The Hunter and The Hex

Chapter 4

》Marinette 《

I made it home in record time, a knot of anxiety balled in my stomach. therr was something about that blue eyed man that set off every warning bell in my head. I had just stripped down to my cheekies in preparation of a shower to wash the smell of coffee from my skin and was about to remove them when a knock sounded at the front door. I grabbed my short red silk robe and slipped it on, tying it loosely closed as I made my way downstairs to answer the door.

I had realized about halfway home I had forgotten my clutch and I assumed Sam was dropping it off. I unlocked the dead bolt and started speaking before I even had it more than cracked, "thanks for bringing my purse by babe I can't believe I for-" my eyes locked with pale cerulean orbs as my head tilted back looking up at the norseman on my doorstep. I felt my mouth fall open into a perfect o my sentence ended abruptly.

I watched his eyes rake down my barely concealed body and I felt my cheeks burn into a shade I'm sure contented with my robe's color. He smirked as he locked our gazes and I swallowed thickly my voice came out barely above a whisper, "oh, I thought you were Sam." He chuckled "I'm not Sam but I did bring you your bag."

My heartrate quickened as he held out his hand, my clutch looked odd in his large calloused grip; I stared at it dumbly for a moment then blinked my confusion away. "um, thank you." I quickly tried to take it from him and instead just managed to drop it.

It hit the entry rug and broke open, spilling its contents all over the floor. My keys, my lip balm, my cellphone, and my Tarot deck which burst into a scattered pile. I gasped and immediately dropped to my knees and began picking the cards up crawling around until I had everything collected save for a card resting directly in front of a black motorcycle boot.

My eyes followed the boot up to the denim clad legs. Upwards my gaze went, stopping to widen at the sight of a bulge his jeans were barely containing. I gulped audibly and managed to lift my eyes up past narrow hips, a flat stomach and broad chest to a very amused smirk and blue eyes burning with an irrepressible lust.

My cheeks went up in flames followed by my chest and ears. I had flashed him literally all the goodies save for what a scrap of lace concealed in a scramble to collect my things and now here I was provocatively on my knees with my face nearly level with his crotch. While he stared down at me with a look that made me question if he was going to let me up or ravage me right there on the entryway rug; the prospect of the second scenario sent a jolt of want straight to core.

He politely extended his hand and hesitantly I placed mine in his; he smoothly lifted me to my feet as though I weighed nothing. He held on even once I was on my feet and I stared at our joined hands for just a moment before I tried to pull my hand away but he held fast. My eyes lifted to his and I smiled tightly before casting my gaze away with embarrassment. I tried with more force to extract my hand from his and after a moment he relinquished his grip all the while a rakish grin lingering on his lips.

He didn't say a word as I smoothed down my robe with both hands before adjusting it to conceal as much as the small garment could; his silent evaluation made me feel more and more excited and scared at the same time he looked at me like a predator debating the best way to devour his prey. I took a deep breath and was proud of how steady my voice came out even if I couldn't look him in the eye, "yes well thank you, mister…."

I frowned slightly and he chuckled, "Rune, my name is Rune Larson." His voice was deep and croase and I suddenly wanted to hear what it would sound like at the peak of his pleasure. My thighs clamped together as another pulse of desire surged through me and I thought for a brief moment I may spend the rest of my life as a tomato with how often I was blushing. I cleared my throat and forced a guarded smile, "well thank you Mr. Larson for bringing me my purse. I hope you enjoy your stay in Misthaven." And promptly slammed the door shut before I imploded from embarrassment.

I hadn't managed even a step when a gentle knock assaulted the door. "Call me Rune; and Marinette... you forgot one." His voice was so low it gave me goosebumps "Oh um just put it in the slut… slot! Put it in the mail slot!" I called through the closed door and immediately wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I looked down at the sound of the metal flap opening and watched as he pushed the card that had been at his boot through the gap holding it there so it wouldn't fall.

Gently, I took it from him and flipped it over to see which card fate had picked. "Catch you later little bird. " He murmured as I listened to him descend the porch steps while staring down at the card he had handed me; The Lovers on the card stared right back.