Page 49 of A Reign of Storm and Madness

Warm fingers span outward, stretching until he’s nearly engulfing the entire width of my stomach, from hipbone to hipbone, from thumb to pinky. Wetness gushes down below, soaking my thighs and his chin. My lips are parted, but the noise locks in my throat as Theos finally pulls back.

Unlike the last time, though, he doesn’t make me come with his mouth and he doesn’t feed me my own juices. Instead, he lifts me off the bed and turns, sitting down with me on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Kiera.” My name is a prayer on his tongue and I close my eyes as pain hits me in the chest, the sound more akin to the wishes and hopes our mortal ancestors once sent up to the Gods. Before they answered. Before they came down and ruined everything.

Shit. “Don’t look at me like that,” I warn him, covering his eyes with one of my hands even as I tremble in his arms.

His lashes flutter against my palms. The hands holding my ass in his grip slip away, tearing open the front of his trousers and freeing his cock. It juts up from the light dusting of hair. My eyes lock onto it as my fingers fall away from his eyes. I swallow and bite down on my lower lip as Theos takes himself in hand, gripping the base of his shaft and stroking it up once and then back down.

“You said the words,” he whispers.

I had … simply because I’d seen the need in his eyes and the hurt that would happen if I refused him again. Gods, I’m a fucking idiot.

“Theos, there’s no future here,” I tell him, still trying to be honest—or at least as honest as I can be. There is no future between us, not with the brimstone shard in my neck, the contract containing my blood, the debt hanging over my head, and the fact that I’m here in this Academy under false pretenses.

“I don’t care.”

Oh, Theos…

I close my eyes, blocking out the image of him staring up at me beseechingly.

“Even if this is all we have,” he murmurs, leaning forward to touch his lips to mine. I feel so cold inside, crueler than I ever have been before. “Let me have it. I’ll mourn you later.”

He’ll mourn me … because he still thinks I’ll die far sooner than him. Because Kalix is right, I’m a fucking liar.

Hating myself for being unable to deny him again, even if I want to shove him away, I bend my head and kiss him back. His cock throbs against my lower belly and lifting up onto my knees, I let him guide it towards my opening.

The moment I feel the head of him at my entrance, I press down, lowering myself onto his lap. His cock fills me, the slide of him into my inner depths slow and even. A whimper escapes me and flows into him as his hands move back to my ass, gripping, kneading.

“All the way, Dea,” Theos grits out, using his hold on me to slam himself all the way to the hilt.

I cry out as the feeling of him hitting somewhere deep within me coils up through me. With one hand on my ass, and the other snaking up my back to slide through my hair, gathering it into a fist, Theos directs me up and down. Much like riding a horse—only naked and on a Mortal God male—I ride Theos until sweat sticks to my skin, eradicating all the good the bath had done before.

“Yes, just like that,” Theos urges, thrusting his hips up into me harder. “Fucking take me deep. So good.” He kisses my lips, my jaw, my throat.

My skin feels too flushed, hot, and heating further. I can’t breathe. My body is tingling all over. Little zings are shooting up and down my spine, collecting in each of the places he’s touching as if the strange sensations are drawn specifically to him. The room blurs at the edges and I cling to him.

“Can you feel it, Kiera?” he asks.

Feel it? I can’t feel anything—nothing save for him and the way he’s driving my body into the fiery surface of the stars.

The room spins and for a moment I think I’ve finally lost it—that my head has cracked and I’m falling—but then my back hits the mattress and I realize that’s not the case. Lifting my leg over his shoulder and standing at the edge of the bed, Theos thrusts into me, powering forward as his hands fall to my hips, dragging me to the edge and keeping me captive on the precipice.

Air saws in and out of my throat, raw and painful. Still, I cry out in the most blissful agony I’ve ever felt.

“So sweet for me,” Theos hisses through his teeth, thighs still moving. When his thumb touches my clit, right above where we’re connected, my entire being seizes. When he eases off, I nearly sob in desperation. My nails scratch the blankets and I arch up, locking onto his forearm, ready to drag him back.

“You want to come?” he asks.

Delirious, I answer. “Yes, yes, I—”

“Then tell me, Dea,” he says leaning forward as he bottoms out, his cock cutting through me until there’s no more room for anything else and my lower belly starts to ache. “What are you hiding from me?”

“What?” I gape at him, my mind trying to catch up with this sudden turn.

He flicks my clit and I jolt, nails biting down harder. Blood begins to flow and we both ignore the streaks dripping from his arms. He’ll heal soon enough without a healer.

“What. Are. You. Hiding. Dea?” Each word is punctuated by a fresh withdrawal and thrust.

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