Soul Of A Man (9 page)

“I think I’m going to enjoy a few things about being human.”

Jericho laughed at her obvious enjoyment of the snacks. She even imitated him by putting her feet up on the small table before them, sinking back in a comfortable position on the old couch. He slid closer to her on the couch, letting his thigh brush against her softer one.

“What would you be doing if you were at home?”

“I would be riding or working. I often rode when I was bored, or watched the sky. My sisters each had their own pursuits. Zerina attends births, she loved walking; she would disappear several times only to come back with tales of lands she would go exploring. Broni loves to fight. She would watch past battles and replay them over and over again. She spends a lot of time exercising her body into exhaustion.”

“You had no interests to keep you occupied?”

“No, not really.” A small blush colored her cheeks.

“What?”

“I would often watch and play with the servants’ children.”

Jericho had seen the images of her playing with the children when Grimm had touched him. She had been running in a green field with the children chasing behind her. She had looked beautiful, from the few seconds he could remember, with her long, black hair flying around her face and her laughter filling his mind.

“I love children.” A soft look entered her eyes as wishful dreams swirled within.

Jericho had seen that look before on other women’s faces, so he did the only thing any normal, single, red-blooded male would do. He changed the subject by flipping the television channel until he found what he was looking for to distract her. A blood-chilling scream filled the room as a monster chased a man across the screen.

EWW! Cara was enthralled. She didn’t take her eyes off the television as the horror movie became even more gruesome. Jericho was surprised she didn’t cringe away and shudder at the massacre taking place. Instead, she was absorbed and started yelling suggestions at hiding places for the hapless victims. Jericho could not help laughing at her antics.

“Would you like another beer?” She nodded without taking her eyes off the movie. When he was in the kitchen, he put a pizza in the oven for later.

They sat for several hours, silently watching television and eating pizza. Cara was enjoying herself and so was Jericho.

“What are you smiling about?” Cara looked at him, seeing the smile. It was the first genuine one she had seen on his stern face.

“Nothing really, I was just thinking that this is a typical date for mortals then I realized it was a first for me also.”

“You never sat and had a movie date before?”

“No, I had other things on my mind,” Jericho confessed wryly.

“Such as?”

Jericho simply lifted a brow at her question.

“And you are not interested in me that way?”

“I definitely wouldn’t say that.” Jericho reached out and touched her creamy cheek, thinking that it could not possibly be as soft as it looked. He was wrong; it was like touching a piece of Heaven.

He knew this was a terrible idea, tried to draw back, but it was as if an irresistible force drew him towards her. He had never felt this way before and that in itself made his stomach clench in fear.

Determined, he forced himself away from her. He would have succeeded if he hadn’t looked into her eyes. She wanted him. He knew what that look meant and it had been a long time since he had a woman underneath him. He swore to himself that she wouldn’t be any different than any other woman he had taken to his bed. As long as she played by his rules, there was no reason they could not have an enjoyable time together. His reasoning took away the last of his restraint.

Cara sat still as Jericho slowly reached out and traced her lips with a gentle finger. His touch made her stomach clench with a feeling she had never felt before. When his lips replaced his finger, she enjoyed the feel of his firm lips against hers. She was surprised at the gentleness he showed as he pulled her closer into his body at the same time as his tongue parted her lips and showed her what a real kiss was; compared to ones she had only been able to imagine.

Her mother had been overly strict, and with a Saint for a father, she had been given no opportunity to have a sexual relationship.

Jericho took control; it was as if he knew her inexperience and took his time building her desire. He was patient.

When Jericho felt her body soften, and she began to timidly return his kisses, he let his lips trail down to her neck. He showed her how her body could shake in need when he reached her breasts. She hadn’t even felt him opening the buttons until he pulled the cups of her bra down and took her nipple into his mouth. There was not a hesitant bone in Jericho’s body.

Cara let out a small scream at the unbelievable pleasure. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs. She clenched them together, trying to regain her shattering control.

Jericho’s hand slid down her taut stomach and when he reached out to unbutton her blue jeans. Cara reached out to stop him, shy that he would find how wet she was for him. His lips left her nipple to return to her mouth, his tongue thrusting deep at the same time his hand slid inside her jeans, finding the wetness she had tried to control.

Her embarrassment slid away as his fingers began moving within her folds of silky flesh, coaxing her to move urgently against his hand. The heat building within her flew out of control. Cara felt her breath catch and her body tightened in a spasm that relieved the pressure he had built carefully within her inexperienced body.

“What happened?” she whispered in utter bliss.

“You came.”

“Oh. Is there more?”

“Yes, if you want me to.”

“Show me.”

“Are you sure?”

Cara nodded her head eagerly.

He removed her clothes, and when she was naked, he pushed her back until she was lying on the couch. His lips once again covered her nipple and his hand slid up her thigh, moving it until she was spread open to him. His lips traveled down her stomach, slowing as he placed gentle kisses on his path downwards.

When he nuzzled the curling hair between her thighs, she attempted to twist away, but his hands tightened on her small waist, holding her still as he found her wetness. His tongue discovered every slick fold and hidden crevice, making her burn even hotter, while her hands gripped the material of the couch to prevent herself from burying her hands in his hair to pull him closer. Jericho pulled and tugged at her with his tongue, creating suction with his lips that had her butt lifting off the couch, grinding herself against his tormenting mouth.

When his finger slid inside her, her inner muscles clenched, forcing him to withdraw and lubricate his fingers with her slippery moisture before once again sliding inside of her, easing through the tight sheath purposefully. With every twitch of her hips, his finger slid deeper until he withdrew it once again only to replace it with two fingers. When he was able to easily slide his fingers within her, he sat back on the couch. The cold air-cooled her heated flesh, bringing a moment of clear-headedness.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He was making sure she knew what she was doing. She had drunk several beers and her first orgasm had swept her away. He wanted no recriminations thrown his way later.

Cara looked at Jericho. She knew he was giving her a chance to change her mind, yet Cara knew she wasn’t going to. The color of his soul seemed to mock her decision, but she wanted him. Her body even now craved for his touch to return.

“Yes.” Her voice was firm.

“Then come here.” Jericho stood.

Cara thought he would take her into his bedroom. Instead, he unsnapped his jeans and removed them. Next, he pulled his shirt over his head before sitting back down on the couch then he pulled her until she was sitting astride him. He leaned forward and gave her his mouth. She loved his kisses; they made her hot and achy.

She rubbed her bare breasts against his chest as Jericho gripped her hips and lifted her slightly until his penis nestled at her wet entrance. Slowly, he pulled her down onto him, entering her inch by inch. Cara winced as the tight tissues fought his strokes.

Jericho’s lips left hers to take a nipple in his mouth. Gently, he suckled and nibbled until Cara felt a rush of liquid flowing from her cunt, allowing him to push the head of his cock passed her tight entrance. He held Cara above him with hard hands that controlled each tiny movement of his cock.

When he felt her hymen, he wasn’t surprised. Grimm had shown him flashes of Cara’s life and a lover had not been among them. He moved to her other breast, making her squirm harder against him. When he broke through her hymen she moaned in pain, but he gave her a moment to adjust before he removed his hands and let her weight force her down on his massive length.

Cara moaned in pain again, quickly using her knees to catch the brunt of her weight. She pulled herself up until only a few inches off his hard length remained inside her tight depths.

His hand cupped her cunt, his thumb working her until moisture gushed and her muscles relaxed around his cock. Jericho crooned to her in a soft voice, easing her anxiety as he sat completely still, letting Cara set her own pace.

Afraid that the pain would return, Cara began to move up and down his cock, at first going slow and awkward, however within minutes, her knees gripped his hips and she moved faster and faster. She never allowed him to enter her more than halfway, catching her weight before she took him full length. Jericho didn’t mind, he was inside her and he was about to come. It would have been cock heaven if she could have taken his size, but she was still giving him pleasure. Even women who had been sexually active had trouble with his size, so he had known Cara would be unable to take his dick without too much pain.

Cara felt as if she was once again in the clouds as she moved faster and faster above him, sliding up and down his slick length. Her cunt burned at the sensation of having something so huge shoved inside the tight confines. The feelings grew until she could no longer hold onto her response. She barely caught herself from letting her weight fall down on his penis and only the pain of his first entrance gave her enough control to hold her body above his as another, harder orgasm shook her body. As she rode the orgasm, she felt Jericho spasm inside of her and knew he had also come. With a groan, her head fell forward and lay on his chest.

Jericho allowed her a few seconds to catch her breath before gripping her hips and lifting her off him to lie on the couch next to him. She was still shuddering as he casually bent over her and brushed her breast with a steady hand. A satisfied smile curved his lips when her nipple hardened and her hips lifted toward him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Cara nodded happily. Jericho nodded before getting up and getting redressed. When he was done, he bent over, picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

“You might want to take a hot shower; it will help with the soreness.” Cara blushed as she raised herself into a sitting position and then frowned as he started gathering dishes and empty bottles.

“I will.” She watched as he carried everything to the kitchen.

She then dressed as she heard running water, knowing he was doing the dishes. Cara was unsure of what to do, having never been in this position before. When Jericho reentered the room, she was still sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had royal blood in her veins and too much pride in herself to hide herself away in her room.

“I thought you were going to take a shower.”

“I was hoping you might like to take one with me.” Cara gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile, but having never given one before, she could not be sure.

“No, thanks, I have one in my room. I think I’ll go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Jericho...”

“Don’t do this, Cara.”

“Do what?”

“Have a postmortem of what happened.”

“I don’t understand.” Cara tried not to be hurt at his attitude, but it was really hard when he was staring at her with such cold eyes.

“What’s to understand? We had sex. It’s over now, so like all men, I would like to go to sleep.”

“Alone?”

“Yes, alone. I don’t share my bed with anyone.”

“Why?”

“Look, Cara, I really don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I didn’t want anything except sex. Now that the need has been taken care of, I’d like to go to bed.”

Before he could continue on, Cara interrupted him. “So you got what you wanted, now you’re done with me?” Desperately, Cara tried to keep the anger out of her voice.

“You’re sounding more like a mortal woman by the minute. Cara, I gave you a good first time, and I made damn sure you got what you wanted. Something you can remember, hopefully with pleasure. But do I want to make it permanent or have sex with you again? The answer is no.”

This time she couldn’t keep the hurt out of her face. “Was I that bad?”

Cara was sure that people heard his sigh in town. “No, you weren’t bad, just inexperienced. I prefer to have more experienced women.” His voice took on a hard tone. “As soon as there is a room free at the hotel, I’ll take you into town.” He then turned to leave the room.

Cara was so angry she wanted to yell at him and storm out of the cabin, but she knew it was unrealistic. It was dark and late. She had never been stupid and didn’t see any reason to start now, and that meant letting Jericho know she was no pushover.

“Just give me a ride into town in the morning. I’ll find a place to stay. I don’t need your help.”

“Now you’re just being plain silly. You’re letting your hurt pride get the better of you.”

“Don’t speak to me as if I’m a child. I’ll have you know that I am quite a bit older than you.”

“How much older?”

Cara had boxed herself in on that one, but she had every intention of being honest... kind of. “That would be hard to describe as time passes differently for immortals.”

“Cut the bullshit.”

Cara tried one more time to hold on to her temper, but his coldness was making it hard. He had stopped, gave her the choice and had made not one promise. The whole time they’d had sex, Jericho had never lost control. Even when he had climaxed, his facial expression never changed. It was her who had wanted and expected more from him. It was not Jericho’s fault, but she was still pissed. Her body was still achy as if she had missed something.