Aerin opens her mouth to explain but Theo has other ideas. He bends down and scoops Aerin up over his shoulder, holding the back of her legs with one arm as her upper body hangs down his back. Aerin squeals in surprise and delight.
“Sorry boys, she’s mine tonight,” Theo announces to the prickly Dragon-Fae and the shocked Wolf.
“Theo!” Aerin cries with a laugh, half-hearted at best, as he carts her down the hall.
“Which door is yours Pretty Girl? I’m about to give you the best stress relief of your life.”
Aerin’s laugh is the best sound Theo has heard in eight years.
62
AERIN
Theoden drops Aerin unceremoniously on the bed but wastes no time finding her lips again. Kissing Theo is a relief, like a piece of a puzzle long absent now put back into place. His lips are slightly salty, and Aerin can smell the ocean on him. His hands roam her body, feeling her over her clothes, like he too can’t believe she’s real. Like he too felt as if their years apart might never actually end.
Aerin grabs at his shirt, pulling it free from his hair and tossing it aside. Theo does the same to her, shedding her of both her shirt and bra hastily. He moves down her torso, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” he finally says, catching his breath and leaning back on his knees between Aerin’s legs. Aerin brings a foot to his bare chest. Theo undoes her laces with care before tossing the shoe over his shoulder. It clatters somewhere on the floor.
Theo is gorgeous kneeling there. His skin tan from the sun, his abdominal muscles rippling. His tangle of red hair is a mess of braids, shells and seaweed intertwined throughout.
“I am going to make you cum,” he declares, untying her other shoe. “Then you are going to tell me everything that is making you worry.” He tosses the second shoe.
“How do you know I’m worried?”
Leaning his body over hers again, Theo kisses her briefly. Then his thumb comes up and rubs the space between her eyebrows.
“Because of this,” he says softly. Tension she hadn’t noticed melts under his touch. He leans back, undoing the button of her jeans.
“That group of males is not treating you well enough if you’re forming wrinkles at the age of thirty-eight,” Theo mocks, pulling her jeans down in one swift motion. He doesn’t bother pulling off her panties, he simply grips them in both his hands and yanks. The fabric shreds with the bulge of his biceps. He smirks.
“They are treating me just fine, thank you,” Aerin says with a bit of attitude. Theo grabs an ankle and kisses up her leg, looking at her with a half-smile already on his face.
“I don’t see any cum dripping out of you,” he tsks, “Not well enough indeed.”
“Theo!” Aerin chastises, grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it.
Theo grins. He has the kind of bright smile that makes Aerin feel like the only girl in the world.
“Don’t worry, we’ll change that.”
Before Aerin can reply, his head is between her thighs, his mouth on her body, and moans replace any coherent thoughts she has.
Theo reaches up her body, his hand shifting from Fae-like to Mer, translucent webbing and fingers claw-tipped. He rakes those claws down her stomach, not enough to pierce her skin but harsh enough to leave a trail of red welts in his wake. Aerin shudders on his tongue.
“I remember exactly what you like Pretty Girl,” he says with another smile between bouts of sucking on her clit. Aerin has been with Theo a number of times, back when she was fumbling and inexperienced. But they grew together. A lot of her sexual preferences now had been discovered at the hands of Theoden Marrow. As such, he can play her like a fiddle. Aerin finds his hair with her hands, feeling the need to touch him. To reassure herself that he is real, that he is here.
“You gonna cum for me?” Theo coos at her as her pussy pulses. Aerin is on the edge but not quite there, the thing she wants just out of reach.
“That’s okay,” Theo says, pulling back. Aerin whines in annoyance as he adjusts his position, now on his knees between her legs. He lays one of her legs on his shoulder and grips the other calf in his hand.
“You can cum on my cock instead.” He smiles at her that same way. It takes up his entire face, like sunlight shining out of him.
The smile opens in pure pleasure when he pushes inside of Aerin in one hard go. Aerin cries out in shock and pleasure. Theo, thrusting in earnest, causes Aerin to orgasm almost immediately, clenching hard around his cock as she rides the waves of pleasure.
“There it is, I knew you could do it,” he says. He looks down at her, his hair hanging around his shoulders, his smile on full display. “Now, do it again,” he orders.
Aerin laughs, so happy she could bottle it.
