So You Summoned a Soulmate

Chapter 8 - Mercy

Content Warning

This story includes s****l activity that is not meant for underage readers.

As always, handle with care and your mental health comes first.

This is all too much. My hands fall on P’s chest and flames, invisible and consuming, light up my palms at the contact. Need runs a gauntlet within me that urges my hands to inch up to his collarbone and wrap themselves around his shoulders. Eyes darkly questioning my moves, he flashes his glance at my lips and back up to my eyes as our bodies inch closer and closer. Captivated by the swirling of smoke refracting in his gaze I lean into him closing the distance.

Does he want me? This powerful Infernal that came from Hell to be with me wants me.

Do I want him? My racing heart sure as s**t thinks I do. How can I tell my rambunctious p***y to calm herself down a notch? At least just long enough for me to get a handle on this whole situation.

In the space of a breath, before I can tell myself not to make stupid decisions, our lips meet with a clash.

His wide warm hands snake around me, gripping my back, pulling me atop his towel-covered torso. Firm plump lips mesh with mine. Beckoning me to explore him, to take him and make the whole of him mine. My teeth tug at his lips as I play with the concept that he really has very little idea of what we’re doing here. How much experience could he have? Jealously rips through me as I realize I am setting a comfortable pace between us. I am the ringleader. Why do I love the idea of being his first? The blind leads the blind, as it were. Since I haven’t had a relationship in years I’m about as clumsy as a mule when I rake my hands into his hair to deepen our kiss. Flames eat me alive inside me as my lips pepper his with wild kisses, longing for everything he’s offering. Kisses begging for soulmates to be true. For any aspect of this situation to be real.

My tongue snakes out between his open lips and toys with his to venture further. Teasing him. My knees find leverage on the couch as I straddle his legs, both hands clasping his head as I let myself loose on the man in front of me. He wants this, right? His hands clutch me tightly and his mouth is meshed so closely to mine I may never be able to separate the taste of him from my lips. If he wants this any less than I do, I’m a blame fool.

My fingers run through his newly coiled hair. The touch of our skin cranks up my desire as our tongues wrestle endlessly. Every breath I pull in smells of char and musky man, of bonfires and sweet summer nights. I could live here, in his arms as they encircled my waist. Tracing up my back to the nape of my neck, his palms pull me possessively closer and fall to my ass fondling me unabashedly.

Noses nuzzling each other with every shift of position. My inhibitions are a thing of the past as he kisses my lips, cheeks, and neck. My head lolls in his hands I lean back in his grasp as he kisses his way down my neck and back again for more of my lips. The need to explore him grows exponentially as I wallow in my passion for kissing him.

It has been years since I made out with someone. Anyone. Yet I have never in all my years made out with someone like this. I’m consumed with a ferocity that has been unleashed with no warning. I turned to shove him back in the door and when my hand lay on his flesh the strumming of need that coursed through me has no match in this dimension or another. Nothing compares to the connection that snapped into place when I found him in my kitchen. I was so frozen in fear at the time but now I see how I knew he was no real threat to me. Unspoken and yet so understood by each other, we mesh our bodies together with mingled grunts of need.

My hips tense as I find myself grinding into his. Urgency lights me on fire as I pull back from our kiss to meet his eyes. Words escape me as the silent panting stretches between us.

What is this? Do you feel that? I question him with my eyes and yet my lips refuse to entertain the thought of telling him how my heart is calling out to him. I just f*****g met him. Mercy, you have got to slow this down. Rasping, my breath flows from me and my heart beats a crazed rhythm in my chest. I have to gather my control of this situation. I’m more than a creature of base desires, I’m a powerful witch and a businesswoman. Pulling in a breath I force myself to slow my pulse and speak.

“Pace.” He rasps the word in an exhale, his voice deep and sheepish. Eyes inflamed with need reflect my own as he continues, “I like the name… Pace.” Hands gripping my neck he pulls me back to him. Our lips join once more in a clash of desire. Sparks fly as I cast away all my reservations.

Fuck it.

If I summoned him so I summoned him. The universe must surely know what’s good for it by now.

Even as the thoughts cross my mind I waver on the certainty that I should be allowed to have even one truly good thing, like a soulmate. I have never been worthy enough to keep the people I love. Each one has been taken from me too soon. Why wouldn’t he be another person taken from me in exactly the same way?

Faltering, my uncertainty begins to crack as Pace’s hands find my hips and he grinds his erection into my core. Need explodes within me. Fireworks just beneath my skin, commanding me to let myself have this.

Just this once.

Just for tonight.

My body is coiled far too tightly. He lowers my liquified body to the couch as a chiming meets my ears. Kisses momentarily carry my attention away as my back meets the cushions of the couch and our tongues battle once more.

“Do you hear that?” I breathlessly ask as he kisses his way below the neckline of my oversized shirt. Willing him not to stop I realize at that moment that my phone is alarming and that I have a f*****g meeting to go to today. I have a whole ass business to run and making out with a man on my couch is not written in my planner for the day. “f**k! It’s my phone.” His eyes, aflame with arousal, meet mine in question.

I could ignore the phone and go to town on this absolute unit of an Infernal being. Wishing that were true I whisper, “I have a meeting to go to.” I plead for forgiveness with my cringe at the same time as I plead for understanding. Meetings, obligations, and bills are cornerstones of my life. Making out with infuriatingly hot soulmates is definitely not on the ‘to-do’ list most days.

“You go to a meeting now?” Adorable inquisition breaks out over his features as he rests his chest gently on mine. “Can I come?”

“I, uh, I don’t have any clothes for you.” It has been years– decades even, since I last had a boyfriend and I know none of the clothes I have left over in the back of my closet would come close to fitting him. I’ll have to bring back clothes if he’s to leave the apartment. Making a silent agreement to myself that I‘ll go to my meeting and then stop to get him a few things as quickly as possible I met his sanguine stare. “How about I bring you back some clothes and then we go out for dinner?”

My question is answered with a megawatt smile that could have blocked out the sun. That damn dimple is doing him so many favors. My sigh of relief ripples through me as I ease us up to a sitting position on the couch.

“Okay, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll only be gone for like forty minutes or so.” Leaping up I back my way toward the bathroom, not wanting to leave him alone and also desperately needing to clean myself up after a seriously heavy make-out session. “The remote, right there, controls the TV. There are a bunch of magazines and books around.” My mind recalls the last time I left him alone with magazines. “Umm please don’t change yourself too much while I’m gone. I’ve got so many questions about that, I just have to get ready right now or I’m going to be late.”

Nodding at me he picks up the remote and begins studying the buttons as I near the bathroom door. What even is this day? What are you doing here Mercy? I question myself for the thousandth time as I crank on the hot water and sigh in relief as it pours down around me.