Page 13 of Avaritia

“Ah,” said Theon from the middle of the biggest bed I’d ever seen. “Good, you’ve come to service me.”

I blinked at him before looking down at my fuzzy robe, and slippers and then at the staircase behind me. “There’s a staircase directly between our rooms?”

“Of course. You are in the… inamorata suite.”

I burst out laughing before I could stop myself. “Oh my god, I’m in the mistress dungeon for easy access? That’s kind of genius, honestly. Will you be sneaking down to me in the middle of the night, or should I expect summons upstairs?”

“It’s not a dungeon,” Theon spluttered indignantly. Seeing him off-balance really changed his whole face, made him look much younger and more approachable.

Plus, he had such pretty pink eyes. And his horns were so curly.

What did he look like when he was well-fed and at full power?

“I thought I was your prisoner. Surely, you’d want me in a dungeon.”

“I have a dungeon. That is not a dungeon.”

“Right, right. I don’t want to disrespect the courtesan holding cell. Mistress storage closet? Whatever. Let’s do this then. Any preferences? Hard limits? I’m pretty open-minded, but no knotting. I’m saving that for my mate.”

Mostly because I hadn’t encountered anyone I wanted to be physically attached to for longer than five minutes.

Theon harrumphed. “No. You have permission to do whatever is required to adequately feed me.”

“Hot,” I muttered sarcastically, kicking off my slippers and shrugging down my robe.

Theon’s gaze tracked my every movement as I climbed up at the bottom of the bed, crawling up next to his legs. It was more for my benefit than his. I liked putting on a show, and I kind of needed to turn myself on, because Theon wasn’t giving me a whole lot to work with. I mean, yeah, it was hot that he was looking at me, but a little dirty talk wouldn’t have gone amiss. Even better would have been some firm instructions. Or just throwing me down on the bed and having his way with me, but Theon was clearly in no condition for that.

I did appreciate the way his gaze roved over my body, though. That was nice.

“I’m going to touch myself,” I informed him, presenting myself with a little more confidence than I felt. I loved sex, but I absolutely did not love taking the lead. Every moment had me second-guessing, wondering if they were even into me, if I was doing something wrong, if I looked stupid, or if my face was doing something weird.

I loved when my partner took all of that noise away. When they demanded and I submitted, and there was nothing but pleasure.

But, alas, this wasn’t about me. Not this time, at least.

I straddled Theon’s leg, not actually touching him, and slid my hand down my body. Despite the thick layer of awkwardness coating this whole interaction, I wasn’t surprised to find my pussy already damp as I slipped my middle finger inside, dragging my wetness up to my clit.

That was my superpower: my vagina’s Pavlovian response to even the possibility of sex.

“I can already feel it,” Theon rasped. “The power coming from you. Just a taste of it in the air…”

“Maybe you’d feel it more if I was touching you?” I suggested, never entirely sure when the feeding mechanism kicked in.

“Yes, I think so. Sit your cunt on my thigh.”

Say what now?

Maybe I wouldn’t need to take the lead quite as much as I thought. I lowered myself down, spreading my arousal over his leg while I continued to tease circles around my clit. In all honesty, my fingers weren’t doing a ton for me—I’d probably ruined myself with toys over the years because my digits felt weak and insubstantial in comparison—but a warm, solid thigh? Now that I could grind on.

“Move your hand out of the way. Pleasure yourself on me,” Theon demanded.

Oh, now we were cooking with fire.

I didn’t want to brace myself on his body because he looked like I could crush him, so I leaned over slightly to put my palms on the mattress and started rolling my hips, angling my pelvis forward so my clit had some much-needed friction.

Theon inhaled deeply, a low grumbling sound emanating from his chest. “Your scent… Is that fear?”

“Nope. That’s all arousal, my friend.”

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