Chapter 4 #2
The guilt and shame hit him all at once.
He could not look at her, for fear of the sympathy, the judgment that would be there, because he was far too close to the edge and he knew he would fail Calliope just as he had Emily.
He would never be enough. He was not going to be able to get her there at this point, like he wanted to. Like she deserved.
His oversensitive cock was going to ruin everything. Again.
The words of his past swirled to the surface, threatening to take him under.
I told you not to come yet!
Why can’t you wait? What’s wrong with you?
Again Theo?
You need to learn how to control yourself.
Callie’s movements slowed down, but she didn’t stop. She slowly rode him, her fingertips trailing over his chest softly before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Each thrust became another shattering crack to the breaking glass holding Theo together.
She grabbed his jaw with one hand, her voice warm and smooth and too hard to fight.
“Theodore, look at me.”
Theo opened his eyes, finding her amber ones gazing back at him, and a jolt of energy ricocheted through him like lightning, lighting up every nerve, every vein in his body. His vision flickered violet for only a split second, a trick of the light he garnered.
In her gaze, he could see his reflection. There, he noted the desperation, the need etched in his own.
He hated it.
But the way Calliope was looking at him told him she didn’t. Not one bit.
Hunger blossomed inside of him, awakening like a monster from hibernation.
“You said I am yours. That I could have whatever I want. Did you not?” Her voice was like a lullaby, tempting and comforting. He nodded.
“Yes.” He did not miss the way his voice shook. “Anything,” he murmured.
Her thumb stroked his jaw before sliding over his lips. “I want you to come, Theo. For me.” Her words were solid, unwavering. It wasn’t a request, it was a command.
Something switched inside Theo, perhaps the lock on his monster’s cage.
For Calliope’s words were like a spell, a promise, a balm to his soul.
He knew he should not trust her so easily, in the back of his mind, he knew this.
He knew that he was dancing on a tightrope, and something told him it was about to snap.
But for the first time in his life, Theo felt like perhaps if he fell, he’d be all right. Because someone would catch him.
Calliope would catch him.
“I want you to come with me,” she whispered against his lips.
Theo’s breath hitched in his throat. He could barely breathe. He nodded as tears fell down his cheeks. Her command was more freeing than either of them could understand at the moment.
The words fell out of his mouth of their own volition. “As you wish, Princess.” His voice sounded strange, even to his own ears. He kissed Calliope, hard, and his body loosened as he let go, giving in to her demand, freeing the monster and the hurricane inside of him with one hard thrust.
Theo’s orgasm hit him like a brick to the stomach as he unraveled inside her.
Every bone in his body turned to Jell-O. His muscles felt liquefied. Energy barreled through him, lighting him up like a display of fireworks. The tightness in his chest spread and it was like he had become someone else.
Yet despite the numbness in his limbs, the energy spurred him forth like an adrenaline rush as he lunged forward, upending Calliope once more onto the hardwood floor beneath them.
Paint spattered from the tubes beneath them, staining their skin shades of red and green and purple and everything in between.
Calliope wrapped her legs around Theo’s waist as he continued his thrusts into her, riding out the tidal wave of pleasure that felt more freeing than anything he’d ever felt before. He wanted to drown in it.
And for the briefest moment, that is what Theo did.
He lost himself in everything. Her kiss, her warmth, her touch, even the cool paint against his flesh as her body moved, spreading it like ivy along abandoned brick walls.
He didn’t know where he began, or where she ended.
All he knew was that one word that kept repeating in his brain. The one that made no sense.
Mate.
Something inside him longed to say it. But instead, he said, “All mine.”
“All yours,” Calliope whispered as she came undone around him.
And as she did so, Theo could have sworn the earth was quaking beneath them.
Calliope’s voice was breathless. “Good boy,” she whispered.
Theo let out a heavy sigh, his entire body melting into Calliope’s warmth. He thought perhaps he was dreaming.
Because those words settled everything inside of him.
All yours.
Good boy.
Theo let out a sigh of relief as he kissed her again.
They rolled onto their side, legs and arms clutching one another, spreading paint and desire along their bare skin like a masterpiece.
When their lips broke apart, and Theo removed himself from Calliope’s warmth, the world shifted on its axis.
Or at least, that was how it felt for Theodore as he pulled her close, as he collapsed onto his back, his wet cock falling against his stomach, leaving trails of moisture along his skin.
Calliope curled close to him, resting her head on his chest, and he held her close to his side as the darkness took them both past the point of no return.