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But even I could see the worry in her eyes.
"This is between me and the eavesdropping Gi ," he snarled.
"Theodoros!" Aktor thundered from the hallway.
And then with a flick of his hand Theo pushed Isadora back out the door, slamming it shut and then melting the lock completely.
They banged on it for several seconds. They yelled for him to not do anything he'd regret.
And all the while he watched me, not the rattling frame of the door. Not the lightning that shot down all around the building in a thunderous crack of sound, not the torrential rain visible through the still open curtains, nor the flames in the fireplace as they licked the mantle above.
Not even the orchid as it swayed in its pot and danced to a death's dirge.
"You want me?" he asked, voice deceptively soft. "Here I am," he whispered.
And then he leaned forward so slowly until his lips were hovering above my mouth.
"Open," he instructed.
"What?" I squeaked, but of course, that meant I "opened."
And Fire burned down my throat as he breathed Pyrkagia into me through a kiss that surely meant my death.
Chapter 5
Shhh
I have suffered much since I awoke in a pit full of dirt.
I have been vilified, ostracised, and cast out.
I have been tortured, poisoned and experimented on in a mad scientist's lab whilst still conscious.
I have been dragged from my home, fought for another, made to kill in order to protect those I consider mine.
I have discovered my once-thought kind and trustworthy grandfather was in fact a member of a cult that was obsessed with Elemental powers not natural to humans.
I have found out I am a god's answer to a fate not yet determined but thought to be the very worst.
I have loved and lost that love.
And I was through with it all.
As Theo's body moulded to mine, and a moan escaped his lips, while Fire swelled between us, his and mine, I pulled on the Earth. And felt its ever present reply.
We are yours. Do as you wish. Take from us, Aether. Yours.
The ground beneath that exquisite mansion rumbled. The house shook. I could hear Aktor and Isadora yelling at Sonya to get out. The glass in the window frames rattled and then just gave up the ghost and shattered.
Rain poured in, soaking us where we stood. Drenching us, but not quenching the Fire. It burned. We burned. It raged to an inferno between us. I could smell the burned Aubusson carpet. I could feel the flames lick up my body, my clothes turning to ash at my sides.
Theo's hands replaced them.
Remember me! I shouted inside my head. This is us! I yelled.
But a part of me knew. He was acting on instinct, nothing more. His feeding had been interrupted between Isadora and himself, and I'd been presented on a singed platter for him to taste.
Theo's Stoicheio wrapped around mine in a poor imitation of a Thisavros bonding. Nothing like the real thing. Hollow. Weak. Fake.
I started to struggle in his hold, his lips still firmly pressed to mine, his tongue halfway down my throat, his hands; one fisted in my hair holding me still, the other cupping my butt cheek and thigh, pulling me hard against his erection.
The wind had started to howl, the curtains billowing horizontal to the floor now. The rain sharp splinters of ice digging into feverish skin.
"I will have you," Theo growled against my lips. "You want this too."
I did. I did want it. Skin on skin. Theo around me, with me, inside me. But not like this.
I tried to speak, but my back had hit the wall beside the still raging fireplace, a picture next to my head falling to the floor from the impact our bodies made. The walls swayed, the ground rolled, the house screeched in denial, but I knew it was no good. Resistance was futile.
This house and anyone in it would be buried if I didn't stop this now.
Was it me? Was I causing this?
Stop! I yelled to Earth, Fire, Air and Water. Stop! I ordered, but all I heard was the groan of trees outside, the roar of flames around me, the whistle of the wind and the sharp rat-a-tat-tat of
"This is between me and the eavesdropping Gi ," he snarled.
"Theodoros!" Aktor thundered from the hallway.
And then with a flick of his hand Theo pushed Isadora back out the door, slamming it shut and then melting the lock completely.
They banged on it for several seconds. They yelled for him to not do anything he'd regret.
And all the while he watched me, not the rattling frame of the door. Not the lightning that shot down all around the building in a thunderous crack of sound, not the torrential rain visible through the still open curtains, nor the flames in the fireplace as they licked the mantle above.
Not even the orchid as it swayed in its pot and danced to a death's dirge.
"You want me?" he asked, voice deceptively soft. "Here I am," he whispered.
And then he leaned forward so slowly until his lips were hovering above my mouth.
"Open," he instructed.
"What?" I squeaked, but of course, that meant I "opened."
And Fire burned down my throat as he breathed Pyrkagia into me through a kiss that surely meant my death.
Chapter 5
Shhh
I have suffered much since I awoke in a pit full of dirt.
I have been vilified, ostracised, and cast out.
I have been tortured, poisoned and experimented on in a mad scientist's lab whilst still conscious.
I have been dragged from my home, fought for another, made to kill in order to protect those I consider mine.
I have discovered my once-thought kind and trustworthy grandfather was in fact a member of a cult that was obsessed with Elemental powers not natural to humans.
I have found out I am a god's answer to a fate not yet determined but thought to be the very worst.
I have loved and lost that love.
And I was through with it all.
As Theo's body moulded to mine, and a moan escaped his lips, while Fire swelled between us, his and mine, I pulled on the Earth. And felt its ever present reply.
We are yours. Do as you wish. Take from us, Aether. Yours.
The ground beneath that exquisite mansion rumbled. The house shook. I could hear Aktor and Isadora yelling at Sonya to get out. The glass in the window frames rattled and then just gave up the ghost and shattered.
Rain poured in, soaking us where we stood. Drenching us, but not quenching the Fire. It burned. We burned. It raged to an inferno between us. I could smell the burned Aubusson carpet. I could feel the flames lick up my body, my clothes turning to ash at my sides.
Theo's hands replaced them.
Remember me! I shouted inside my head. This is us! I yelled.
But a part of me knew. He was acting on instinct, nothing more. His feeding had been interrupted between Isadora and himself, and I'd been presented on a singed platter for him to taste.
Theo's Stoicheio wrapped around mine in a poor imitation of a Thisavros bonding. Nothing like the real thing. Hollow. Weak. Fake.
I started to struggle in his hold, his lips still firmly pressed to mine, his tongue halfway down my throat, his hands; one fisted in my hair holding me still, the other cupping my butt cheek and thigh, pulling me hard against his erection.
The wind had started to howl, the curtains billowing horizontal to the floor now. The rain sharp splinters of ice digging into feverish skin.
"I will have you," Theo growled against my lips. "You want this too."
I did. I did want it. Skin on skin. Theo around me, with me, inside me. But not like this.
I tried to speak, but my back had hit the wall beside the still raging fireplace, a picture next to my head falling to the floor from the impact our bodies made. The walls swayed, the ground rolled, the house screeched in denial, but I knew it was no good. Resistance was futile.
This house and anyone in it would be buried if I didn't stop this now.
Was it me? Was I causing this?
Stop! I yelled to Earth, Fire, Air and Water. Stop! I ordered, but all I heard was the groan of trees outside, the roar of flames around me, the whistle of the wind and the sharp rat-a-tat-tat of
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