The Chilling Change Of Air (Elemental Awakening, Book 3) (11 page)

"Guess," he instructed, the word wrapping around my neck and stroking over my rapidly beating pulse.

Fire flared inside me.
Pyrkagia
, mine and his.

"Theodoros," Aktor's voice warned, but I was losing all perspective.

"Cassandra," Theo urged, sending the flames licking higher and higher. "
Oraia
," he rasped, breaking the spell.

I stood up so quickly my chair fell over. Only then noticing my body shook, my chest heaved and sweat dotted my brow. Not to mention the sensations setting up home in every single erogenous zone I possessed.

Theo's lips parted, he sucked in a desperate cleansing breath of air, and said, voice strained to within an inch of breaking...

"I remember."

Everyone started talking at once, but when Theo's eyes met mine I knew the truth.

He remembered something. He remembered that word. He remembered, I should think, using it in connection to me. But from the look of confusion and desolation in his golden hued eyes, I knew he didn't remember why.

He was
still
not my
Thisavros.

I couldn't stay. I turned on my heel and ran from the room, Theo calling out after me as I pushed through the front doors and kept running.

Of course I forgot the gates and they didn't open automatically for me. Maybe you needed to be the size of a car to activate a sensor pad under the driveway. Maybe someone in the house had to open them and no one was letting the crazy
Aether
out on Wellington's streets. Whatever reason, I was still pounding on it when I heard his footfalls behind me.

I spun around, hands plastered flat at my sides, back pressed into the gate, frantically thinking of where to next.

Where to, Aether?
the Air asked calmly.

So easy, just picture it. So easy. Just picture it.

The copse of trees on Theo's property in Mountain Road, Epsom flooded to the forefront of my mind. Before I could shout out
No!
inside my head, lightning struck.

Theo reached for me, a large hand wrapping around my upper arm as we were sucked through a vortex of wind and ozone and electricity and spat back out onto damp ground under the canopy of big leafy trees.

Welcome home, Aether
the Earth sighed as I groaned, Theo swore and water from a flat leaf above my head decided to deposit its load all over my hair.

"Great," I muttered extricating myself from Theo's grasp.

"Oh, no you don't. I am not letting you get away," Theo growled, reattaching himself to my side.

"Why? Why are you even here?" I said, voice raised.

"Because you are mine," he replied, and then blinked. "I think," he added, and then shook his head.

"Oh, screw you!" I shouted and pushed him hard in the chest.

"You want to fight, little one?" he growled, hauling me with him as he fell backwards onto the ground. I was sure he only fell because he wanted to pull me on top of his body.

He quickly rolled, placing my back to the soil and his chest to mine.

"Then fight," he ordered, Fire flaring from his form and swamping mine.

Vines rose from the grass beneath us, wrapping around our bodies and lifting us into the branches overhead.

"Stunning," he whispered, his eyes flicking from one side of my face to the other, green reflected on his smooth skin. "But I could just burn them."

"I'd like to see you try," I spat back.

Flames licked up from his body, the smell of clothing singing and leaves charring filled my nose. I called on Air, pulling all of the available oxygen from around us, snuffing the flames out. As soon as they extinguished, I urged the atmosphere back to what it was.

"Impressive," Theo purred. "You don't require training at all, it would seem. But can you do it like this?"

Lust burned through me,
Pyrkagia
fuelled and Theo directed. My hand worked its way down his naked chest, over his slim waist and wrapped around his tight arse. He laughed.

"Come on, Casey. Fight me."

So familiar. We'd done this before. But he wouldn't be able to remember. I struggled to remember how it ended myself, I was certain I hadn't won, but then I hadn't been in possession of three
Stoicheio
at the time.

I writhed against him, my legs wrapping around his waist without a thought from me.

"I'm winning," he whispered against my ear. "One
Pyrkagia
prince against an
Athanatos
who wields three Elements. Fight me," he encouraged. "Make it worth my while."

I growled, rolling us over in the vines, making one wrap around his neck as we effected the manoeuvre.

"Better," he rasped, his breaths getting cut off by the noose at his throat.

Then I was licking him. My tongue circling his nipple as my hand slipped between our bodies and found him rock hard.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbled, clearly not realising I'd be so bold. He was fuelling my desire, but he wasn't aware how much of my barrier he'd broken down. How much a naive innocent I no longer was. "Bloody hell," he added. "Harder," he encouraged, losing his battle, handing me the win.

"Fight back," I encouraged in a singsong voice.

"Fuck," he breathed as I stroked him, my teeth biting into his impressive pecs. "Oh, Casey," he breathed as Fire raged between us. "
Oraia
," he begged and something in me broke.

Remember me!

We rolled again, the vines disintegrating as his flames surrounded us, the Air quickly snuffing them out and then the plants re-wrapping us, lifting us higher before we hit the ground. The rapid descent and sudden halt in our free-fall left us both breathless. Or that could have been the
Pyrkagia
we were throwing around the clearing with desperate need.

A wave of pure ecstasy swamped me, taking me higher and higher, arching my back, stilling my hands, leaving my mouth wide open and a cry of blissful release to escape.

He'd done it. He'd pushed hard enough with his
Stoicheio
to get me to succumb. That break I'd felt earlier became a shatter. A million sharp edged shards stabbing at my heart.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "You are so beautiful."

I closed my eyes, thought of the first place I could, which happened to be one of the last we'd been in, and felt the air around us sizzle, that fresh ozone smell invade my nose again, and lightning to strike the ground under where we'd just hovered, covered in vines.

The good news was that we were still covered in vines. The bad news was we were otherwise naked - our clothes all burned off, thank you very much Theo - on top of the kitchen table, wrapped around each other and breathing hard. Flushed, eyes blazing all manner of colours - well for me, Theo's were just gold - gasping for breath and not alone.

A chair moved back from the table making a loud screeching sound.

I opened my eyes to look directly into Theo's. He smiled.

"Well," he said, not moving a freaking inch to cover us up or, I don't know, maybe run us away somewhere to hide. "I understand why now," he whispered.

"You think it's just sex?" I croaked, forgetting our audience right then with the flood of rage that hit me.

Sex was nothing to what we'd had.

"
Oraia
," he purred. "This is not just sex."

"Ahem," Aktor sounded out from across the room. "I'd leave, but you've brought half a forest with you and I can't seem to find my way past. Oh, and you might have buried Nico under a branch somewhere. With any luck, though, Sonya got out. But it would be helpful if you could perhaps check."

"Sonya?" I called.

"I'm fine!" she cried back. "Shocked, but fine. I don't think my eyeballs will recover. And hey! Is that a tattoo on Theo's butt?"

Someone started laughing beneath the table, it sounded distinctly male.

"Nico?" Theo called.

"Every day is an education," Theo's cousin replied. "Sonya, babe? What did your human mind dig up to explain this one?"

"A tree outside the house fell over in the wind, crashing into the kitchen. Theo and Casey just happened to be climbing it at the time."

Silence and then we all started laughing at once.

"Where's Isadora?" Theo asked, as he sat us up, brushing leaves out of my hair and twigs from my shoulders.

I frowned back at him, not for touching me. No. For mentioning the bitch. Couldn't we go five minutes without checking up on her? She
was
a grown-arse woman, as Sonya would say.

Theo smirked, raising an eyebrow at my scowl.

"Cute," he mouthed as Aktor said, "Went after you two. Probably walking the city streets calling your names."

Did he sound amused?

"Didn't she see us disappear in a lightning bolt?" Theo enquired, gripping my hand when I went to climb down from the table and make a hasty retreat up to the bedrooms. He could deal with the forest.

"You've got something here," he whispered as Aktor said, "Yes, but we assumed it would be to somewhere in the city; where did you go? The Botanical Gardens?"

Theo's thumb stroked over my lips, his eyes holding my now wary gaze. He made a sound, and then his mouth pressed into mine, tongue searching entry as his arms wrapped around my shoulders and hauled me hard against his chest.

"Are they making out up there?" Nico demanded from beneath us.

"I'm not looking!" Sonya offered from over by the door.

"Yes," Aktor said as if he'd seen it all before. And he probably had.

"Have we got our Theo back?" Nico asked hopefully, as I found myself getting swept away in a Theo sized tsunami of lust.

No
Pyrkagia
in this one, it was all Theo Peters kissing the living daylights out of me. He groaned when my hands fisted in his hair, waking me up from the moment and making me push back from the embrace.

"This is not finished," he growled quietly at the space I pushed for, staring me down when I glared back.

"Then get a room," Sonya suggested, while Aktor asked, "Are you back, sir?"

I watched as lust and hunger and longing and need slowly seeped from Theo's face and a bone weary exhaustion replaced it. His eyes never left mine when he spoke.

"I remember I used to call Casey,
Oraia
. I'm not sure why, but I know it's my name for her."

He looked sad, and apologetic. I'd known the answer, but hearing it aloud still hurt.

"I don't remember anything else," he admitted quietly.

"Then why are you molesting her?" Sonya demanded, as Aktor said, "This is still good news."

"How is it good?" Nico immediately asked. "It seems fucked in the head to me."

Theo remained silent as his eyes continued to soak up my face.

"It's good because he's remembered something significant, this could be the start of more memory return," Aktor suggested hopefully.

I shook my head. I wasn't hoping for anything anymore. It just hurt.

"So why are you molesting her?" Sonya pushed. I could imagine her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest as she laser beamed Theo in the head from the door. I couldn't be sure, because I couldn't look away. Theo was sucking me into his very soul.

The silence stretched as everyone waited for Theo's reply. Why was the horny prince molesting me?

Well, of course, I'd been molesting him back, but we all knew I was a lost cause.

Then Theo murmured, "Because I find myself falling for her. All over again."

All breath left me. Sonya made an, "Aww" sound as Aktor humphed in satisfaction and I think Nico said something like, "Hot damn." But all I could see was Theo. Not my Theo, but a Theo I could maybe love.

"You're falling for me?" I whispered.

"
Oraia
," he said on a breath of heated air. "Don't sound so surprised. I fell for you once, didn't I? Apparently I frequented your store for a bloody year just to see you each day. There had to be a good reason for me to do that."

"Hear! Hear!" Nico mumbled.

"Of course it was possible for me to fall for you again," Theo whispered, but everyone could hear him. I think they were all straining their ears to be sure, but they could hear. I knew it.

"Oh," I said.

Theo chuckled.

"And then, of course, there's your courage. Your strength. Your ability to fight back when the odds are against you. Your willpower to stay alive. Your loyalty. Even when I'm being an absolute prick, you still look at me as though I'm worthy. Your hair," he added, his hand running through the blonde strands as his eyes darted down to the triangle at the apex of my thighs; he'd always been fascinated with the matching shade between my legs. "Your eyes," he whispered, finally lifting his back up top. "I like the blue, but when I saw the green just now, I almost cried. So beautiful. Do you know they go white when you call Air? A little spooky," he teased. "But I find myself attracted to the unusual."