Magically Delicious (3 page)

"P-p-professor?" Luke stammered, as he felt the blood rush from his face.

"My coin is in your left pocket, Luke. And I still remember, thirty-three years later for me but mere hours for you, how good your mouth felt on my cock as you moaned under me," the professor whispered to him, then took the young man's mouth again.

Luke pushed back, needing the room to breathe as he stared up into unfamiliar brown eyes and a face that he'd never seen before. But what this man knew… what he'd said… Luke shook his head. This wasn't happening. He was trapped in an office with a crazy professor "Help!" He screamed as he turned and banged on the door with both of his fists. "Somebody help me! He's crazy!"

The man's hand clamped down over his mouth, instantly silencing him as he used his other hand to hold Luke's wrists against the door, high above his head. His much larger frame pushed Luke into the door, pinning him in place. "Quiet, Luke. Listen as I tell you a story."

Luke went still under him. Didn't all the crazy people do monologues just before they murdered their hapless victims? Oh god, he was going to die in this office and no one would ever know.

"My name, by creation, is Edgar Trendlehoot." The professor hissed in his ear. "It's a ridiculous name that I never want to hear fall from your lips. If it wouldn't hurt my human mother so much, I would have long ago changed it to what it was for centuries before my mother, my birth mother, took my spirit and put it inside of a little baby boy more than thirty years ago. My name, by birth, is the one that you know me as. I am as I always was, Arn. I may not be a leprechaun anymore or be able to see the fae ever again. But for centuries my friends and I played tricks on the humans and made bets with each other on who could find their gold the fastest once lost. For centuries I avoided playing that game. Until one night, nearly one hundred years ago, I became intoxicated in a night of debauchery and honeymead. My pot of gold was lost to me all over Ireland. I searched for the coins for years until you found the last of the pieces in a garden yesterday. By the way, you still have dirt under your nails. A brush would clean that right up. I had to make a bargain with you to get the coin back. You wanted to be made love to and I happily took you up on your offer. You made me feel better than I had in years and so I left the coin, eager to see you again under the pretense of reclaiming it later."

Luke whimpered, interrupting the man. His wrists were hurting and he couldn't stay pinned to the door much longer. The professor let up on him, allowing him to relax as he gave the young man some room. Luke eagerly took it, as he forced deep gulps of air into his lungs. "Are you all right?" The man asked him softly.

Luke forced himself to nod. "Professor…"

"Arn," the man said sharply.

"I don't know if I believe you," Luke said, as he turned around to face the man.

The man nodded and tugged Luke over to sit on the couch across from his desk. "Sit and listen." He took a seat next to him as Luke tried to get comfortable on the large piece of furniture. "When I left your room, I went straight back to the fae kingdom. I was apprehended as soon as I crossed the veil. My mother, the fae queen, was angered that I had fallen in love with a human. She gave me the option to stay and never see you again or live as a human. I chose to be human. I was put into the body of a stillborn child and was raised as any human boy would be—went to school, ate meals, watched the telly like a good lad. I even developed a taste for fish fingers, though why they are called that I will never know, as fish do not have fingers that I have ever been made aware of."

Luke stared at the man. "So you're saying that you're Arn, who was a leprechaun, and is now human and eats fish fingers?"

"And had a delightful sexual encounter with you last night. I believe the humans call that position the "sixty-nine" don't they?" the man said with an evil grin.

Luke felt himself go bright red. "Uh, yeah. That's what we call it in the states, anyway. Not sure what they call it here. So, you're a leprechaun…"

"
Was
a leprechaun. Human now," the man reminded him.

Luke shook his head. "Right…"

The man rolled his eyes. "Fine then, if you don't believe me. What is something that only you and your leprechaun lover would know? Ask me any question you want."

Luke pursed his lips as he forced himself to go through the details of last night with critical attention to anything he might have missed. "Hair color?"

"It was red. Unfortunately I'm not… What was it that you called me? Oh yes, a Ginger," the man said with a grin as Luke's mouth fell open. "My apologies. I tried to dye it once but it went orange. Nasty sight. Next question?"

"Uh… How'd you get in?"

The man he was quickly beginning to think might be telling the truth looked to the open window behind them. "Your window was unlocked. I left the same way."

Luke nodded. He'd remembered that much too. "What did you write on the coin?"

The man shook his head. "I didn't
write
anything on it."

Luke frowned. "You've just lost all credit and have gone back to being a crazy person."

The man snorted. "All right then, be stubborn. I did not write anything on the old coin in your pocket. My feelings for you inscribed themselves on the physical thing that linked us. Gold, especially for leprechauns, is exceedingly important. When I was one, it was almost a physical need to have my gold coins with me all of the time. They had to be in my line of sight, which made leaving my room in the Fae palace a bit of a pain in the arse. Now, even as a human, my coin, that little hunk of gold, calls to me from your pocket. I don't need to touch it. I won't even reach for it. But I am aware of it being there. And as to what was inscribed on its surface, the word is Wynn. It means wishes. As in the wish that you wanted last night when you asked me to make love to you and I took your cock into my mouth after kissing and licking down that beautiful, lean body of yours." He grinned as Luke's mouth began flapping as he tried to form words.

"Arn?" Luke whispered.

"Yes, Luke?" he asked him, his grin spreading and making his face glow.

Luke grinned back. "Make love to me?"

Arn laughed and began stripping off his shirt. "Certainly. You know, humans have come up with a wonderful little invention that I've been wanting to show you. They call it a cock ring and it vibrates. Truly extraordinary. I wonder what it will feel like against you as my cock is buried deep inside your ass."

Luke laughed and started working on the button of his jeans. He couldn't wait to find out.

About the Author

Caitlin Ricci was fortunate growing up to be surrounded by family and teachers that encouraged her love of reading. She has always been a voracious reader and that love of the written word easily morphed into a passion for writing. If she isn't writing, she can usually be found studying as she works toward her counseling degree. She comes from a military family and the men and women of the armed forces are close to her heart. She also enjoys gardening and horseback riding in the Colorado Rockies where she calls home with her wonderful fiancé, their dog and a Blue Tongue Skink.

Her belief that there is no one true path to happily ever after runs deeply through all of her stories.

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