Chapter Fourteen

 

THEA

 

Thea didn’t know what to expect the next time she saw Cam. To say that she was confused by his behavior would be an understatement—she was puzzled and utterly lost about what had happened, why he’d left. One moment he’d been about to fuck her and the next he was gone, practically running out the door to get away from her. At first, she’d wondered what she did wrong and then she was just pissed.

For an angel, it was shocking he couldn’t even be upfront with her. Passion fueled those kisses, more than she thought he could muster. His body had felt so good against hers and his cock had been magnificent, long, thick, and smooth—the kind of equipment women fantasized about but rarely found. Thea had been looking forward to experiencing it and then he had abandoned her.

Soon enough, her anger calmed. What if he couldn’t have sex? He told her all angels have different needs and said he didn’t connect to the Stream. Maybe he didn’t need sex at all. Maybe all that mate talk was about companionship. Yet, every time she thought about his kiss, his tongue on her nipples, his fingers inside her; it seemed unlikely he was unable to go that extra step further.

She was surprised when he showed up at her door two days later. When she opened it, his eyes locked on hers. Something passed through them—lust, need, and shame all at once. Then it was gone, and his face had gone cold.

“Should we start?” He walked inside before she’d even invited him in. Thea narrowed her eyes at his back but decided that if he wasn’t going to bring it up, if he was going to pretend the whole thing didn’t happen, so was she.

“Sure,” she said, trying to be casual. “What are we doing today?”

“Technique. I noticed your form was a little off in the alley. We can do it here today, if that’s easier.”

“Oh.” His criticism stung, though she knew that was his job. She’d thought they’d worked well together. She wondered if he was being honest or just being petty. Could angels be petty? She shook her head; there was so much she didn’t know.

He began by showing her the correct technique for her hands and tried to explain how to bend her body in sync with the energy she was producing. Thea steadied herself and he stood in front of her, putting his hands on her waist to position her torso to the correct stance. His closeness drove her crazy, his scent and the feeling of his hands sent a shiver straight to her clit. She noticed a fleeting pained expression on his face, as if touching her physically hurt him. He was struggling too. What the hell was going on here?

“I can’t do this.” She pulled away. “Aren’t we even going to talk about the other day?”

“No.”

Thea put her hands on her hips, anger beginning to bubble in her. “You’re a coward.”

His eyes hardened. “What?”

“For an angel who has fought demons for millenniums how can you be so scared of talking to me?”

“You think I’m scared of you?” he asked, incredulously. “You think that’s likely?”

A prickle of hurt pierced her wall of anger. He was mocking her again. “It’s more likely than you being void of all emotion. You act like a robot most of the time and then the one time you actually show some feelings, you run off like a boy and try to ignore it.”

His lips flattened into a straight line, but he didn’t respond, which made Thea even angrier. Why was he so difficult to communicate with?

“Or maybe… Maybe you just don’t really want me.” Thea almost choked as the realization hit her. She was considered a street rat, after all. Why would a gorgeous angel want to fuck her? She was only, really, good enough for other street rats, right? Yeah, that made sense. But he didn’t have to lead her on and have her spread open and dripping before rejecting her. It was humiliating, and that infuriated her even more. “Either way, fuck you!” she yelled. “Fuck you for getting me all riled up and horny. Fuck you for making me want you, and fuck you for coming in here and acting like it was nothing!”

He was on her before she knew it, pushing her until her back hit the wall. His hands gripped her hips and his lips came close to hers, so close that she could feel his breath. She could have leaned forward to kiss him but didn’t. Instead, she held his eye challengingly, refusing to back down.

“You think I don’t want you?” He let out a sharp laugh and brushed his lips over hers. “You’re all I think about. Touching you and sucking you and fucking you is all I think about, Thea.”

“So do it!” Thea said, her instruction almost a command. “Prove it.”

With a growl, Cam grabbed her top and ripped the front away.

Thea gasped and made to cover herself but Cam caught her hands and, with a fierce stare, slowly lowered them back down.

He continued to pull her top from her body, snapping her bra away, until she was naked from the hip up, much like the day they met.

Thea kept her eyes down at her feet unable to bear the embarrassment. Okay, so she wasn’t bad looking, but she avoided putting herself on display. She was the dregs of society and could barely afford make-up. Scrutiny like this, from the most gorgeous being she had ever seen, would most likely scar her for life. She had insulted him. And now he was making her pay with another round of humiliation. She prayed for it to be over.

“Eyes up, Thea.” He stood close, and his voice rumbled through her.

She lifted her eyes to meet his and saw… desire.

He slipped a hand over her breast. “How could I not want this?” He flicked her nipple sending jolts of arousal directly to her pussy.

“How could I not need this?” He traced his fingertips over her cheek, looking at her with an expression of such wonder, it made her stomach flip.

Thea’s heart sped up. He wanted her too.

He leaned in and took her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. His insistent tongue parted her lips to fully taste her, filling her mouth while his hands ran over her stomach and waist. When she put her hands to his chest, he lifted them over her head and pinned them against the wall with one hand.

“You’ve been teasing me with this body since I first met you,” he said in her ear. “And now I collect.”

He palmed her breasts roughly as he kissed her, toying her nipples with his thumb until they were stiff beans of pleasure. She moaned into his mouth and sucked on his lips, hungrily savoring his flavor, his taste. It was better than she remembered and it excited her desire for him. He seemed to be everywhere, in her every inhalation, in every taste bud. Coupled with the lick of his warm tongue against her neck and then against her nipple, her pussy didn’t have a chance. It flooded.

He released her wrists. His lips moved back to her neck, sucking on her while running his hands down to her ass to squeeze and cup it. She ran her hands over his wide chest, exploring every inch before unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled her roughly toward him, pressing her body against him and she whimpered at the feel of him, licking his smooth, golden chest and dragging her teeth along it. When Thea put her hands on the front of his jeans, he stopped her, and she broke her suckling on his chest to look up at him in confusion.

“Not yet.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, laying her down on her back. His body moved over hers and he kissed her mouth, then moved to her neck, trailing his tongue along and sinking his teeth in gently, making her writhe. He moved lower, taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking on it hard, twirling his tongue around the tip. Thea moaned and arched her chest up into his face, his warm mouth causing a tingle all over her body.

His hands found her panty line and unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged them down and stripped her so she was naked. He switched to the other nipple and cupped her pussy with his palm, rubbing it in slow circles over her clit while he spread her moisture all around with his fingertips. Thea simply melted at the pleasure building in her.

He teased and sucked and kissed his way down her body and positioned himself between her thighs, running his palms along her inner thighs and spreading her wide. He placed his face in her sex, breathing deeply and murmuring into it, every nerve sensitive with her need for him.

She inhaled sharply the moment he put his mouth on her pussy, licking her slowly from the bottom of her slit to the top and running his tongue in a circle around her clit. Her hips lifted to his face but he pinned them down with his hands and began to lap her pussy in earnest. She threaded her fingers through his rich brown hair and watched him between her spread legs. His tongue was incredible, hot and teasing, and when he flicked her clit she moaned breathlessly, beginning to grind on his tongue as much as she could while he still pinned her down. He responded eagerly, dipping his tongue into her pussy so that she could ride his face, then sucked her clit between his lips and caressed it in his mouth. That brought Thea over the edge; an orgasm crashed through her body. She cried out and shuddered underneath him as he rode her through it. He waited for her peak to ebb away before he climbed back over her body and took her mouth in a kiss, sharing her wetness by allowing her to taste his tongue.

“I need you now,” she said, reaching down to unfasten his jeans.

He slipped out of them and pulled off his shirt so that their naked bodies were pressed together, skin on skin. He placed his elbows either side of her head, trapping her there while his mouth devoured hers and she responded without thought, only the desire welling up inside of her, the need for more. Thea took his cock in her hand and ran her fingers along the silky skin. With her other hand, she reached out to her bedside table.

“What are you looking for?” Cam said, seeming annoyed at her distraction.

“Condoms. There’s some in the—”

“We don’t need them.” He bent to kiss and bite her collarbone, sending thrills along her skin.

“But—”

“You cannot get pregnant unless I take you in my angel-form,” he said into her ear, “and angels don’t suffer from any diseases or infections.”

When he pressed his mouth on her earlobe, tracing his tongue along it, she whimpered and bucked. She wrapped her hand around his smooth cock, working it up and down and cupping his balls. It hardened even further and throbbed against her palm before she guided him inside of her.

He filled her up with his cock in one slow stroke, allowing her body to accommodate to its thickness. Although she had been dripping wet, a slight burn from his size tingled in her. She was stretched and completely full. A perfect bliss spread through her body. The feeling was beyond anything she had ever experienced and she reveled in it. When she began rocking her hips against him, he rode her in turn, their bodies moving together. He lowered his lips to her ear and bit her lobe, nuzzling the sensitive skin below it.

“Is this what you wanted?” He ground slow and deep within her, the head of his cock hitting the back of her pussy. “Does this feel good? Does this feel like the cock of an angel that doesn’t want you, Elithea?”

His gravelly voice saying her full name drove her crazy. She mumbled something incoherent and dug her nails into his back to spur him on. Instead, he continued to fuck her slowly. Her whole body was shaking. One of her legs wrapped around his hip, the other he held onto, hooking his thumb behind her knee and spreading her wider for him, thrusting in and out of her with a slowness that took her breath away. His free hand found her clit and he began to rub it in slow circles so that she was moaning uncontrollably, her hips bucking against his.

Why was he being so gentle and slow? No matter how hard she rose to meet him, he wouldn’t take the hint. It was killing her.

She lifted her head and noticed him looking down at her, laughter in his eyes. Damn him, the man was doing it on purpose! She snarled in frustration.

The intensity in his molten gaze rose to a height she had never seen, and his cock stirred inside her. He sped up, filling her up with long, hard slams while playing with her clit. She arched at the intense pleasure, almost overwhelming her. She tried to close her legs but he held them open and continued to ride her hard and deep and fast until her slickness sloshed against him, filling the room with the wet slaps of their sex. Every fiber in her being tumbled and twisted and expanded, taking her on a journey she had never experienced before. It wasn’t just about the feeling of him inside her—it was him. Every feeling of him on her; his breath, his eyes, his skin, his smell. Her whole body jostled. And suddenly she was flying, soaring, as she came apart all over his cock, writhing and crying out her pleasure. He followed soon after, the sexiest guttural noises tearing out of him uncontrollably. He spilled inside her, sinking deep into her until her body relaxed and until he was spent.

They lay there for a minute, catching their breaths. Cam gently pulled out of her and she immediately felt empty, craving him. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She put her head on his chest while he stroked the top of her head and ran his hands up and down her back. When she lifted her face to kiss him, he smiled against her lips. Really smiled for the first time since she’d met him. She pulled back to see it, saw the way it lit up his face. He looked even more handsome and relaxed than she had ever seen him, and something twisted in her stomach.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, playing with her hair.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve never seen me before,” he said.

“I feel like I haven’t.” She kissed him softly. “I feel like this is the first time I’m seeing who you are.”

“And?”

“I like it,” she said, grinning at him. “You should smile more often.”

“Only if you come for me more often,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his fingers, staring into her eyes. He kissed her and she sighed against his lips before rolling off of him to get cleaned up. She poured two glasses of water for them, and when she brought it back, he was sitting up in bed, watching her cross the room. His eyes danced and his face lit up. Finally, she could see his angelic nature; when he smiled he was breathtakingly beautiful.

“You know,” she said with a fake frown, “you ruined one of my favorite tops and an all-time favorite bra.”

He shrugged and took a sip of water. “I had to make a point.”

Thea rolled her eyes and slid into the bed next to him. “So dramatic.”

Cam leaned toward her. “But I proved it didn’t I? How much I want you?” The mischievous glimmer in his eyes was making her wet again. “Or do you need more demonstrations?”

“I will always need more,” Thea said with a smirk.

His eyes ran over her face, half-lidded with obvious desire. He put the glass on the bedside table and pulled her on top of him to straddle his hips.

“Then take what you need,” he said, the demand in his voice outweighing the playful challenge in his eyes.

And so she began to do just that.