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"Cell phone." Jacen held his hand out for it, waving his fingers impatiently.
"Why do you want my phone?" London clutched it against her.
"To ensure you didn't take pictures or video of what you saw."
London frowned at him, but finally relinquished the silver sequin-encased device. He promptly strode over to his nightstand and dropped it in a full glass of water.
"Hey!" London lunged for her phone, but Jacen caught her, holding her back against his chest as she struggled against him. Her ass pressed against his groin and the more she wiggled, the more his body became aware of her.
"Stop squirming. I'm ensuring our protection from exposure."
"Get off me!"
Jacen let her go, and she whirled around, brows furrowed as she made a great show of straightening wrinkles in her tank top. She obviously wasn't aware it only brought her breasts back to his attention.
"There was nothing on my phone because I didn't even think to take pictures with it. My eyes are up here, mister." She gestured at her face.
"I know where your eyes are." Jacen was temporarily mesmerized by the way her nipples had hardened beneath the thin cotton before his eyes. She also hadn't worn a bra. "Wasn't looking there though."
"Stop it."
"Stop what, being a satyr? It's a curse. One which befell me for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, since you found me out as the lascivious beast I am, I'm just going to leer at you creepily to uphold the stereotype." He paused. "Try not to take offense."
London crossed her arms, breaking the trance. He glimpsed her blank expression.
"You've failed. You look offended."
"You are so weird."
Jacen considered the criticism. "I've heard worse."
"What will you do to me?" It came out as a mere whisper. Jacen knew what he wanted to do to her, but vocalizing them wasn't the best course of reassurance. Not when their secret was exposed, and Calix and Orestes had been toying with her in the hallway.
"No one will hurt you, London. You're safe here."
"You aren't going to wipe me like Beatrice?"
"Wipe...?"
"I heard one of them say they needed to wipe her because she was getting out of hand. What if they decide I'm out of hand?"
Jacen looked around for some kind of support from the thin air, but he was on his own. "Sit." He motioned toward the bed.
"There? On your bed?"
"It won't swallow you. Sit down."
Jacen paced as he thought of how to explain the circumstances of keeping them out of the public eye. Unfortunately, Beatrice was getting out of hand. This wasn't the first time she'd abandoned her post for sex within the past week, which meant they would have to wipe her memories and hire a new receptionist before the situation escalated further.
"It's really unnerving when you do that?" London muttered, eyeing his hooves as she sat down.
"What is? Walking?"
"You have demon feet."
"Your second toe is longer than your big toe, so maybe you have monkey feet." Jacen regretted the response instantly, but London merely chewed on a fingernail and peered down at her bare toes. She wiggled them.
"I do pick things up with my toes from time to time..."
Gods, but she was adorable. "Oh, like what?"
London shrugged. "Stuff."
"I don't really think you have monkey feet."
"I know." She began kicking her right foot back and forth against the bed. When she looked up at him, her cheeks were pinker than before. "Sorry I said you have demon feet, but...hooves..." She motioned at them with both hands.
"Don't worry about it. As I said, I've heard much worse."
"Not from Beatrice." It hadn't been a question.
Jacen rubbed the back of his neck. "Beatrice has been here about five years now. Too long actually. We have to change out our human staff frequently or they start behaving like her."
"Like a ho?"
"It's not her fault," he said and London looked abashed. "Satyrs can't be around people if we go without sex too long, we get...well, we aren't ourselves. And human women aren't meant to have frequent intimate encounters with us. The curse was meant to repel women with our appearance, not attract. She's been around us so long that it's affecting her. She starts craving us like we crave sex."
"Your employees have become dependent on sex with you?" She wrinkled her nose.
"I hate it, but it seems that way. I generally avoid our human staff as much as necessary, or include Calix and Orestes when the need becomes too strong. It feels less personal in a group."
London's eyes widened. "In...include? Are you going to share me with all of them? Your own brothers?" Her voice climbed in pitch until the last word was nearly a shriek.
"We aren't related; being brothers is a cover story. And they're not touching you. I hadn't intended to share you at all."
"But...you intended on having sex with me?"
Jacen clenched his fists, wanting badly to kiss her. To show her how much he wanted her. Her fear was mostly gone, and he didn't want to give her a reason for it to return. But he found he had no control around her.
"I planned to swoop into your room with breakfast and dazzle you with my charming personality. Afterward, I would gain your trust and admiration and then treat you to lunch wherever you wanted to go. And when we came back to the inn, I was going to ravish you until your toes curled against my skin and you screamed my name so loud the windows cracked."
London visibly gulped and looked away. A line formed on her forehead as she contemplated how to respond to his confession. She stood, squaring her shoulders." What happens when you wipe Beatrice?"
"London..."
"What happens? I assume the same will be done to me, so I deserve to know what I am getting myself into."
He turned and retrieved his panpipes from the same table his glass of water was on. Seven reeds were bound together by leather. They varied in size, arranged from smallest to largest. He'd been playing earlier to pass the time until he could see London again. Instead, he'd accidently drawn her down to him while thinking about her. "We play her a tune, and her every encounter with us becomes a dream in her mind. She will remember some, but dismiss it. She will believe she quit her job because she couldn't stop fantasizing about her bosses and needed a change."
"Robbing her of her memories? You create illusions and lies."
"It would make it impossible for her to turn to mortal men again if we didn't, they would all be lacking. And if she leaves here and tells the world we exist, where will we go? The forests of the world are getting smaller every day. We don't even know where the rest of our kind is, not for sure."
"Were you going to erase my mind after you had mind-blowing sex with me?"
"You would only see me as a human, a weekend fling. There was no need, unless you came back wanting more than I could give you, and I could only give you two days."
"But now?"
"You saw what we are. It's not me I'm protecting. Calix, Orestes, and Vander are the only family I have left. I will protect them at whatever cost." Even if it breaks my heart to do it.
"And what is the cost? I don't want you to steal my memories, Jacen."
"I won't have a choice. You'll remember it all as a dream, and then tomorrow you can tell me about it at lunch. We'll laugh at the absurdity of satyrs and then still have the mind-blowing sex I promised." But it would be stale. As much of an illusion as his human form. It would contaminate the whole experience with deception.
London's eyes glittered with unshed tears as she crossed the room, stopping in front of him. "But if you do, you'll never know what would've happened if I accepted you as you are."
Before Jacen had a chance to comprehend the meaning of her words, London kissed him.
***
The terrycloth of the robe was soft and warm in her hands, but his mouth was hot, molten. London rejoiced when his shock melted into passion. Jacen wrapped his arms around her body, gripping her ass and squeezing as she allowed her tongue to mate with his. He tasted like ginger and sin, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Jacen pulled away, opening his mouth to question, but London wouldn't have it. If he wanted to erase her memory, he would have a damned hard time trying. She would hold him to his definition of mind-blowing, because she wanted this night scorched into her brain to where no magic could remove it. She wanted to remember wanting him for all he was and not the image he chose for her. If anything was being taken from her, she'd make damned sure it was worth it.
London yanked the front of the robe to the sides, exposing his naked body to her gaze. The tie held the garment in place around his waist, but a quick tug and that was gone too. He was magnificent. The classical artists made a mockery of satyrs in their glory. This wasn't a half-goat, little cherub-faced creature with modestly petite genitals. No. But other than the hooves, the horns, and the thicker leg hair on the bottom half of his legs, he was all man. All hard lines and rough edges. His dick was fierce, and London bet he would be too when uninhibited.
"No fair keeping your clothes on." He reached for her top, but London wagged her finger at him.
"Not yet. My memory's the one being erased; I choose the way this goes. Drop the robe."
Jacen untangled his arms from the robe and tossed it behind him.
"You know, the artwork in my room upstairs? I've seen it before in Art History." While she spoke, Jacen stalked her, herding her toward his bed. "Everyone always assumes the nymphs were pushing him into the cold water to punish him for watching them bathe."
The back of her thighs hit the mattress, but she wouldn't let him take this moment from her. She stood tall. "You know what I think?" she whispered in his ear as he leaned over her, attempting to cage her between him and the bed. "I think they were dragging him off to have their wicked way with him." London grabbed her satyr by the horns and yanked his head down for another kiss. She couldn't tell if he'd picked her up against him or if she'd climbed him like a tree, but either way her legs were around him before her back ever touched the mattress.
Jacen trailed kisses down the side of London's neck, stopping to explore a spot that made her body tremble at the brush of his lips. He licked it there again, chuckling when she spasmed beneath him from only a touch. She still had his horns in her grip, clinging for dear life to keep his lips on her body. The horns were cool to the touch, but hard and strong.
"Rip my clothes off. Rip them and take me like I'm some maiden who has trespassed in your forest."
Jacen groaned against her neck and sat back to stare down at her. She released his horns as he ripped the holy fuck out of her cami. The chilled air hit her nipples, making them nearly painful from her arousal. His nostrils flared, and he took his sweet time licking and fondling her breasts, making London moan from the exquisite sensations. She wriggled against his groin and enjoyed the way his breathing hitched against her. Somehow she knew his control was barely in check. She wanted him to break loose with her. To give her everything he was holding back. If she would think she had dreamt this night, she might as well ensure the fantasy was as erotic as possible.
"The bottoms. Don't neglect the bottoms." London rejoiced at the sound of ripping cotton, and her body responded by getting wetter between her legs. She arched against him, impatient.
"Oh, I won't neglect any bottoms." Jacen sat up again and lifted her leg to remove the rag her pajama shorts had become and swatted her butt cheek. London gasped.
"You spanked me!"
Jacen ripped her panties and flipped her over to her stomach. He smacked her ass again, making the same spot sting before kneading the flesh there. He leaned over her so he could whisper, "You've been naughty...bossing a satyr around." He tsked, and gave her another swat, this time the other cheek. "Methinks the fair maid needs to learn her lesson."
"Do your worst!" She cried and it earned her another swat, and then a squeeze. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed by it. Was it possible to be overly aroused?
"You will rue the day, maiden."
London's giggles were cut short when Jacen moved his right hand between her thighs, his palm sliding against the part of her aching for his touch. He ran his left hand up the length of her back, stopping at the base of her neck. Jacen lifted her by her pelvis, rubbing his fingers against her in the most delicious manner and causing her legs to tremble. With his other hand he ensured she kept her head against the mattress. She tried to arch against his hand, but he nipped her backside in a silent command to stay still. He'd taken her up on her knees at the very end of the bed, with her legs spread apart, but wouldn't allow her to rise on her hands. He stood beside the bed, admiring her that way.
"I'm going to stop holding you down. Behave."
She turned her head to tell him she'd behave when he did, but stopped short when she felt Jacen's tongue slide between her folds, sinking as deep as it would go.
Oh, Sweet Jesus!
London's hands clenched the sheets as his tongue assaulted her. Penetrating, retreating, sweeping down to pass over and around her clit and repeating until she was whimpering and writhing. London felt more exposed than ever in her life. In this position, the blunted tips of his ram horns pressed against the backs of her thighs. She should be repulsed, but she wasn't.
She loved every second of it.
When London was on the brink, a jolt of pleasure coursed through her that was so intense she was sure she'd explode into a million pieces. Except, instead of finishing her off, Jacen backed away. The mattress shifted as he kneeled behind her, and then he placed a hand on her hip. He rubbed his cock against her, lubricating himself on the moisture he'd wrought from her moments before.
"I was so close!" Her voice didn't sound like her own; it had been raspy and breathless.
"I know." Jacen probed her opening with the tip of his shaft. "I wanted to feel you come around me as I push inside for the first time."
She shuddered. "I lied, you know." Jacen stilled behind her. "I'm no longer a tender maiden. I haven't been in years."
"I'm really glad to hear you say that." He pushed a fraction of an inch inside, using both hands to hold her still as she attempted to shove herself backward. She wanted all of him.
"Why does that make you glad?"
"Because this is going to be a rough ride."
Jacen pushed all the way in, and true to his word her muscles contracted around him instantly. He pulled halfway out and pushed in again, thrusting his hips while not allowing hers to move. He pushed her shoulders back into the mattress as she attempted to raise onto her hands to meet him stroke for stroke. The position he wanted her in allowed him to go in deep, and the friction drew her orgasm out longer than she thought was humanly possible.
Her post-orgasm flesh was extra sensitive, and the continuing thrusts—all the way in, half out, back to the hilt again—felt painfully good. Tears from blissful rapture formed in the corners of her eyes. She was lost, so lost, in the sensation that she barely registered her moans were half sobs. She didn't know if she could take much more, but she wanted it. She wanted it all.
London clawed the sheets, powerless as he drove on. Could she die from pleasure?
Then Jacen slid one of his hands over her hip and down her stomach, and when he rubbed her over-sensitized clit, she screamed—actually screamed—his name as she came a second time. Her body bucked and writhed, and she felt it then, the tensing in his body, right before hot jets of his semen filled her and they were both panting and coming back to Earth.
London sucked in a breath as Jacen pulled out of her. They lay on their sides, face to face, and he smiled smugly as he ran his knuckles across the fevered skin of London's hip. She closed her eyes, totally content for the moment.
"You aren't tapping out yet are you?"
Her eyes snapped open. He couldn't possibly be ready for more. Men didn't...they couldn't...she wouldn't be able to handle it!
Opening her mouth to protest, she was answered by his kiss. Her body tingled with awareness, knowing then what it hadn't known before: the glorious sex drive of a satyr. How could any woman ever willingly give this up? They weren't given the choice.
Jacen rolled onto his back and pulled her across him. He was hard again, and he stretched languidly. "I know you're probably thinking you couldn't possibly be up for more, but you will be. Ride me. Start slowly and let the need carry you the rest of the way."
How could she resist? It took her a few tries to find the right leverage, but soon she was lowering herself onto him. She moved painfully slowly, as the tenderness of her body had not yet faded. London enjoyed the way his fists clenched the sheets as hers had not long before. Was he doing it from the pleasure, or was he leashing the beast of himself from picking up the pace?
Before long her speed grew frantic, and her legs were weak from pleasure, making it difficult for London to keep the control in her court. As though he sensed her difficulties, Jacen sat up with her, and rolled her onto her back, taking control of the act. He kissed her as she came and followed her into ecstasy.