Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Theo’s chest tightened as he stared across the small distance between him and Lyra. The air between them thickened, the tension racketing up until the rest of the landscape faded away entirely.
“This isn't a good idea,” Theo mumbled, partially thinking about it to himself, and not realizing he said the words out loud. It was a dumb thing to say and even he knew it. They were past disclaimers now. Lyra laughed, her hair shimmering in the moonlight.
“None of this is a good idea,” Lyra agreed, motioning to the river behind them.
“I’m only here because of a pact I made that would kill me if I don't follow through.
You are here because you're cursed. There is a goddess after all of us, now, honestly.
She won't only be after you if she discovers I've made a second deal.” Lyra shrugged. “What does it matter now?”
Theo watched Lyra's lips as she talked, falling under an entirely organic spell. There was no witchcraft in Lyra's words, no tune or hymn falling from her lips that would seduce him. No, he was completely under the spell of a beautiful woman, the most original and ancient kind of witchcraft.
Lyra scooted closer until their thighs touched.
Her skin was smooth and nearly iridescent, begging to be touched, stroked, and kissed.
The place where her thigh touched Theo's now burned like a brand.
She leaned forward gently, leaving just the smallest amount of space between their faces.
All Theo had to do was lean forward, and he could kiss her.
A million thoughts ran through Theo's mind, powered by the racing of his heart. Every beat was turning his veins to liquid fire, writhing in anticipation. The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen was practically in his lap, eager and wanting, pressed up against his side.
She had put the onus of crossing this line on him, her face dangerously close to his, but refusing to make the first move.
Doubts ran through Theo's mind. He considered himself a coward, a surprise burden to his brother, and magically inept. This, however, was a different source of magic, an innate skill.
And Theo knew he possessed that skill, if nothing else.
Theo's hand cupped Lyra's face, and the other went around her waist, tugging her against his body. He kissed her, the last of the hesitation bleeding out of him somewhere onto the wet sands of the riverbank.
The embrace was anything but delicate; it was rough and punishing. Theo held nothing back, teasing his tongue across the seam of Lyra's mouth until she acquiesced, opening up for him. Her legs parted as she straddled his waist, her body beginning to rock in small movements against his.
“Fuck, Theo,” Lyra murmured against his lips, her hands exploring across his chest and playing with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.
Theo could only grunt in response, his senses focused on only one thing in the world: the siren in his lap.
Theo forced himself to pull away from the kiss, his cock growing painfully hard at the upset whimper that came out of Lyra.
“Ssh,” he soothed, leaving open-mouth kisses down her jaw, trailing down her neck. His hands came up and found the hem of her shirt, twisting it in his fists and ripping it open from hem to neckline.
“Theo!” Lyra shrieked playfully, startled but clearly not remotely disturbed or upset.
Theo groaned like a starving man staring at Lyra's chest, her round breasts already pulled taut with arousal.
Her skin glowed everywhere, with a luminousness like a pearl or an abalone shell.
Her body was a cord of muscle, streamlined from days spent swimming and preying on mortal men deemed lesser, and all the blood in Theo's body drained towards his erection.
“Lyra,” he groaned again, sounding almost pained, as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He kept his hands on her waist, gently tilting and grinding her body against his cock, while biting and sucking at her breast. He was desperate to know what she sounded like when she came.
Lyra made a series of gasps and noises, each more desperate and beautiful than the last, until Theo was determined to make the siren sing a very different song.
“Come on.” Theo was breathing heavy as he continued to grind Lyra across his cock. “I’m not stopping until you're desperate.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Lyra hissed, rocking her hips. “Don't be a tease.”
Theo smirked, pleased with himself beyond measure to have the powerful siren in the palm of his hand.
“Not until I make a mess of you, baby,” Theo crooned.
It was more confident and assured than Lyra had ever heard him.
The sudden switch-up was as sexy as it was unexpected.
Without any more hesitation, Theo flipped over.
His arms were tight around Lyra’s waist, keeping her from hitting the ground too hard as he loomed above her.
There was a dangerous look in his eyes Lyra hadn’t seen before. For once, she wondered if this was how her prey felt.
Before she could reflect on it further, Theo pressed an almost sweet kiss to her neck before trailing his way down her body.
A rush of sensations she wasn’t prepared for flooded through Lyra.
The almost tender and reverent way his lips brushed across her skin, as if she was something to be marveled at, a beautiful, reverent thing, not a curse incarnate or a predator capable of rending men limb from limb.
There was a freedom in his movements that enticed her and coaxed her heart to beat faster. She was lost in it, until Theo hitched his hands underneath her thighs and pulled her legs apart. The cool air hit her molten center, and Lyra let out a high-pitched, surprised sound.
Theo chuckled. It was a satisfied sound Lyra hadn’t heard from him before, and she relished in it.
Her amusement was cut short when Theo pressed his mouth between her legs.
His first licks were delicate, almost teasing, as if he was testing her.
He’d press harder and then back off, paying close attention and circling her clit without touching it.
It only took a few minutes to work Lyra into a desperate mess. She was grinding against his face, weaving her hands through his hair and tugging him closer to her pussy.
Theo laughed under his breath as her legs tightened around his head, the vibrations pushing Lyra further and further towards her peak.
He ate her like a starving man, relishing every lick, suck, and flick of his tongue, swallowing her arousal down as though it was the greatest thing he had ever tasted.
Lyra didn’t know how long the exquisite torture went on. The sensations he invoked in her richoeted throughout her entire body. In the back of her mind, she worried about choking him, but then his tongue would dip into her entrance, and her priorities would immediately rearrange themselves.
“What do you need?” Theo gasped, pulling away from her overheated skin and weeping cunt.
“F-fingers,” Lyra choked out. She needed to feel him inside her, in any way possible.
Theo smiled, gently rearranging himself between her legs.
He wrapped one hand around her thigh and stuck two fingers into his mouth.
He made a wicked show of sucking them, coating them in his own spit.
Judging by her arousal smeared over his lips and chin, there was absolutely no need for this, other than exhibitionism.
Lyra’s head fell back, moaning as Theo slipped two fingers inside of her. He bent down and resumed his efforts, perfectly coordinating the curling motion of his fingers to the alternating licks and sucks he deftly delivered to her clit.
Lyra’s release hit her like a tidal wave.
The muscles in her body seized as she trembled in Theo’s grasp.
The only sound in her head was the thunderous pounding of her own pulse.
Every other bodily sensation and each of her senses were completely oblierated by the blinding intensity of her own pleasure.
Lyra didn’t know how long it lasted, only that she bathed in it, relishing it, letting her orgasm carry away some of the tension that had taken up residence between her shoulderblades.
She collapsed back on the ground with a satisified sigh. Theo sat up and started laughing.
“Excuse you?” Lyra peeked one eye open, still wrung out on the soft bank of the river. Theo wiped some of her release off his chin, looking down at the wet patch covering most of his shirt.
“You made a noise like you were dying,” Theo smiled at Lyra, lying down next to her, “and then made the cutest little sigh as you came back to. It was adorable.”
“Oh god,” Lyra groaned, rolling her eyes. She pretended to try and move away from Theo. “All right, you’ve ruined the moment. Never call me or my orgasms ‘cute’ ever again.”
Theo bit his lip, smirking and trying to keep his laughter to a minimum. He wrapped his arms around Lyra and pulled her closer to him, rejoicing internally when she didn’t protest.
“Of course,” he pretended to agree solemnly. “You’re always terrifying. The scariest.”
“That’s better,” Lyra huffed. Her indignation was greatly outweighed by the way she curled into Theo’s chest and fell asleep.