Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours) (6 page)

Long pause. “Is this a trick question?” Cimil asked.

“Never mind,” he replied. “I am calling in that favor you owe me.”

“Now?” she whined.

“Yes.” Chaam’s voice softened to a whisper too low for Maggie to hear.

After several moments, the two returned to the fire. “Maggie, Cimil has kindly agreed to look for your father, so if you could—”

“What? You’re sending
her
?” Maggie asked.

Cimil hissed. “Watch it, cupcake. I may look crazy, but I’m actually… actually, yeah. I’m crazy. I mean, you have no idea.” She snorted.

Maggie suddenly realized that Cimil must’ve been the one Chaam had spoken of earlier; the god who’d tried to take lovers and lost her mind.

Chaam pulled Maggie to the side. “Leaving you here alone is not an option; there are many dangers in this jungle. So either she goes or I go.”

Maggie certainly didn’t want to stay alone with crazy-hat over there. “I see.”

Chaam cupped her face. His hands were warm and rough, and as inappropriate as it was given the situation, Maggie couldn’t help but notice that sweet tension coiling right on cue.

He threaded one hand through her hair and kissed her quickly. “I knew you would see it my way. Besides, you and I have some unfinished begging to attend to.”

After Maggie gave her father’s description and the approximate location of the excavation site, Chaam spent a full ten minutes describing Cimil’s fate in explicit detail right down to her crazy cuticles if she didn’t find Maggie’s father pronto.

Ironically, the graphic threat didn’t sour Maggie’s impression of Chaam; it cemented the truth in her bones. He was a deity. How had she not seen it? The power and authority he yielded leaked from every word, every gesture. Even Cimil’s blasé response—eye rolling and foot stomping, but never showing fear—indicated she was not of this world. Or maybe that was a sign of her bat-shit craziness? Who knew?

Chaam watched Cimil’s silhouette fade into the night and then threw two logs on the waning campfire. “Are you ready?”

“Ready?” Maggie asked.

He dipped his head. “Yes.
Ready.
”

Maggie’s entire body solidified into a mass of tense muscles. “You mean…”

He made no production of reaching for the buttons of her dress.

“Wait!” She gripped his hand. “I want to know something.”

“Yes?” His eyes flickered with impatience.

“You said that you’d waited for me your entire existence?”

He nodded and a warm glowing smile stretched across his lips. And yes, she pathetically melted inside.

“Are you absolutely sure it’s me?” she blurted.

He nodded again. “I think I knew from the moment I touched you. Fate brought us together. I feel it.”

She felt it too now. At least, that’s what she thought she felt. It was so dang difficult to believe. “But what if you’re mistaken?”

“I am never wrong about such things.”

“I’ll need a little more than that if I’m going to give myself to you.”

He didn’t bother to contemplate a response. “I have spent thousands upon thousands of years assisting mortals bond with their true loves. I have become very adept at recognizing the signs of two souls meant for one another.”

“But didn’t you say you’re the God of Male…”
Oh, what was it? Whoopee? Friskiness? Horniness.

“Virility,” he said.

“Yes, that. Which means you help men…”

“Have sex. But I do not waste my time with those who simply want to fuck. Although, fucking,” he slid his finger over the curve of her jaw, “certainly has its place and purpose.”

To hear him say
that
word in
that
way spiked her mind with vivid sexual images. Images that sent her heart on a thumping rampage. God, she actually wanted him to say it again.

“I help males,” he continued, “who have found their true love but have lost their way and are unable to take that next, all-important step. Sometimes it is fear of rejection or fear they will not please the woman, especially if it is his first time.”

“But why do you only help men?” she said.

He gave her a “you-must-be-joking” look.

“What? It’s a legitimate question.”

“Because,” he replied, “men are idiots.”

Can’t argue there.

“More precisely, they are idiots when it comes to intimacy. Women have a natural gift for such things.”

Again. Can’t argue there.

“What do you do to help them?” she asked.

He shrugged like a man who had all the answers. “Depends on the situation. Sometimes, it’s merely a question of removing the negative energy they’ve accumulated—fear is like a cancer of the spirit. Other times, I must compel them to simply push ahead, so to speak. And then there are those occasions when I must teach them precisely what to do.”

She swallowed. “Teach them? You-you mean actually show them how to…?”

He reached for her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. The roughness of his whiskers and the soft warmth of his lips speared right through her central nervous system.

“Oh yes,” he whispered. “I show them how to please a woman, specifically, their woman. Every female is different.”

Her insides clenched. “You-you know what
every
woman wants?”

He stepped in and pressed his tall, powerful frame against her. “Yes. It is a gift.” He leaned in slowly and placed his lips to her ear. “I merely look at a female, and I know.” He brushed his lips down the length of her neck.

“Wha-wha-what is it that I wa-wa-want?”
Brain? Are you there? Please don’t abandon me now.

His hot breath tickled the curve of her neck.

Oooh. Yes. She wanted that. How did he know?

He placed a soft, sucking kiss over the same spot and then pulled her against the hardness between his legs.

Yesss. That too. Horsefeathers… he’s good.

He then slanted his hot lips possessively over hers, slid his tongue past her teeth, and rhythmically stroked her mouth in time with the rocking of his hips.

Suddenly, a wild and uninhibited Margaret she never knew existed took over. This Margaret didn’t care about propriety or anything rational. This Margaret panted and clawed and wanted him deeper. This Margaret returned each thrust of his tongue with one of her own and desired only to devour every male inch of his large, insanely hard body.

With a frantic flurry of hands and kisses, Chaam stripped away her dress and undergarments and backed her into the finely woven hammock. She raised her hand to pull him down with her, but he moved back and drilled her with his turquoise gaze, willing her to stay put.

Chaam leisurely slid off his white cotton trousers and straightened to his full height. Shoulders broad and straight, he proudly displayed each unbreakable ripple of his abdomen, the swells of his chest, and the sexy, unmistakably masculine patch of black hair surrounding the one object she’d crudely obsessed over since she’d first spotted him toweling off. She’d not seen his manhood then, but now she stared right at the thing. It jutted into the air like a thick saber made of solid flesh.

She squirmed just a little as the heat between her legs made it abundantly clear that his large, pulsing erection was exactly what she needed to ease the aching tension deep inside.

Are you kidding? Look at the size of that thing. Do you really think it’s going to feel pleasant?

Wild Margaret went running for the hills.

“What’s the matter?” He glanced over one shoulder and then the other. “Is that damned jaguar back?”

“No, it’s… well, I’ve never…” She scrutinized her body, then his daunting erection.

“Oh. I see.” He relaxed with a cocky smile. “Not to worry, hammocks have been around for thousands of years. I assure you it is very secure. And,” he paused, “I know what I’m doing.”

“No. I meant your size is so…”
Drat. How should I say it?
“You’re large, all right? Really damned large, and I—”

“I am told this hammock,” he interrupted, “can hold the weight of ten men, not that I wish to see that. Besides,” he leaned over for a kiss, hovering just above her lips, “I know what I’m doing. I am the God of Male Virility. I practically invented sex.”

Oh potato salad!
“I’ve never been with a man,” she blurted.

A radiant smile, one that displayed almost every pearly white in his gorgeous mouth, leapt across his face. “Neither have I.”

“Amusing.”

Seriousness took over and his eyes locked on hers. “I have never been with anyone, either.”

“A virgin? You?”

“Yes,” he replied without the faintest hint of embarrassment.

The thought had never occurred to her, but given what she now knew—gulp, gods were real?—about his kind, well, of course he was a virgin.

He then lifted his eyebrows in such a way that said, “And I know you want some,” however, his mouth said, “And I assure you, I know exactly what I’m doing. I know exactly what you want.”

Without breaking his gaze he lay over her, smoothly placing himself between her legs. This simple act of his delicious, warm body pressing intimately against hers was the most sensual thing she’d ever experienced. And the moment his lips touched hers, the moment his rough hand cupped her breast, the moment the tip of his stiff cock prodded her sensitive opening, she understood what it meant to beg with her body.

Combustion!

She slid her arms around the sides of his tight, narrow hips and cupped his solid, smooth backside, the one she’d already decided deserved a shrine (or maybe two? or five?) to urge him closer.

With his strength and sizeable mass, he easily resisted her invitation to plunge inside. “No,” he whispered with a hot breath in her ear, “it will hurt less if I work it in slowly. You will enjoy it much more.”

But didn’t he say he knew what she wanted? Because if he did, he’d know she was shamelessly begging for every hard inch.

She pulled his mouth to hers, slid her tongue past those sweet delicious lips, and again raised her hips toward the head of his cock, driving him just a nudge deeper.

His eyes clamped shut and he groaned.

“You weren’t listening very well, because this is what I want,” she whispered.

His eyes flew open, and something animalistic and greedy flickered inside those orbs of deep turquoise.

Before she could mutter another word, he leaned into her. She cried out as he slid deep inside.

Although she’d begged him for it, he knew her pain had been sharp. He’d witnessed countless females taken for the first time. Generally he watched from his realm and provided help to the clumsy males who were on course to spill themselves before getting past the threshold, but no amount of spectating could have prepared him for the ecstasy of taking Margaret O’Hare. Being deep inside her tight, slick heat, merging their bodies together, made him feel alive with sinful rapture.

“Are you all right?” He fought the urge to begin rocking himself deeper, knowing her body was processing the raw, conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure.

Eyes shut tight, she nodded.

He brushed her swollen lips with his and released a tiny pulse of his light to help her heal quickly. “Tell me when you want more,” he whispered.

Within moments her heated mouth returned to his. She pulled back her hips and pushed into him.

A groan involuntarily escaped his mouth. He’d never imagined…

The sensual tension immediately began to build with each delicious stroke of friction. Her fingernails dug into his back as she pulled him deeper, working him in and out in a steady rhythm. And just when he believed his pleasure could not escalate another titillating inch, it did. She screamed his name into the night, her body going rigid with her release while her inner muscles contracted, milking him.

He felt the hot liquid burst from his cock and with it, her name poured from his lips.

No, he would never let this woman go.

“Have there always been this many stars? And have they always been this bright?” Maggie gazed in wonderment at the cloudless night sky over Chaam’s shoulder while he showered her neck, ear, and shoulder with kisses. She’d never felt so complete, so content, so happy.

“Thank you for this, Maggie. My precious Maggie,” he whispered repeatedly.

He’s thanking me?
Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this day, this man, the insanity of the situation. So damned right. Every second of it. She should be thanking him.

She sighed. “I feel like I’m seeing the world for the very first time.”

“And what do you see?” he asked.

Euphoria, love, peace in my heart…
“You.” The instant he’d entered her, he was all she saw.

One moment she had been an omnipresent light hovering over the world watching thousands of people. Nowhere. Everywhere. All at once. She felt their desperation, their desolate hearts, their prayers for help. Who knew so much silent suffering filled the world? It saddened her deeply because she’d been one of them. But for some, Maggie included, there was a light. There was hope. Chaam.

And he was right. His gift wasn’t paving a man’s way to sex, but for the union of two souls who were meant to be together but somehow got lost along the way. There had been so many he had helped, millions upon millions, yet Chaam never once spurned them because they’d found something he longed for. Instead, his hope—that his day, too, might come—only grew.

Maggie’s heart filled with unspeakable pride, knowing such devotion and faith drove the person she’d given herself to.

Then she witnessed him charging through the jungle. Through his ears, she heard his heavy breaths. Through his eyes, she saw the brilliant emerald greens of the trees and the perfection of the pristine blue sky. Through his heart, she felt his emptiness, his need for true companionship. So much sorrow; she could relate. But the moment Chaam had moved inside her, she knew it was more than a carnal lust being satisfied; they were two souls finding a missing piece. They’d finally have a chance to break free from their heavy pasts because together, they were strong. Together, they could make their own fate. Together, they were in control.