The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Blue

I loved swimming, and it was when I was swimming that I nearly regretted my decision of leaving my world. I felt guilty for even having these thoughts because I loved Hunter, I really did, I just wished there was a way I could be part of both.

When Hunter had bought this house, he’d made sure the house had a large pool, and deep enough on one side that I could swim to my heart’s content. When I missed being back in the ocean, I took a dip into the pool.

My body was floating over the surface when I heard footsteps and a presence. I turned to see my handsome husband standing over the pool, watching me with lust-filled eyes.

He smiled, “Hey.”

Even though he was smiling, I could tell he was holding something back. His thoughts were almost somewhere else but he wouldn’t tell me where. I wanted to know what was bothering him.

My tail plopped into the water. I wasn’t embarrassed now, I mean, I’d married the man knowing I could be myself around him. It was just instinct that I usually kept the tail hidden. “Hi.” I greeted him.

He took off his shoes and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. His trousers went next until there was a heap of garments on the floor. “Mind if I joined you?”

“I don’t mind.”

He dived into the pool, the water splashed up. All of a sudden, I felt his hands on my scales and I almost stopped breathing. It wasn’t the first time that Hunter had seen me in a full mermaid’s form but it just made me anxious to have his eyes trailing my every move and I knew he was doing just that. I could see a mass of golden-brown hair from my vantage point. His head was bobbing underwater and finally, he came up so his head was leveled with mine. It also didn’t help that from waist down I was taller than him. My enormous scaled fish-tail trailed way past his legs. The silver moonlight illuminated the pool, making it seem like a mini ocean.

His hands circled around my waist and he pulled me roughly against himself. He swept his hair back from his face, cupped my chin and brought his mouth crashing against mine. He moaned into my mouth as I deepened the kiss, and I was consciously aware of his fingers working against the strings of my swimsuit.

He flung the top away with one swift motion and both his hands covered my breasts. I broke the kiss and his silver eyes searched mine.

“What happened?” He asked, “Don’t want me to touch you?”

I laughed, “I want you to, it’s just that we’ve never done this before…I mean, when I’m in my mermaid form.”

“There’s always a first.” He gave me a wicked smile. “Honestly, I’ve dreamed every night of doing this to you when you’re a mermaid, I just didn’t know if you would allow me. I want to hold you.”

That just made me remember of Hunter’s painting of me, where I was naked and he’d drawn me in a mermaid form lying on his bed. Until now, I’d never known the extent to which Hunter truly loved me, but he had accepted me in every form. He loved me more when I was the real me.

“Would you let me, Blue?” He asked me in his husky voice. He caught my bottom lip in his teeth. “You’re beautiful in every shape and form. Would you let me love you like this?”

His gaze turned fierce, those silver eyes diluted to a darker shade.

“Do you want to see magic?” I whispered to him.

“What magic?” He asked, perplexed.

“Close your eyes,” I said excitedly.

“No games. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

laughed, “Just do

amused but he closed

“Give me your hands.”

scaring me a little.” He chuckled nervously but placed

this part of my husband, how he’d

open your eyes until I

gave me a

remember the spell in Greek. I chanted them, holding his

care if I had to

power from the

around us bubbled as

happening?” I heard

down from my nose. And

your eyes now,

gasped. I couldn’t

hadn’t expected

covered in blue-gray scales. His face had the same scales and his silver eyes had a dark ring to it, a

down to make

tail

a merman, look,” I pointed at

at himself in shock.

I assured

exclaimed and

freed from everything. It was quite liberating and he probably felt the same way. I was glad I could share that with him. I joined him at the deepest end; he didn’t

“káne mou érota.”

Make love to me.

sensing what I’d asked for. His large hands dipped below, just shy of my waist, and

when I’d been bare

to him as a

you’d think I would break with just the slightest pressure. He ran his tongue over the reddened bud and proceeded to give the same

wet hair, “I’se o’ti kali’tero

he was still so handsome—broad and muscled, he could put any merman in my world

made love to a merman but I knew what it entailed, and most husbands just focused on the aspect of procreation rather than pleasuring one’s wife so I knew without a doubt that what I

be husband and wife in

me continued to

turn a human into a merman through mermaid magic, I wasn’t allowed to use it outside of our world and

“se thélo.”I want you.

doing this, but my traitor mind and body wouldn’t ask him to stop. Whatever it was I’d deal