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"You have no reason to fear me," he said as if reading every thought and emotion that wracked me. I blinked up through my lashes meeting his blue eyes. His ring-clad hand trailed up the center of my chest, right between my breasts until his fingers were gently closing around my throat. "You're the only soul in this world who should never fear me."
For a moment, I just stared at him, at a complete loss for words. What did he mean? Why me?
"I don't understand you at all," I said finally, shaking my head.
"You don't need to understand me," he replied without missing a beat. "In fact, why don't you try thinking withthisa little less?" he said, tapping my temple with his pointer finger, "and followthisa little more." His fingers left my throat as he skimmed his palm back down my chest, settling over my heart. I was about to roll my eyes and push him off of me, when suddenly, his knee came up gently between my thighs, pressing against me just right.
I whimpered at the sensation, and it took everything in me not to grind down on his leg. Theodore pulled back a little, his lips curling into an amused smile as he watched me struggle to keep my composure. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and tried hard not to squirm too much under his touch.
"You're enchanting when you try to resist the things you want." He chuckled before taking hold of my chin firmly between his fingers and pulling me in for a rough, punishing kiss. My arms wrapped around him instinctively as I melted into it. His lips were warm and soft, tasting like wine and something sugary sweet.
He pulled back, leaving me breathless, my head spinning and my phantom heart racing. His eyes flitted between mine. Back and forth, as if he was contemplating something.
"I'm going to make you scream tonight," he whispered huskily as he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up onto his hips, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. "And then maybe you'll finally understand why the living can no longer satisfy you."
Something inside me snapped. Whatever composure I'd been desperately trying to cling to, whatever tether that held me back disappeared. I wanted this. I wanted him. Even if I might regret it later.
He must have seen the decision in my eyes, because blackness swallowed that burning blue in his, and the glowing skull was back, illuminating his velvety dark skin. A rush came over me, and a sudden need to be touched consumed my body and mind. I needed his touch like a fucking drug.
"That's a good girl," he whispered against my lips, right before he crushed them with his own.
My body vibrated with pleasure as Theodore's hands roamed over me, gripping onto my hips and pressing me tighter against him. I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing into my core through our clothing, making me ache for more. His kisses trailed down from my lips to the sensitive spot on my neck that always drove me wild.
I ran my palms over his broad shoulders, letting my fingers dip beneath the open shirt he wore. His naked chest was on display, his dark skin glowing in the warm light. I was pinned against the wall by his hips, and I couldn’t help but grind down on the hardness pressing against me. It felt so fucking good. My eyes were already rolling back in my head, and we hadn't even done anything.
I was lost in his kiss when I felt his hand snake down between us. I gasped as he cupped my bare pussy. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and suddenly I was grateful for that. My moans were the only sound in the quiet room, save for the distant hum of carnival music coming from the halls of the funhouse. Theodore ground the heel of his palm against my clit rhythmically, coaxing gasps from my lips.
I needed more, but I didn’t know how to ask for it. This wasn’t just any man. This was Met Kalfou. He was an immortal spirit of the crossroads with immense power, wisdom, and darkness inside of him. I could feel that power thrumming under his skin, my fingertips buzzing with vibrations.
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll gladly give it to you,” he whispered against my lips. His palm never stopped working me. I was in a near frenzy, my hips thrusting against him frantically.
“I need to come,” I whined. I could feel euphoria building inside me, wanting to burst free. “Please—”
His throaty laugh made me shiver with pleasure. “I think I like it when you beg, sweet Mori.” He pulled his palm from my soaked pussy, and I wanted to scream and beg him not to stop. My eyes popped open and met his. He was grinning wickedly, and it did all kinds of things to my insides. “Beg some more for me.”
“Please…” I breathed out without hesitation. “Theo, please…” His dark eyes glittered, and his smile grew as the name slipped out. Was I giving a god nicknames now?
His hand dipped lower again, but this time, his fingers slipped through my lips, coating themselves in my wetness. He wore several thick rings, and the coolness of the metal made me jolt my hips. In seconds, two fingers were inside me. I groaned, letting my eyes fall closed as I rested my forehead on Theo’s shoulder. His fingers pumped in and out, the heel of his palm once again hitting my clit.
“You thought you could tease me by fucking Bael,” he said against the shell of my year. I stilled, but his fingers never stopped moving. He maintained his pace, never once letting up. “You looked into my eyes while his cock was deep inside you. Tell me, were you imagining how it would feel to have us both?”
The mental image of that scenario was almost too much to handle. I’d been replaying that night in my head over and over again, and I couldn’t even lie. Ihadpictured what it would be like to have them both. Two sets of hands, two tongues, and two cocks.
“Did you like what you saw?” I found myself asking between heavy, panting breaths.
His answering growl as his fingers sped up brought a wicked smile to my lips. “I’ve never had a woman test me the way you do. It’s infuriating, but somehow I find myself craving more.”
I clawed at his shoulders as I rode his fingers, moaning now, writhing, and fucking. I needed so much more. I craved it like a fucking drug. Oblivion was so close, I could taste it. “I’m a selfish god, but I’m also generous," he said. "Watching you with my oldest, most trusted friend only made me want you more. I want to hear you scream while we’re deep inside you. I crave the taste of your sweet cunt, dripping with your need for us.”
“Oh fuck—” I shut my eyes tight again as waves of intense pleasure rolled through me. His words were tantalizing, and the picture they painted was like some kind of dark, twisted fantasy come to life.
“In time, sweet Mori. In time, I will fuck you. You’ll writhe on my cock until you can feel me in the depths of your fucking soul.”
I came on his fingers hard, a burst of wetness coating his palm as my thighs shook around his waist. The pressure was so intense that I could barely hold onto him. His fingers kept moving, pumping in and out of me, his palm grinding against my throbbing clit as I rode out my orgasm.
He was whispering words into my ear in Haitian Creole, something I only half understood. They were musical and lilting, coaxing out moans and sighs as he slowed his movements. His fingers pulled out of me, gently rubbing back and forth through my slickened lips, spreading wetness over my sensitive clit until my hips jolted from the overpowering sensations.
It was too much, and yet I wanted more. I collapsed against his chest as the last of my orgasm rolled through me, shuddering in pleasure as he held me close while whispering sweet promises into my ear. The thought that I could have this feeling for an eternity if I stayed here gave wings to the most wicked desires of my heart.
