Chapter 42 #2
I met his gaze without any fear or hesitation and held that stare as I reached for the hand on my thigh. Slowly, ever so slowly, I took his fingers in mine and gently guided them against my skin, pushing them right to the spot between my legs where I needed him most.
“No more time,” I told him, shaking my head. “It's been long enough.”
He breathed me in sharply, a sudden gasp in the quiet room.
But whatever he saw in my eyes must have been enough to convince him how important this choice was for me, because the tether on his control snapped in an instant.
With an arm around my back, he flipped us, laying me against the duvet of our bed as his capable fingers began to work that bundle of nerves over the lace of my undergarments.
I moaned instantly at the sensation, fiery licks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
His mouth trailed a line of hot kisses down my jawline and throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his thick length against my thigh. “You have no idea how badly I've wanted you these past months.”
I pulled the hem of my shirt, desperate to have it off of me, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Clay seemed to share the need, because he grasped two fistfuls of it and pulled, tearing the fabric clean up the middle as he leaned back and took in the sight of my bare breasts before me.
“And did you think of me?” he asked, grey eyes sparking golden. “Did you dream of me?”
My tongue felt too large, limbs too heavy.
The terrors of the past few months faded away under his gaze until there was only this moment and the desperate hunger I felt for him.
My core was on fire, my blood molten lava.
I was a wire pulled too taut. A volcano just waiting to erupt.
I nodded up at him, grasping onto my own breasts as I did, taking their peaks between my fingers.
Gods, I needed that touch. He watched me teasing myself, lips quirking in satisfaction.
“Touch me,” I begged.
He reached forward, and I practically bucked off the bed as he grasped onto my wrists, pulling them above my head and keeping them locked there.
“Not yet, love,” he breathed into my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “I have more questions.”
Questions? What questions possibly mattered at a time like this?
I was past the point of conversation.
“When you thought of me,” he continued, stopping only to trail his tongue down the center of my chest while his free hand returned to the apex of my thighs.
Expertly, he pushed aside the lace separating us and ran his fingers through my folds, covering them in the wetness that was already beginning to gather before he circled them against my clit, alternating between unbearable speed and even more agonizing slow strokes.
“Did you most often think of this? Did you imagine my fingers pushing into you?”
He plunged a finger to the knuckle inside me as his thumb continued to work that perfect pace. I whimpered, pushing harder against his touch.
“Or did you think of my mouth? Did you imagine yourself riding my tongue?”
Yes. That. All of it.
He nipped at the skin of my hip, the bite a perfect mixture of pain-laced pleasure.
“Clay.” There was a demand in my voice. A call for action that was rewarded by a second finger joining the rhythm that he pushed in and out of me.
“No,” he mused, pushing into a kneel so that he could stare down at me once more. “I know what my Goddess likes best. You thought of me fucking you with my cock. That's what you wanted on those nights alone when your body hungered for me.”
“Yes,” I told him, rising onto my elbows, a dare in my eyes. “So, are you going to give me what I want?”
He laughed, teeth scraping against his lower lip. “Oh, love... I'm going to give you everything we both need and more.”
He said it like a warning, as if I should be careful what I was asking for, but I knew what I was requesting. I knew exactly what he could do to me, how he could drive me out of my mind with pleasure. But it was his exact brand of insanity that I was craving.
I reached for the laces of his trousers, taking my time with them. “Call me by my name?”
Theadora.
A name that I chose.
It wasn't given to me by Hyrax.
It wasn't a title that came with expectations or rules.
It was mine.
And here in this room, we would just be Clay and Thea only.
He nodded, black veins trailing up his bare torso as he curled his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. “As you wish, Theadora.”
I lost myself in his kiss. It was a delicious push and pull, a merging of two souls that were meant to be one. His skin was feverish, nearly burning, but it was a heat I longed for. It only left me feeling closer to the edge.
Gods, I was so close already, and I still hadn't even gotten him out of his trousers.
I fumbled with the laces, my thoughts so muddled with lust and distracted by his lips moving against mine that I couldn't seem to manage to undo them.
A knock sounded at the door, crashing through my daze.
Clay jolted back, glaring at the door with barely contained anger. “Not now!”
The knocking paused. Clay returned his attention to me. I reached for his laces once more.
The banging on the door resumed.
Clay's exhale blew a plume of smoke around me. “Do not move. If I kill whoever it is, we can resume as if nothing happened.”
Biting down on my lip, I sat up further, patting his chest twice. “It could be important.”
“This is arguably more important,” he protested as I stood and searched for another one of his discarded shirts.
The knocking only intensified.
Clay dropped his head, scraping a hand down his face with an irritated sigh. “Fine. I will be there in a moment!”
I couldn't stop my soft giggle as I pushed my arms through the sleeves of his shirt and let it fall over me. His eyes trailed over my thighs as he stood, hunger still clear in his heated gaze and locked jaw.
After a moment, he shook his head and worked to adjust himself so that the bulge in his trousers wasn't nearly as obvious.
“Come in!” Clay ordered, returning to a seated position and lifting his left leg so that his ankle rested over his knee.
The door flew open in a rush, and my heart skipped a beat as I took in the familiar tall frame and perfectly combed brown hair.
“Elaina!”
In an instant, I had my arms around her so tightly that I nearly dragged her over the threshold.
She was stiff in my arms, returning my hug for only a moment before she pulled back with a tight smile. “It's lovely to see you.”
Her eyes darted to Clay, who frowned when he took in the tension in her shoulders and worry in her eyes.
“I'm so sorry to bother you both. I had no choice.”
Clay stood, any concern about modesty forgotten. “What's wrong?”
Her brows pinched together. “It's Camilla. There's something wrong with her, I think, and I don't know how to help her. Please, Clay, I need you to help her for me.”