Tears of the Mermaid
Trish did not have long to wait. He didn't arrive the way she thought he would. No, he stole onto the beach like a thief in the night. His steps faltered at first as he rose up from the waves that crashed upon the shore. He quickly found his footing and made his silent way towards the single, solitary figure sitting by the bonfire. Tossing down a bundle of clothes, standing naked he towered over her.
A small gasp escaped her lips and it was not one of pleasure by any means. "What?" he demanded. "Do you not find my form to your pleasing? I seem to remember a time when you thought so."
She turned her face away from him, and in that moment he leaned over, inhaling her scent. His eyes flared in the rapidly darkening dusk, then narrowed as he pulled on his britches, tucking his feet into a stout pair of black leather boots.
"You lied to me; you said there was no human here." The look on his face turned into a snarl. "I can smell the same male on you that I smelled before!"
She scrambled back from her place on the sand in fear. "No! No you are mistaken!"
"Am I?" Aaron bent his knees slightly, grabbing Trish by her slender arms, dragging her up his well-defined chest. He could feel her resistance in the way she went rigid against him. His groin tightened as he drew in her scent again, dragging his nose and lips from the curve of her graceful shoulder, up her slender neck nuzzling just under her ear, whispering, "He was here, but he's not now is he?"
She tensed at his touch turning her face away from him. There was only one man's touch that she relished and his was not it. She had sent Rudy away from the island, and yes, she had summoned Aaron but it was to tell him that his attentions were no longer desired; actually that they never were. Now that he was here, the fear and trepidation she always felt in his presence came flooding back, as did the memory of his last visit when he first suspected that not only was there another man here, but a human at that. She had refused to tell Rudy where the scars had come from.
"I…," she trembled, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Trish you lied to me once and paid a heavy debt for it; don't let us have a repeat of that tonight. You called to me; there must have been a reason, what other could it be than you wanted me."
Heart of the Mermaid
Rudy saw the slightly open door of the bureau and slowly pulled out his sword. He swiftly used it to lever the door open, pointed his pistol at the now open bureau and saw … a woman … collapse out of the small space.
Trembling with rivulets of water running from her long blonde curls and down her body, she looked at him with the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. She tried to cover herself with a dress that she was not wearing at the moment. But her wet body made it cling to her, and it didn’t do much to cover her curvaceous shape.
Rudy certainly didn’t remember her being with the group they had brought to the
. And he absolutely would have remembered her. Americas
Her eyes were wide and frightened, and he tried to change his demeanor to put her at ease. He pushed the hammer forward to uncock the gun, and put it back in its holster slowly. But he did keep his sword out. She was a stowaway after all. “Hello,” he said softly. “What are you doing here?”
He knew he should grab her and turn her over to the captain. But he also knew what might happen if he did. He felt an overwhelming need to make sure that didn’t happen. And he already knew he was in trouble.
Trish tumbled from her hiding place and lay sprawled at the feet of … Oh my … She looked up at a god. He was tall, really tall as he peered down at her, and his skin was brushed with a golden hue. His uniform fit like it was a second skin. She had never had this reaction to a human male … ever.
She trembled and began babbling in the tongue of the Merfolk before she regained her senses and drew the dress up to attempt to cover her nakedness, swallowing hard. Then she said in a soft stuttering whisper, “Please … my l-lord … have mercy on a poor female. I need sanctuary.”
Surprisingly, he sheathed his sword and crouched down next to her. Then something tumbled out of his mouth that she did not expect. “Please don’t refer to me as ‘your lord’.” She shivered as he took off his shirt. Paralyzed, staring at the rippling muscles of this paragon of a male, she was both excited and frightened. Gods, what is he going to do to me? But then, he did the most amazing thing.
He gently placed his shirt over her shoulders and closed it around her.
She could barely comprehend what he was doing. He was so close to her now, when he pulled away she almost gasped.