Chapter 13
When Theo pulled the car up to her apartment, neither of them moved, even after the car had been turned off.
They sat in companionable silence, processing the events of the night. Well, perhaps, the last few days, if Calliope was being honest.
“Can I walk you to your door?” Theo asked, turning to look at her.
The diviner was gone, nestled back in the gallery, but this time, Calliope had chosen to secure it in the vault in the office.
While Pegasus seemed to be not as irritable and angry, she didn’t want to take chances.
Though Theo seemed to think whatever had happened had indeed worked.
He wouldn’t call it magic, but Calliope knew magic was most certainly involved.
But she did not press Theo, instead she leaned back, closed her eyes and listened to the radio as her mate drove her home.
“I’d like that,” she said with a smile as he got out of the car to open her door.
He offered her his hand, and she took it without question.
Suddenly, everything made sense. Her apprehension, her anger toward Chuck.
Her reluctance to see him. The thread between them needed to be cut.
It had affected them both, and now that it was severed, she was free to be with her true divine mate.
Theodore Lange.
Who stood in the face of an angry ex-boyfriend pegacorn and offered him friendship.
It was not the vampire or the hellhound, or the God of War, or the muse herself that had saved them all—including the patrons of the Den of Sin—from a blinding monster. It was the human.
It was Theodore and his heart. The very heart that loved her and challenged her and inspired her.
He truly was her Zorro, sword and all, saving the day.
She reached for his hand as they walked up her sidewalk and her steps. And when he’d reached her porch, he leaned to kiss her and she did not fight it.
She grasped his neck with her hand, kissing him adamantly, with all her might. And just like before, his kiss was perfect. Slow and steady but also warm and seductive and commanding all at once.
He broke away, a faint smile on his face. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as a river.
Calliope’s chest warmed and her spark lit up like a firework all throughout her being. Because she knew his words were true.
“I love you, too,” she said sweetly. “I know it feels odd but... nothing’s ever felt more right.”
Theo smiled, leaning his forehead against hers. “Good night, Princess,” he said, and just as he turned to leave, she grasped his wrist.
“Stay.”
That one word was more freeing than it should have been. Calliope smiled because it felt right, too. She did want Theo to stay. Now and forever.
She tugged Theo by the hand, and he followed without protest.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Calliope nodded. “Oui.”
Theo grinned, his shy, sweet demeanor fading once more, giving way to the seductive, alluring Theo Calliope only wanted to see more of.
She pulled him through her front door, before locking it and turning the lights on. It was strange to think they’d been here not so long ago, but somehow everything was different. They were different.
Calliope smiled as she pulled him close, kissing him slowly.
Theo reciprocated, kissing her back with adamant fervor.
She removed his shirt first, and he worked at the buttons on her jacket.
Her hands made quick work of unbuttoning his jeans, and they leisurely ambled through the living room into her bedroom, discarding their clothes as they went.
They were in their underwear within ten minutes, and had collapsed on the bed nearly instantly.
Theo kissed her reverently. His mouth traveled down her ear to her jaw, to her neck as he pulled her close, spooning her from behind.
Calliope settled into his space as he held her close, burying his face in her hair. He breathed her in and the sound was sweeter than any bell.
His arm slid across her waist, settling over her stomach. His fingers tickled the edges of her panties and she closed her eyes, backing herself up against his cock, smiling when she realized he was already hard and ready.
She wiggled her ass against him as he groaned into her shoulder.
“Do you want to cuddle?” she asked sweetly.
“Cuddling is good. I like cuddling.”
Calliope giggled.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” he asked, his voice quite serious.
“Oui,” she said as she wiggled her ass again against his cock.
Theo let out a deep sigh. “Cuddle fuck then? Meet in the middle?” he asked, his voice tinged with laughter.
But before Calliope could fully answer, Theo had upended her onto her back and was already removing her panties. She watched him, noting the way he moved, the way he carefully touched her, stroked her.
“This doesn’t look like cuddling,” she pouted, but when Theodore found his home between her legs, his tongue and fingers buried inside her, she forgot mostly everything else.
Her hand found his hair and she tightened her grip as his tongue swiped along her sensitive folds before he slipped two fingers inside her.
She ground herself against his torturous fingers and tongue until she was writhing in ecstasy.
And then she’d pushed Theo over onto his back, taking his cock into her mouth in one swift motion.
A few sucks and licks, and he was a goner, moaning out his release as his eyes fell shut.
When they were spent, he wrapped his arm around her once more under the covers, his cock pressed to her seam.
A moment later, she felt him breaching her entrance, and her eyes started to flutter shut.
Theo peppered her neck and jaw with kisses, his cock sliding in easily to her soaked pussy.
Calliope lost herself in the ecstasy. Theo’s slow, smooth strokes were like a lullaby.
“All yours, Calliope,” he whispered as he kissed her ear, thrusting into her, filling her with his release. He did not cry or whimper, but instead, he sighed a sound of deep contentment.
Calliope pushed back against him, relishing in the feel of his warmth ricocheting through her, and her orgasm hit her.
She moaned softly as he held her tight. “All yours, Theodore.
The slumber took them like thieves in a gallery, their hearts beating as one, both of them drifting off, the dawn of a new day on the horizon. And as the sun rose, bathing Calliope’s bedroom in shades of ochre and cadmium, Calliope and Theo found their inspiration once more in each other’s arms.
Thank you for reading Calliope!