Micah Blue

By Amarinda Jones

Just as she hurried to the curb, Micah’s felt her ankle give out from under her as her foot hit a rock in the grass.
“Oh crap,” she cursed as she landed hard on her ass, the garbage bin toppling over with her. Micah looked up as she heard the truck door open and close. It was always good to have someone be a part of your embarrassing moments—not.
“Hello, sugar.”
Sugar? Micah squinted at the man mountain coming at her.
“Zorro?” she gasped as he knelt down beside her. The build, the hair, the smile, that smell. She had always wondered why a mask baffled television characters. Now she knew. It was all an illusion of what you wanted to believe. When the mask came off it was reality. “What are you doing here? Are you following me?” Micah realized how silly that sounded even as she said it.
“Yeah, I specifically asked to have the garbage run where a sexy pink-haired woman lived.” Ned smiled at her confusion. “Are you hurt?”
Yep, that was a smile that could have a woman strip off her clothes in a heartbeat.
“Thankfully I have a fat ass.” She mentally slapped herself. Okay, so he was charming and hot. Big deal. It was the best sex of her life. Whatever. He was still a stranger and stranger sex was not supposed to go beyond just that.
“Nah, you don’t have a fat ass, sugar you have a hot ass.”
Micah looked at him. He was trouble with a capital Uh-oh. Tall, hot and lickable. Luckily she was sitting or she would have fallen down. Darkly handsome had its place but boy-next-door auburn hair, shoulders that went on forever and a smile that was pure sex was irresistible to Micah.
“That’s not polite conversation with a stranger.” Hot ass? Hers? She wasn’t sure if she should be more offended or flattered at his words.
“We’re hardly strangers. I was inside you last night as you screamed and begged me to fuck you.”
“Gosh, how romantic you make it sound,” Micah replied cynically as she tried to get up but her ankle refused to cooperate. She looked into the deep brown eyes of the man on his knee before her. They were the sort of eyes that could entice you into doing anything. She felt the moisture pooling between her legs and her heart pounding with possibilities. Get a grip woman.
“You twisted your ankle.”
“You think?” Micah arched her eyebrow at the obviousness of his statement as a sharp pain shot thought her anklebone. “I’ll be right. You go about your business, Zorro.”
“You’ve become my business now.” Ned put one arm under her knees and another around her back.
“What are you doing?” Micah asked in alarm as she felt herself hoisted her into the air. She clutched at his shoulders, reminding herself once more of how she clutched him to her last night. Her fingers trailed into the hair at the back of his neck.
“I am being all gallant and carrying you—and no, you don’t weigh a ton.” He smiled at her surprised look. “Women always worry about their weight. I have no idea why. Real men like curves and you have them to burn, sugar,” Ned told her as he started walking up the driveway to her house. “And I am ticklish so stop that.”
“What?” The pounding of my heart? My hormones jumping for joy at the thought of an incoming penis?
“Playing with my hair.”
“I am not.” Okay she was but she wasn’t about to stop just because he said so. That would look like was following orders which she never did. Besides, she had to put her hands somewhere. Micah looked at his tattoo on his biceps. It was a navy blue snake entwined around a skull. It did not scare her so as much as excite her. There was something sexy about a hard-bodied man with a tattoo. She had not seen his upper half naked last night. The lower half had been breathtaking enough. Micah wondered if he had more artwork.
“You have a tattoo.”
Ned laughed at the obviousness of her words.
“I love smart, sexy women. I have others I’d be happy to show you.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Feb 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465804662

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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Micah Blue

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Copyright© 2012 Amarinda Jones

Cover Artist: Amarinda Jones

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Prologue

She’s about five-foot-nothing and she has this wild deep—I guess you’d call it pink—hair and she told me to piss off. The man sounded disgusted as he gave his report to his boss.

Mellifont laughed at the sound of anger in his henchman’s voice over the telephone. He did not need to see him to know the woman had upset him.

Why did she tell you to piss off? He could not imagine a five-foot-nothing woman challenging the six-foot-four butt-ugly Aran.

She said it was because I was staring at her. Well, you obviously must have been.

I know but I had to make sure she held the sapphire in her hands.

And it glowed? Mellifont needed to know that above all else.

Like fire, Aran answered the sound of awe coloring his voice. Thank Lucifer.

So she’s the one. Mellifont sighed with pleasure. Finally. He could restore what was left of his dwindling power.

It seems that way but…

But what? Buts were not to be tolerated. This was an all-or-nothing venture once proof of identity had been established. Griselda, the seer, had predicted that a woman with pink hair would appear during the week of the blood-red moon at the Riverside Markets seeking information about her future.

You should see her, Mellifont. She’s not what I expected.

Not your type? Everyone in the underworld knew exactly whom Aran chose to mate with, but not everyone could have sex with a two-headed sloth and live.

Oh, you would find her beautiful, Mellifont. Aran assured his master. She is all creamy curves—just the way you like them. But it’s the attitude. She’s a piece of work. He snorted in revulsion. She did not want to take the sapphire even though it was free. She gave Griselda a hell of a time over the reading she gave her.

Rude? No matter. She wasn’t needed for her manners. He needed to source the power within her. Besides Mellifont enjoyed taming wayward, human females.

No, just really set on what she wanted. She almost did not take the jewel as she said she did not like ‘tacky’ jewelry. As for the reading she said it was a load of crap.

Mellifont roared with laughter. He had to meet this woman. But the time had to be right. Due to his present condition he was only powerful at night. During the daylight hours he was invisible and powerless. He needed the essence of this woman to regain his power.

It’s not funny. We have been waiting one hundred and twenty years for the next one and we get Miss Attitude.

I like the sound of her. Mellifont was looking forward to trying the pink-haired goddess.

You will love the taste of her.

Mellifont closed his eyes and remembered the last one of her kind he had tasted. She had been delicious.

What is her name?

Micah Blue.

You’re kidding? Mellifont gripped the razor-thin cell phone so tightly he was in danger of snapping it in two. He knew this was the one.

No, and like her name, her eyes are the color of the jewel, confirmed Aran. Deep blue and fathomless.

Like the color of the sapphire they converted.

We have truly found her. I now need to make her mine forever.

Chapter One

The man’s tongue teased her clit with soft catlike strokes as his hands grasped her butt and lifted her closer to his mouth. He wanted to devour every inch of this luscious woman. Her soft sighs of pleasure inflamed him to take her to a place he knew she had never been before. A place where he needed her to be, in order for him to attain the next level of power. But now was not the time. He had to enslave her to him subtly yet completely so when the moment came she would be powerless to do anything but be with him forever. He would enchain her to him sexually so she would never leave him. Soon he would not have to place a spell on her to make her submit to him. Although he had the magical power to completely overcome her now, he knew his hold on her would not be as intense as a slow surrender.

Oh, God, she whimpered as she clutched desperately at his shoulders as if trying to keep control.

Mellifont smiled as she writhed beneath his mouth. He sucked down hard on her clit and was rewarded by a scream of excitement. This woman was everything he hoped she would be with her sexy pink hair and succulent body.

Please, I need you now, she moaned, as she writhed against the sheets trying to maintain some semblance of control.

His cock was so rigid it was painful. He needed to bury himself inside this woman soon or explode. Mellifont knew he had to take command over the situation or it would take him and that had never happened in the one thousand years he had been alive.

Is your need for me greater than your need to be in control, my dear? He asked in between teasing strokes.

Yes, the woman hissed out between gritted teeth.

So if I fuck you now you will never turn me away again?

The woman bit her lip as if trying not to scream. No, never.

Mellifont smiled. Her words were easily spoken under the influence of the moment. Intense passion made mortals do things they regretted. Would she regret this? He slid his tongue inside the creamy wet opening of her vagina and tasted her essence. If he had not known of her power before, he knew it now. Mellifont had to be careful that he