“Tell me what you need. Before we move any further, before I work out what to do. What do you need?” Theo asked me, voice and eyes desperate, still leaning over me, still keeping me pressed to the wall.
“Christian is still listening,” I whispered, my body humming. Theo was right. Of course he was. Patience would have to be my virtue. But that was so damn hard to achieve when all I wanted was violence, an end.
Theo kissed my head and stepped back. “Give me a moment,” he muttered before crossing the room and speaking into the phone. He watched me the whole time, afraid I would dash off any second, race into the night looking for trouble. He looked so sexy, with his dark hair messy and hanging over his eyes, his muscles still pumped up from the workout interrupted. I wanted to touch him. I always wanted to touch him.
But when he hung up the phone and stalked back over to me, I knew what I needed. When he’d thrown me on the woodland floor and licked me rather than humiliated me, it solidified in my mind that my hare-brained scheme worked. I was no longer haunted by Rafael forcing me into that position, leaving me there for an entire day while the house continued on.
No, I thought of Theo’s groans as he made me come, as he buried his face into my pussy like it was the best thing in the world, as my most intimate areas opened to the woodland and all Theo did was love on me.
“Charlie was there once, did you know that?” I asked, catching him by surprise. His eyes widened, then darkened.
“I did.”
“He told you? Or you saw?”
Theo frowned, tensing up even more than he had been. “He told me, I guessed. I killed for it.” His jaw feathered as that memory must have crossed his vision. “As soon as he told me, he was dead.”
I nodded, the story of that something that could wait for another day. “Will you… can you do that thing again?” I asked, waiting for it to dawn on him. “Can you just go with it? Not… Can you just go with it?”
“Anything you want, baby,” Theo said, right in my space again, his fingertips on my chin, lifting it up so we were eye to eye. “Anything. Always. Whatever you need.”
“And after, if I still want to go right away. Today. Can we?”
Theo didn’t speak for a moment, studying my eyes, seeing the resolve in them. Maybe he was right; maybe I needed to slow down, calm down, think it through, but I had all this burning energy to expel. May as well get something out of it if I had to wait. Our little sister was there in the worst place imaginable, it was hard to not run right there and save her. Try to.
“Christian is contacting Connor. We have to wait for their response. For your safety.”
“Yours too.”
“Mine too.” He kissed my nose. “So, what did you have in mind?”
It was lucky the shower was large enough for two, because we needed space for this to work. He’d persuaded me to stay only after I’d made him promise to do something extreme, something that plagued me. Flashes of Charlie and Rafael above me made my heart hurt, but if Theo could replace it…
Slicing both their dicks off, feeding them to the other sick man, making them chew like I did Damon… splashing their blood across the room…
“Stay with me, beautiful,” Theo said, pulling me from my darkness. He looked at me like he knew where I’d been, then winked when our eyes locked before lifting the water to his lips.
Theo finished chugging a second glass of water, placing it on the counter before climbing into the cubicle with me, his eyes raking over my body. His cock was already half-hard, the beautiful length of it filling up with every step he got closer to me.
With a smile, he kissed me, moving in and blocking the warm water from spraying me. It was immediately cold, but the steam from the shower soon fogged the space up, bringing that heat back. His warm body seeped into me too, making me grasp him closer.
We kissed as we cleaned each other, running soapy hands over the other’s body. I enjoyed tracing his muscles, dipping into his belly button with my finger, and making him squirm and giggle. A laugh like that, so free and unbidden, was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever heard.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make that sound!” I grinned, doing it again.
He batted me away playfully. “I dunno, babe. It’s like a direct tug on my balls when you do that.”
“Noted.”
He smirked down at me, his eyes wide and teasing. “You’re diabolical.”
I reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a strong jerk and making his entire body shudder. “God, do that again,” he moaned, his head thrown back, thumping on the shower wall.
“I can do better,” I said, letting myself loosen up, sink into this with him, let the world outside of this foggy cubicle disappear.
I settled on my knees and kissed his skin, the soft space just above where his pubic hair began to thicken, where muscle defined and skin pebbled.
“Yes, Vi,” he sighed, one reverent hand placed on the back of my head.
