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

amused but he

“Give me your hands.”

He chuckled nervously but

adored this part of my husband, how

open your eyes

gave me

while to remember the spell in Greek. I chanted them, holding his roughish hand in mine. I’d always dreamed

I had to

continued, summoning power from

the water the pool around us

I heard

blood trickled down from my nose.

your eyes

gasped.

expected

upper body were covered in blue-gray scales. His face had the same scales and his silver eyes

down to make

tail was

a merman, look,” I

stared at himself

temporary,” I assured

and dipped

understand his feelings. Being a mermaid was like being 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 need to come up for air to breathe. Becoming a merman, he could now read

“káne mou érota.”

Make love to me.

into the kiss, not understanding my words in Greek but sensing what I’d asked for. His large hands dipped below, just shy of my waist, and then touched

so intimately. I’d never thought much when I’d been bare to him in human form, but this…it

him as a mermaid

until the nipple turned hard, and he held me with such care, you’d think I would break with just the slightest pressure. He ran his tongue over the

“I’se o’ti kali’tero mou e’hi simvi’” You’re

form, he was still so handsome—broad and muscled, he

a mermaid, I’d never 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

going to be husband and wife in the

inside me continued to

wasn’t allowed to do what I’d done—to turn a human into a merman through mermaid magic, I wasn’t allowed to use it outside of our world

“se thélo.”I want you.

but my traitor mind and body wouldn’t ask him to stop. Whatever