The Soothing Scent Of Earth (Elemental Awakening, Book 2) (28 page)

Good point. I held his determined gaze, then couldn't help reaching up and trying to smooth some of the wrinkles. His lips tipped up into a smile at the contact.

"You can't help yourself," he murmured. "Your
Pyrkagia
side craves touch."

"I'm not so sure it's just the
Pyrkagia
in me that makes me want to continually touch you. I wanted to before I found my Fire."

"Did you?" he said, leaning into my hand like a cat seeking comfort. "I beg to differ. You were so shy. I could see the desire to do so, but now your
Pyrkagia
gives you the push you have always needed."

He was right. I had been shy. Too much had transpired for shyness to have a place in my heart anymore. Life was too unpredictable for me to not take every opportunity to grasp what I wanted most. Theo.

"You may have created a monster," I whispered, my finger trailing down his cheek, over his jaw, and coming to rest above my faded
Pyrkagia
mark.

"
I
created, Cassandra?"

"
Aether
aside, I am your creation, Theo. You drew me out of myself right from the start."

"Ah," he breathed, finally lifting his hand to stroke my skin in return. He chose to
touch
my neckline, just above my breasts. "You did show such delicious promise when I visited your store."

Yes, I could see how he would think that. The only time I have ever been able to flirt was with Theo. No man has ever gotten the response to their advances that Theo did. And yet, back then, I had still been unable to fully let go. Was my confidence now something he had nurtured, or was he right? Had I embraced the part of me that was
Pyrkagia?

Isadora's hate-filled words sprang to mind. Uninvited, but crystal clear.
Of course, with you he could just mould you into whatever he needs.
I gave myself a little shake. I would not let that woman continue to place a wedge between us. She was no longer here. No longer our concern. We'd never return to Auckland, and her area of expertise was spying on the
Gi
. Not the
Aeras
where we were headed.

"Maybe it's a little of both," I said aloud, although the thought had been in my head and wasn't meant to come out.

"Both?" Theo queried, finger dipping beneath the sheet, teasing.

I smirked at the direction of his touch. Not exactly subtle.

"Maybe I've grown as a woman, because of both your guidance and my
Pyrkagia
side. Maybe I wouldn't be as bold as I am without one or the other."

"Bold? How bold?"

I struggled to contain a laugh at his eager expression. Forcing a serious mask on my face, I asked, "Shouldn't we get going? The longer we stay..."

He cut me off. "I need a reward for my vigilance last night. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh, of course!" I exclaimed, the laugh bubbling closer to the surface. "How do you think this reward should be given?"

"Well," he said, moving to lie on his back and placing his hands behind his head, almost expectantly. "See anything you like?"

My gaze flowed over his still sheet covered body, my hand hanging suspended in mid-air as he'd moved
away
from my touch. When my eyes landed on his tented erection I smiled.

"Now what could that be?" I murmured, and watched as it jerked beneath the sheet.

"Why don't you investigate, slake that curiosity," Theo suggested, mildly. All the while his erection seemed to be getting bigger.

"Hmm, why don't I?" I replied, reaching for the sheet and slowly, so very slowly, lifting it off his body to reveal the prize beneath.

God, he was perfection personified. Beauty wrapped up in a bronzed skin. Toned, buffed, sculpted, call it what you will, he was faultless. Man was moulded in Theo's image, and never quite to the same exacting standards since. No one looked as utterly beautiful as him.

I think I stared for a full minute, mouth slightly parted, eyes wide and lust filled. He let me, a small smirk playing on his lips, a flash of orange-yellow shining in his eyes. His lids fluttered, growing heavy with arousal. His erection doing the opposite, seemingly growing bigger and harder under my gaze.

"Well?" he husked. "Find anything that inspires?"

Ah-ha, yes, definitely feeling inspired 'round about now. I licked my lips, Theo let out a little moan.

"Casey," he murmured. "What do you do to me with just one look?"

My eyes flicked back up to his, seeing hunger, desire, a need that matched my own. Laced with a delicious amount of anticipation. He was almost panting for my touch, for my lips right
there
. Fighting the urge to beg, to plead, to
ask
.

But part of the fun
was
his direction, was the seductive purr of words that fell from his lips. I may have been much more capable of flirting with him, and seeing that flirtation through to completion, than I had ever been before. But I still needed him to guide me. I still
wanted
him to guide me. And I wasn't ashamed to admit that.

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered, kneeling beside his hip, right where I knew he wanted me closest.

He closed his eyes, as though in some sort of pain. I watched mesmerised as my question and proximity slowly destroyed all carefully constructed control.

"You want me to tell you," he surmised, not opening his eyes yet. But he understood me, he'd understood me from the very start. Yes, I had grown in confidence. But my pleasure was gained through his direction. Without it I would manage, have some fun, enjoy myself. With it... I would fly.

He slowly spread his legs, and then murmured, "Kneel between my thighs, face towards me."

I shifted to follow the command, settling into position above his erection, feeling my nerves spark to life along my skin and saliva to pool in my mouth at the prospect of tasting him. He moved himself up the bed to a more upright position, his back resting against the headboard, so he'd be looking down at the proceedings, at my hair as it fell over his stomach and legs. At my mouth as it slowly slipped over his heated flesh.

"Lick your lips," he husked. "And move up onto your knees."

I did as instructed, hovering over his erection, waiting impatiently for the next order, which would hopefully involve my lips on his skin.

"Spread your thighs slightly," he said, voice lower than I'd heard it in a while. But his request surprised me, why spread my thighs? For better balance.

With a mental shrug I did as I was told, feeling cool air wash across my already moist folds. I felt a pulse beat between my thighs and had to stifle a gasp.

"That's it," he husked. "Now lean forward and lick the length of my cock. Top to bottom."

Oh, God. I never used words like that inside my head, but coming from Theo it sent my arousal through the roof. I hummed as my tongue laved a wet path down his thick length.

When I reached the base, Theo rasped, "Suck my sac, take it completely into your mouth."

Oh freaking hell. Could I come from his words and what I was doing? Without his touch, physical or
Pyrkagia
, between my thighs?

The sensation of sucking his sac into my mouth was so deliciously illicit and foreign, my body began to tremble with my need to find release.

"Roll my balls around on your tongue," Theo ordered, his breaths uneven, his voice a rough gasp. "Oh,
Aetheros
yes! Like that. Suck, Casey." A groan, rock of his hips, then rasped, "Now my cock. Do the same."

I moaned my approval as I licked up the other side of his shaft, then flattened my tongue on the broad tip. Before Theo could complain about my slight deviation from the instruction, I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly lowered them, sucking my cheeks in as I took more and more.

"Oh,
Oraia
. You look so beautiful taking me like that."

He shifted slightly above me, but I was too busy to lift my eyes to see what he was doing. Too content concentrating on my task. He tasted enticing, a flavour I was sure made just for me. Slightly salty, mixed with the musk of man, and that ever present scent of rosebuds in Spring and Mediterranean spice. Theo's scent. Sending me into a dizzying spiral of arousal.

"You like this," he said above me, that cocky, self-assured tone in his voice. "Cassandra," he purred. "You're so wet."

I did lift my eyes to his on those words. Seeing his gaze focused over my head and not on me, I released my hold on him and looked over my shoulder. Hanging right across from the bed, on the far wall, was a long mirror. And reflected in the glass was me. Knees spread, back bowed over an erect Theo,
everything
on display. And yes, I was very wet indeed.

"Theo!" I chastised, returning my attention to him. He shrugged, as if to say,
what ya gonna do?

With a chuckle he said, "Do you want to stop,
Oraia?"

I raised an eyebrow and returned to my task. He wanted a show, he'd get one.

Several seconds of my undivided attention on his more than impressive erection and Theo was putty in my hands. Still issuing the odd command, "Harder. Faster. Oh, fuck yes, like that. All the way, Cassandra. Right to the back of your throat. Yes!" But still holding out on giving over to his fervent desire to find release.

Knowing Theo he had a plan. Something involving my satisfaction as well, no doubt. But I had other ideas. With his hips rocking, his breaths panting, and his voice a husky rasp, I slipped my hand between my legs and ran a finger through my folds. For a second he didn't say or do anything in reaction to what I had started to seek on my own. Then, maybe because he'd just reopened his eyes, he groaned, bucked and swore in Greek.

Oh, yes! The Greek was out, I was almost there. Theo was about to lose it big time.

My finger, coated in my juices, slid inside deliciously slowly, and then started up a rhythm that matched the slide of his shaft across my lips.

"
Aetheros!
Casey!" he cried.

Two fingers, and the well placed rubbed on my thumb and I was moaning along with him.

"Deeper," he husked. Clearly riveted to the mirror now. "Can you manage three?"

My fingers were no where near as big as his, so three fingers slid in with relative ease. Still stretching me deliciously wide, still making me hum and groan and buck against my own hand.

"How close?" he breathed unsteadily.

I nodded my head to indicate I was almost there, but didn't stop my sucking and stroking of his shaft, as well as my own ministrations.

"I'm going to come hard,
Oraia
," he moaned. Yeah, me too. There was something altogether erotic about what we were doing, and we hadn't used an ounce of
Pyrkagia.

For some reason that thought did it for me.
Pyrkagia
induced orgasms were unbelievably good, but knowing Theo and I could lose ourselves to just each other's touch was... magnificent.

I moaned as the orgasm claimed me, making me buck against my fingers and hand, imagining them being Theo's. My cries of release made my lips vibrate against his hard length, as I continued to rock above him. From his reaction, he definitely approved.

Words tumbled across his lips in Greek, as he bucked, shouted out a sound of victory, and then began to spill his seed. The first drop coated my tongue and then I was hauled up his legs and chest and being kissed so hard, as his release continued to pulse between our bodies.

Still determined to protect me from swallowing, I think. And there was something sexily chivalrous about that, which was soon replaced with carnal thoughts, as the kiss deepened and my toes curled and the orgasm that had just left me turned into a rush of sated sparks, making goosebumps appear all over my body.

"Theo," I breathed against his lips, as his hip thrusts slowed and his moans of ecstasy levelled out.

"Casey," he almost whimpered against me, bringing his forehead forward and resting it next to mine. "My beautiful, clever, talented little
Gi
. I love you."

My lips curved into a well deserved smile. Theo sounded completely bowled over, as though he couldn't believe his luck.

"I love you, too," I whispered, laying a soft kiss against his lips. His arms squeezed tighter about my waist and his mouth pressed harder into mine, tongues tangling, legs tangling, body tangling. Perfect.

Several minutes passed as we explored each other's lips, our heartbeats returning to somewhat of a normal pace, and our breaths settling into manageable pants.

"Come on, you," he urged, when we'd stopped kissing and just lay tangled for a while. My head on his chest, his fingers running through my hair, our bodies flush against each other, almost glued together. "Let's get washed up and then I'm afraid we're going to have to make a run for it."