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If there was one thing Mystique had taught her over the handful of years that she had been part of the Brotherhood, it was that men were easy. All you had to do was laugh at their bad jokes and bat your eyes in their general direction, and you could have them eating out of the palm of your hand. And in Anna Marie’s case, it was a deadly hand to eat out of.
Mystique treated her like a secret weapon. When all else failed, she could deploy Anna Marie to incapacitate their would-be foes and steal whatever information—or powers—the Brotherhood needed to get by.
But what would happen when she finally met someone who didn’t wither beneath the touch of her hand? It was never a question that required an answer. There had never been a single person who had been immune to her touch… until Mystique sent her after Erik Leshnerr.
***
Anna Marie’s eyes widened as her hand made contact with his face and she felt nothing. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. While she didn’t feel a sudden rush from siphoning his powers, she did feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.
“Mystique sent you, didn’t she?” He questioned. He didn’t sound mad, but he didn’t sound thrilled about that realization either.
“I…” What was she supposed to say? She’d never been faced with this situation before. She’d never failed. “I can touch you?”
Erik arched a brow. “Is that a surprise to you?”
“It is.” Anna Marie marveled at the sensation. The warmth of his skin, the soft prick of stubble pressing into her fingertips. “I shouldn’t be able to touch you.”
He curled his fingers around her delicate wrist, but he didn’t pull her hand away from his face. “Then why did you try to touch me, Anna Marie? What did Mystique intend for you to do?”
“It should’ve rendered you unconscious.” She admitted, still too overwhelmed by this new discovery to care about betraying Mystique.
“Is that all that happens when you touch someone?” Erik questioned, rubbing his thumb over her wrist, right where her pulse was fluttering beneath her skin. “Or is there more to this plan?”
“I can steal powers from other mutants. Leech learning from regular people.” The truth tumbled from her lips. “But I ain’t never touched anyone and not had something terrible happen.”
“Never?”
“Never.” She met his ice-blue gaze and felt her stomach twist into knots. “It’s cruel. This game she makes me play. Getting close, but never close enough.”
Anna Marie knew she was being a fool. If her powers had no effect on this man, it meant he was stronger than her. Probably stronger than a whole lot of other mutants combined. He was dangerous, and yet… She could touch him. She could touch him!
“Today’s my birthday.” She told him as her gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips. He had lovely lips.
Erik swallowed thickly. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
He hummed in response, and she couldn’t decipher what he meant by that quiet sound. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, without scrutiny. The hand at her wrist was no longer the only place he was touching her. His other hand had settled at her hip. If he slid his fingers an inch higher, he might even touch that slip of flesh between her shirt and her jeans. She wanted him to slide his fingers higher.
“And this is how you’re spending your birthday?” He leaned into her touch, still entirely unaffected by her powers. She couldn’t say the same. She was affected by him. “You should be out having fun.”
“Fun?” Anna Marie laughed, bitterly. “What kind of fun can I have when a misplaced touch could kill someone?” Her gaze fell to his lips again. If this was her only chance to know what it felt like… how could she pass it up? “I put my first boyfriend in a coma for three days when he tried to kiss me. I ain’t even been properly kissed.”
Erik tilted his head to the side as his own gaze drifted to her lips. “And how do l know this isn’t part of Mystique’s ploy? She sent you here to seduce me, didn’t she?” His hand crept up higher on her hip, fingers seeking out that peak of skin that had never been touched by hands that weren’t her own.
A breathy moan slipped from Anna Marie before she could stop it. “Please.” She whispered, fighting through her embarrassment. “Do you really think I know how to seduce a man?”
“You’ve done quite well at it.” He smirked, “For someone lacking in such fundamental experience.” Erik leaned closer, his breath dancing over her lips as he taunted her with what she didn’t even know she needed. “I could make this a very memorable birthday, Anna Marie. Is that what you want?” He traced his fingers along her jaw. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be touched?”
“Yes.” The word tumbled from her lips without reservation. It was careless and foolish and everything she needed. “Show me. Please.”
That was all it took for Erik to close the distance between them. He kissed her slowly, taking his time to taste her lips, to tease them open, and teach her how to be kissed. His fingers tangled in her auburn waves, cradling the back of her head as he deepened the kiss—consuming her completely.
Anna Marie moaned, desperate and needy. The way her body arched into his, pressing up against the solid shape of him, reminded her of a cat in heat. A single kiss ignited a potent surge of desire that her unfortunate circumstances had forced into dormancy since puberty. She felt alive. At last.
Erik was the first to break away from the kiss, leaving Anna Marie to chase after his lips, unwilling to lose the sensation now that she knew what it felt like to be kissed. They both needed oxygen—they were mutants, but they were still fundamentally human in their needs.
“I don’t understand,” She muttered as she searched his face for any signs of suffering as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. But no amount of touch seemed to have an effect on him. He was immune to her abilities.
“Did Mystique brief you on what I’m capable of?” He questioned, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. “Do you know what powers she sent you here to take from me?”
“You’re the Master of Magnetism.” Anna Marie answered, her voice a little unsteady. “She wanted me to show others that you have a weakness. That you weren’t as powerful as you portrayed yourself to be.”
Erik arched a brow, “And what do you intend to tell her?”
“You weren’t home.”
“Clever girl.” He smirked. “To sate your curiosity, I believe your rather unique ability flows like a current across your skin. Those currents are made complete when they make contact with mine. Think of it like a closed circuit.”
“I don’t care what it is,” Anna Marie admitted, rising up on her toes to close the distance between them again. “Quit blathering about science and kiss me again, dammit.” Erik didn’t argue with her on that demand.
***
Anna Marie wasn’t entirely certain how she came to be buck naked while Erik remained perfectly dressed in his shirt and slacks, but she wasn’t complaining about it either. He looked like some hero ripped right off the cover of one of those saucy Harlequin novels she pinched from the Piggly Wiggly as a curious teen.
She wasn’t counting the minutes on the clock, but she was fairly certain he had taken nearly two hours to undress her. Each flash of skin he exposed had been subject to lavish attention. He’d kissed and stroked and teased her until her thighs were sticky with desire and her nerves frayed.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” Erik commanded, and Anna Marie obeyed. Her cheeks burned with a heady mix of desire and embarrassment, but the latter ebbed out of existence beneath his rapt attention.
She’d heard plenty of stories about first times. They always sounded rushed and awkward. And entirely out of reach. She had made peace with a future of inexperience, and now… now she was sprawled out on a set of luxurious silk sheets, stroking her clit beneath the heated gaze of a gorgeous older man who could actually touch her.
“Look at you,” Erik drawled out as he crawled up the bed to rest beside her. “What will Mystique think when her sweet, untouchable girl comes home…” His words trailed off as his hand trailed down her stomach. His fingers tangled with her own, joining in their mutual pursuit of her pleasure.
“Erik.” Anna Marie panted out, hips arching off the bed as he dragged his thumb over her clit. “I’m going to…”
“You’re going to what?” He questioned, mouthing at her throat, breath hot against her skin. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes!” She all but shouted as she came apart beneath his insistent teasing. Her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for a sensation she was on the cusp of discovering. Erik could satisfy the ache. She knew he could. He was the answer.
“Magnificent.” He purred as he brought his slick fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
Anna Marie didn’t know what possessed her, but she grabbed his hand and set about sucking those two torturous fingers clean of her own arousal. And once they were clean, Erik seized her face and kissed her hard.
“Relax.” He whispered against her lips, before he—and his mouth—began a downward journey. If she never felt the touch of another hand against her skin, Erik had made certain that she would always remember the weight of his hand, the brush of his lips, and the threads of pleasure that followed each caress.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Erik rasped out as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh until his breath was hot against the slick folds of her cunt. “You won’t forget tonight any time soon.” He promised, and Anna Marie feared his words held more truths than the obvious.
It was one thing to feel his fingers stroking over her tender folds, but it was an entirely unexpected sensation to feel his mouth pressed to them. He was more delicate with this kiss, parting her folds, and dragging his tongue through her arousal.
Anna Marie tangled her fingers in his hair and held fast once he began to fuck her with his tongue. It was tortuously slow in comparison to the way he’d stroked her to completion with his fingers mere minutes before. He lapped at her, leisurely coaxing her toward another orgasm.
It didn’t make sense to her. He was still entirely dressed and she was laid bare beneath his hungry eyes. His wicked tongue worked at her like he had trained for this very moment. And it didn’t make sense.
Every conversation she had ever overheard about sex had painted it out to be a fun, but underwhelming experience. Women stroking the egos of their over-eager partners who left them faking their way through it. But that wasn’t her experience thus far. Erik had done nothing more than palm at his rather obvious bulge in discomfort, before zeroing in on her pleasure.
Why would he want her, beyond the obvious thrill of the conquest? And yet, he had made no attempt to pluck the bud from her bloom yet. Anna Marie turned over the possible answers and found nothing but more questions in their stead.
Erik ran his hand from her hip, up her stomach, to grab at her perky breast. He palmed at it, squeezing, and teasing—and she shuddered as pleasure lanced through her. “Oh fuck.”
“Get out of your head,” He rasped out, his words vibrating against her cunt as he spoke, lips slick with her need. “Focus on this. Focus on me.”
Anna Marie bit down on her bottom lip as she nodded, training her eyes on him. It was such a pretty picture to look down the length of her body and see a man wedged between her thighs, feasting on her like his life depended upon it.
He kept her right on the precipice until he sank two fingers into her cunt, fingers dragging over a spot she’d never found on her own, in tandem with that wicked tongue sweeping over her clit. She came apart with a gush that took her entirely by surprise.
“I’m sorry!” She gasped, trying in vain to close her legs and hide the mess she’d made. But Erik seemed thrilled to wear the evidence on his mouth. His tongue replaced his fingers, shallowly fucking her as the tremors of her orgasm ebbed through her.
Erik drew back, at last, breath ragged as he filled his lungs with air. “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel ashamed of who you are.”
“I won’t.” She promised, but it was a vow she feared she wouldn’t keep. Plenty of people made her feel ashamed of what she was. But she hadn’t felt that shame since walking through his door. She didn’t feel like someone’s weapon or someone’s worst nightmare.
She felt like a girl—no, a woman.
“Now what?” She questioned, eager to escape from the winding path her thoughts were tempted to go down.
She knew enough about Magneto from Mystique’s briefings to know he was headed down a path she didn’t want to follow. She barely wanted to do the Brotherhood’s bidding anymore. She wanted a normal life. A quiet life.
Just because this man could touch her, didn’t mean jackshit. It was one night of fun. An experience that would have to last her for a lifetime. Not to mention the fact that he was old enough to be her father. What would people think about that? She could already picture what Kurt would have to say about that.
“Now,” Erik drawled out as he traced lazy circles on her thigh, drawing her attention back to him. “You need to decide just how far you want to go tonight. You can walk away now, sated and happy.”
“That’s not what I want,” She told him without so much as a flicker of hesitation. “I think virginity is a load of bullshit, but I’ll be damned if I leave here tomorrow without knowing what it feels like to be fucked.”
“If that’s what you want, I believe I need to lose a few layers,” Erik remarked before he climbed out of the bed. He made a show of everything he did, but watching him undress himself was a Grade-A experience for Anna Marie.
He used his powers to loosen his belt, and unzip his trousers, while his nimble fingers—fingers that had been knuckle-deep in her just minutes ago—worked open his shirt.
For an older guy, he was perfectly built. Strong shoulders that looked sinful in a white button-up. And abs that made her belly clench as she followed the V of his hips down to the rock-hard cock framed there.
“I assume you’ve seen one before?”
“Not this close.” Her cheeks burned painfully hot as she studied it. “Holy shit.”
“It’s not that impressive,” He remarked as he rejoined her on the bed, settling beside her instead of above her like she expected. “Slightly above average, in my experience.”
“I have limited experience.” She reminded him, forcing herself to look at him and not… it.
“I know.” Erik brushed his knuckles against her cheek, leaning in to kiss her in a clear attempt to soothe her nerves. “That is why I want you to do something for me.”
“Alright.” Her brows furrowed as she tried to puzzle out what he meant. Did he want her to suck his cock? She knew people did that.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
Instead of guiding her head down or any variety of scenarios she concocted in her mind, Erik simply maneuvered her onto his lap.
She settled there on his thighs, staring down at the cock jutting up between them. “Shouldn’t I be lying on my back or something?”
Erik chuckled, stroking his thumbs over the dips of her hips. “Why would I make your first time so pedestrian?” He traced his fingertips over her lower belly, and her muscles twitched at the sensation. “I want you to take what you need, Anna Marie.”
Emboldened by her words, she reached between them and took a hold of his cock. He was hard and hot and she wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to fit, but she was willing to find out.
“And if you don’t like it like this, we’ll figure out what you like.” Erik’s voice sounded raspier than it had all night. And his bright blue gaze seemed darker. “I got you nice and ready.”
Anna Marie sat up on her knees, shifting forward until his cock was notched against her cunt. She inhaled sharply at the foreign sensation, the subtle stretch as she relaxed above him.
“That’s it.” He assured her, raising up to press his lips to the hollow of her throat. “You can do it.”
She basked in the onslaught of sensations she was met with as she sank down onto his cock. There was pressure and the whisper of pain, but there was also pleasure. So much pleasure. “Oh fuck.” She gasped out as her thighs met his once more and every inch of him filled her.
“Look at me,” Erik murmured, tilting her face toward his. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear that slid down her face. “How do you feel?”
“Full.” She huffed, earning her an amused laugh from the man responsible for that feeling. “I never thought I’d have this.”
“You deserved it,” He drawled out as he settled his hands on her hips once more, holding her steady as he rocked upwards, sending a fresh wave of lust through her. “You’re so special.” And for once, she actually felt it.
Erik guided their movements, but Anna Marie still felt as though she was in control. His mouth was eager at her throat, sucking at her pulse point, as his hands skimmed over an expanse of skin that had never known a touch such as that. Her thigh muscles strained with every roll of her hips and she relished the tension she felt.
He snaked a hand between their bodies, teasing that little pearl of pleasure he’d already grown quite acquainted with. She sobbed from pleasure, face pressed into the crook of his neck as he dragged her over the edge again. Only then did he lay her back on the bed and take his own pleasure from her tender, throbbing body. And even as her cunt desperately grasped at his cock, begging him to stay right where he was, Erik was swift enough to spill across her lower belly.
She knew it was smart and safe, but a part of her mourned the loss of discovering what that sensation might feel like.
Erik didn’t flop onto the bed and fall asleep like so many stories made it sound like men did. Instead, he slipped out of the bed and vanished into the bathroom for a handful of heartbeats. When he emerged, he came bearing a wet washcloth that he used to wipe off her thighs and cunt, before washing away the evidence of his own release.
“How was I?” Anna Marie questioned, the words slipping past her lips before she could stop herself.
Erik sat the washcloth on the bedside table and climbed back into the bed with her. The silence dragged between them, but the soft expression he studied her with didn’t make her regret the innocent question.
“You were as much a gift to me, as this night was a gift to you.” He reached out and brushed away a lock of hair that was stuck to her sweaty cheek. “You are special, Anna Marie. A rare delight. A rogue joy in an endless night.”
She laughed. “I used to call myself that.”
“A rare delight?” He smirked.
She playfully swatted at his leg, “Rogue. I always thought it sounded cool.”
“It suits you.”
“Maybe I’ll use it again someday.” She mused, sitting up so she was at eye level with him. “When I finally get out of the Brotherhood.”
“Do I smell dissension among the ranks?”
“I’m tired of being a weapon.” She bristled, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
“Stay here,” Erik suggested, before quickly adding. “For a day or two. I can help you sort through your abilities, so you are better prepared to face the world… and Mystique.”
She gave him a wary look. “Alright.”
“You can leave whenever you want.” He assured her, holding his hands up in a show of peace.
“Just because I can’t knock you with my powers, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to knock you out in other ways.” She wagged a finger at him, even as she crawled towards him. “But right now, it’s still my birthday.”
“It is.” He smirked, eyeing her lips. “Are you having a good birthday, Rogue?”
The sound of that name felt nearly as good as the weight of his hand at her hip. Nearly. “I think this might be the best birthday I will ever have.”
He cupped her cheek and claimed her mouth with another searing kiss, just as he had claimed her. His handprints were burned into her skin now, pressed into places no other hand would ever reach. A closed circuit, or whatever nonsense he’d spouted out before.