Squeeze Your Heart: This Realm Called Earth, #1

By Marie Krepps

It has been over a year since Melissa was divorced and she is ready for some fun in her life. As a single mother in a world where "others" are living amongst humans, she needs a distraction. Dating is too tedious, so Melissa decides it would be amusing to have some one-night stands. The problem is, her first such encounter is with a man whom she can't seem to get off her mind.

As fate has them running into each other time and time again, Melissa has to decide if she is ready for another serious relationship with a man who seems to be falling for her. But is he ready for her family secret that puts a target on her bloodline's back? Is she ready to learn his own secret?

• Language: English
• Publisher: naturechild02
• Release date: Apr 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224601752

Marie Krepps

A mother of four, I live in small town North Carolina and I enjoy writing adult novels of varying fiction genres including horror, contemporary romance, science fiction, erotica, fantasy, and paranormal romance. Music is a huge part of my life. It truly inspires me to write and there is always a song in my head and in my heart. Dreams also influence my work tremendously. If I'm not writing an exciting story, I am certainly reading one! I like to escape in books to worlds beyond reality, and create my own worlds as well. I'm a serious movie buff and I love a good fantasy, horror or sci-fi film! In my spare time, I love watching anime, sewing costumes, gaming, and taking pictures.

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WARNING:

This book contains explicit language, detailed sex scenes, dubious consent, kidnapping, and violence and implied violence.

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Spotify Playlist for THIS REALM CALLED EARTH: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5rVl1gR8NccVTkaHZm2kPH?si=b9aa343878034af2

Dedication

For Rey, you absolute ho, you.

You know just how to bring out my inner smut-extraordinaire and also the goofiest nutball that I am not sure I contain as well as I think I do.

Thanks!

Chapter One

You really need to start getting out and dating, Riley stated as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. I mean, it’s been well over eight months since the divorce went through. You need to find a man. She fingered her hair again and Melissa suppressed a groan. She really wished Riley would stop doing that while she was driving. The hair flips and the micro-managing. If she wanted someone to tell her how to live her life, she’d go hang out with her mother for a few hours.

I just want to go to a bar, get drunk, and get laid. That simple.

Okay, Riley raised a hand in mock defense and Melissa realized that maybe her words had been a tad harsh.

Riley was five-six and gorgeous. She had a tiny waist and small, perky breasts. She also had long, silky, chocolate colored hair that was always perfectly in place even in high winds. And her smile was pollen to the men-folk. One would easily think she was a nymph, or part nymph, but Riley was fully human. Sometimes Melissa would glance at her and feel a tad envious, but she certainly couldn’t hate her friend for the way she looked. Melissa wasn’t that shallow and her self-esteem was certainly not so low that she worried too much about people comparing them.

Besides, Riley was a good friend. She always called to check on her, and she insisted she get out of the house and take a break from the kids at least once a week. And here she was taking her out on a Friday night to go drinking and man-hunting. It was sweet of her.

But then again, Melissa’s mind told her matter-of-factly, if I were a guy, I wouldn’t notice me with what she’s wearing tonight. Followed immediately by, I wish I could pull off a skirt that short.

They pulled into the parking lot of one of the less frequented bars in the city: Bill’s Shack. They had come here a few times before and Melissa liked the atmosphere. But it wasn’t nice enough for Riley’s taste.

Promise me next time we hit up Happenin’ Harry’s. The dance floor there is much larger.

Sure, Melissa conceded.

Riley adjusted her skirt, and Melissa straightened her bright red top before they strolled inside. After getting their wrist bands, they found a place at the bar and Melissa camped there. Riley immediately ordered a beer and began craning her neck all around to scope out the occupants. Some of these guys look pretty decent. There’s a table of cute guys over there. She pointed to four men seated around a circular table in a corner. They wore crisp, button-up shirts still done up to the collar and ties that hadn’t been loosened a bit, as if they were still at their job instead of relaxing at a bar. As they spoke animatedly to each other, Melissa noted the pointy ears of the blond one.

Nuh uh. Elves are assholes.

Okay, but the other three seem decent.

Melissa merely shrugged. She wasn’t looking for a decent guy. She only wanted a decent lay. Dating and relationships were the last things she needed right now. Attachments. Emotions. No thanks. Ten years of marriage squashed any need for that sappy crap. She adjusted the tiny straps on her top again and shifted on the stool, preparing herself for another night of watching guys flock to Riley. She couldn’t blame them really.

And she can have it. I’d hate to look that good and have every piece of crap coming at me with false smiles and empty promises. I couldn’t deal with that much attention all the time. It would drive me nuts.

It was starting already. Two guys came strutting up with loads of confidence to match the loads of beer they’d obviously already ingested. Riley gave a strained smile but was polite enough as they hit on her in turns. Melissa shrugged again and ordered a shot of rum. She was going to start this evening off right.

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An hour later and Melissa was not drunk enough for this crowd. One guy had bought her a drink and then disappeared. Literally, disappeared. One minute he was there, the next gone, and with not a hint of light as a send-off, she had to assume he was a vampire. Only their race could be gone in the blink of an eye without a spell or shred of evidence of teleportation or dimension jumping. The fae had some kind of bright light when they teleported, or so she had heard.

One man sat beside her and began ranting without preamble. He went on and on about how equality in the workplace was killing their country, how illegal faerie fags were taking all the jobs. His voice boomed out over the room, as if he was waiting for someone to approach him and try to counter his argument. Melissa didn’t say a word. She knew an idiot when she saw one. As if the GOD HATES NON-EARTHERS on his T-shirt didn’t give him away.

Shoot me. Shoot me now. Thankfully, after his next speech about their pussy president, he stood and moved on to harass someone else.

Not long after, another man approached her—a young man with dark hair and cheekbones you could cut bread with—but after his shy smiles and friendly inquiries after her drink of choice, his true motives came to light. Can you introduce me to your friend?

Melissa smirked and happily handed him off to Riley, who gave her a look that screamed, Whoa! Cutie!

To help her intoxication along, Melissa ordered another shot. And that was when she felt a touch on her shoulder. She turned her head, her blonde waves falling behind her. A man stood close beside her, his hand still resting on her arm as he spoke to her. This seat taken, darlin’?

Nope, Melissa said perhaps a bit too loudly. She swept her wrist in a welcome gesture. The man sat down beside her, and she openly gave him the once-over. He was about her height, maybe five-foot-five, and he had slightly curly light brown hair that he kept short. Slate blue eyes occupied a round face with laugh lines around the mouth. He looked to be around her age, early thirties perhaps, but she’d never been a great judge of age when it came to men. He appeared human, but again, this wasn’t something you could judge by appearances alone. Melissa appeared human herself, after all.

He caught her poring over his body and gave a small grin. Are ya checkin’ me out? He had a very distinct Irish accent that really got to her. What was it about men with accents?

Yep. Articulate as always. The bartender passed her the shot she’d ordered, and she downed it quickly. She needed some liquid courage for what she was about to do.

The Irishman leaned towards her now, his elbow touching hers on the bar. So, how do I measure up ta the other fellas in here?

You’re cute. Well, at least it had moved up from one-word answers to two. She’d been avoiding his eyes but now she gave him a direct look. And me?

Yer a lovely thing.

He took a breath as if to continue, but she didn’t let him. It was now or never, before she lost her nerve. She put a finger to his lips to shush him and brought her face so close to his that their noses almost touched. Then how about we find a dark space so I can show you how lovely I can be.

Okay, maybe not the best line ever, but it certainly did what it was intended to. His eyes lit up, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Then they narrowed with lust and he grabbed the hand she still held to his mouth. He enclosed her hand in his much warmer one.

Let’s.

Chapter Two

He gently led her away from the bar, and Melissa realized that this was really going to happen. She was about to fuck a perfect stranger. She didn’t even know his name. But she felt a thrill in her chest. She didn’t want to know his name. That was the entire point, wasn’t it? She’d been such a good girl her entire life. She needed to do something naughty. And watching his backside as he walked, she realized she really wanted to do something naughty with this guy. The feel of his thick fingers in hers was already getting her moist. Maybe she was hard-up for some good sex. Maybe she was coming off as desperate. But who cared? She was about to get her some and the alcohol swishing around in her belly told her that this was all kinds of right.

He led her out a side door and down an alley between the bar and the potions store next door. They took a left and she suddenly thought to ask, Do you have protection?

Don’t worry yer pretty head about that, lass. He gave her hand a squeeze and she continued to follow him as he led her through a maze of alleys and narrow roads between the downtown shops. They passed a protest rally near an inter-dimensional gateway, Melissa shaking her head at the racist signs and ridiculous chanting about human superiority. This late at night? Really? Your hateful bullshit couldn’t wait for the light of day? Some people were so thick.

They hurried along, her long skirt flowing behind her in the hot, night air. They were getting further and further from the bar and Melissa wondered why she wasn’t panicking a little. For all she knew, this guy could be a serial killer, leading her to her doom. But for some reason, she didn’t believe that. She felt comfortable with him. But again, it could have been the booze. No, you know better. It’s that other side of yourself speaking up. It’s always right about people. If you actually listen to it once in a while, it won’t steer you wrong.

Suddenly, he pulled her under an overpass. This was the older business section of the city. There was nothing but abandoned buildings and old, dilapidated warehouses surrounding them. At this time of night, there would be no one but rodents to hear them. Unless gremlins had taken refuge here, but at this point, Melissa didn’t care if they had a couple of tiny nuisances as an audience.

Is this okay? I know it’s a bit exposed... he trailed off, putting his hands out apologetically. She answered by gripping his neck and kissing him fiercely, pushing his body against the concrete pillar behind them, molding her hips to his. There was a moment of surprise on his part before his arms enveloped her.

One of his hands instantly went to her ass, and he gave her flesh a possessive squeeze. His other hand went to the back of her head, his fingers twining in her hair. His mouth opened to her and their tongues danced lustily, desperately. He tasted like beer and though Melissa was more of a liquor drinker, she welcomed the taste in her mouth. She still had his neck in a vice-grip, but her other hand found the bottom of his shirt and dove under, the heel of her hand pushing firmly up his chest, feeling him. He made a small throaty noise at her touch and suddenly she was so horny, she wanted to be done with foreplay. She needed him in her, now.

She pulled away quickly. Fuck me, Irish.

Another look of surprise on his face before he reached under her skirt and gripped her mound with his palm. She let out a quick Ah! before instantly doing the same with his shaft through his jeans.

Good gods, woman! He said softly, that accent adding to the moisture that had to be soaking her panties by now. She undid the button, yanked down the zipper, and freed his member from his jeans so fast his flesh was in her hand before he could even react. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked up and down, loving how hard it was for her. He wasn’t overly long but he was thick. And that was what she liked; the feel of a thick cock in her. Yes, exactly what I need.

He gave a deep moan and slid one finger past her underwear, inching it inside of her as she stroked. And that completely undid her. Melissa went into a sexual frenzy.

She gave a cry and pulled his hand from her before dropping to her knees in the dirt. She grabbed his thigh with one hand and the base of his shaft with another. Then she took his cock in her mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow. The Irishman nearly staggered back from shock and pleasure, his throaty moans echoing off the ceiling of the overpass.

Melissa pumped his shaft and sucked at the same time, taking him deep. All thoughts were gone at this point. All she knew was lust and need and the power of these feelings had taken her over. She could feel his body quaking from the pleasure she gave him. His breath hitched and soft groans escaped as he clenched his hands at his sides. When the noises ripping up his throat took on a deeper tone, she instinctively pulled away before he came anywhere near climaxing. Still on her knees, she looked up at him, making sure that she had his complete attention before she said in the sexiest voice she could muster, I need this in me. Deep inside me.

He shuddered at her words and immediately began digging in his pockets. He pulled out a condom, ripped the package open, and had it on in less than a minute. Then he locked eyes with her and the look he gave her made it clear that he was going to be in charge now. His blue eyes appeared almost black with need.

Grabbing her forearm, he yanked her up from the ground and pinned her to the concrete wall none too gently. He fisted her skirt and pulled it up high, exposing her plain white underwear to the world. Melissa wasn’t put off one bit by his rough treatment; in fact, it heightened her sense of excitement, bringing her lust to a peak. Then, in one motion, he gripped both her thighs and lifted her up. Not even bothering to take off her panties but pulling them to one side, he drove into her.

She gave a loud cry of pleasure when he penetrated her. Melissa bit her lip and wrapped one arm around his shoulders as he continued to thrust. Oh, how she’d missed this. The feel of his hard flesh inside her was sublime. How she’d needed a man to take her this way. And he was so damn thick.

Her other hand crept under his shirt again and whenever he hit a certain spot, her nails dug into his back. He soon caught on to this and he hit that spot over and over, wringing cries of Yes! Yes! from her throat. He fit her perfectly. His thick cock inside her was scratching a year-long itch she hadn’t realized was so severe. And he did it so well.