands bracing her hips as he rubbed his cock along the length of her slit. The gorgeous head stroked her clit and she arched up, an orgasm exploding through her as he thrust along her clit.

“Helcyon.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own as she fought to keep her eyes open, gazing up at his knowing smile, his body pushing against hers until he drew back, and when she would have sobbed, his cock parted her lips and thrust in short bursts, trying to work his way into her incredibly tight pussy.

She arched back and froze at the sight of Jacob’s head looming over her. His dark eyes searched hers, and she reached out a hand, hips arching to meet Helcyon’s lusty cock, driving so deep his balls slapped against her ass.

She thought he would turn away, but Jacob dropped to his knees and his mouth found hers, his hands gliding over her breasts, and then his fingers caught her damp nipples and tugged lightly. The world split apart as Helcyon’s pace increased, spreading her legs apart and hooking her ankles up to his shoulders.