She thrust her hips against her hand, inserting another finger inside herself as she flicked her clit with her thumb.She lost herself in the motions, the feelings.The memory.
All yours.
Her orgasm built, steady and slow as she wandered down the paths of her psyche, of last night.And when she remembered that feeling of wholeness, of being lost and found all at once while he filled her, she came with a moan full of relief and exhaustion hit once more.Calliope removed her hand from her slick channel, her pussy spasming like sparks beckoning to catch onto kindling.
It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do.Because Calliope could not have what she wanted, but in her dreams, she found herself entangled in shades of violet and green, once more.
CHAPTER8
Theo sighedas anxiety built within him.He was still rather tired, being as he hadn’t slept particularly well the previous night.He’d woken up hard, twice, after dreaming of Calliope, which was bad enough, but staying quiet it seemed was not as easy as it used to be.For when Theo thought of Calliope, stifling his moans was the equivalent of shutting up a magpie.
He’d came, both times, nearly suffocating himself in his pillow so as not to wake Trick.His roommate might have been accepting of many things, but he wasn’t certain he’d be so cool with being woken up in the middle of the night because Theo couldn’t keep his cock settled.
Which was...new.
Up until recently, Theo had barely engaged in any sort of self-pleasure.He masturbated frequently enough, once or twice a week just to make sure everything still worked, and to let off stress before a large test or whatnot, but it was as if ever since he’d been with Calliope, his cock had woken up with renewed life.
And with it being quite a sensitive member to begin with, Theo wasn’t sure this was a good thing.He worried he’d end up one of those individuals who couldn’t put their cock down, or worse, go blind from all the self-pleasure.
“Hey, Theo!”A feminine voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Isabelle and Spike waving at him.But they were not alone.A tall, slender woman with vibrant red hair, and an older, rougher looking man with dark hair and a faint beard were also with them.
“Hey,” he said, as Isabelle shoved him in front of the redhead and the grizzly looking man.
“This is Theo, I was telling you about him yesterday.He’s the new gallery work study.Theo, this is Lora.She works at the gallery with us, too.”
Lora held out her hand to shake his, and he took it politely.
“Oh, hey, nice to meet you.”
I guess it makes sense the other work studies are probably art majors.
He looked at Spike, who seemed to be sniffing the air and making a face.
It dawned on Theo that Spike had mentioned being ahellhound, capable of smelling things apparently humans could not.The jury was still out on whether or not Theo believed him, but the action would make sense.
And suddenly, Theo wondered if he’d remembered to put deodorant or cologne on this morning.
“This is Mars,” Lora said with beaming eyes.“I finally talked him into taking an actual class!”
Mars nodded at Theo.
“Take it you aren’t an art major?”Theo chided.
Mars shook his head.“Lorelai said a good mate issupportive.”
It was not the way he said the words, but rather the words themselves.Or rather,oneword.
Mate.
Something about that word echoed in Theo’s brain, familiar yet foreign at the same time.The word drummed up memories of Calliope, or rather the moment he’d found himself buried inside Calliope until he couldn’t think straight.
He’d called her his, but there was a desire thatyourswasn’t the right word.Mate felt like the right word, but Calliope certainly wasn’t hismate.
He wasn’t sure what she was, entirely.One night stand wasn’t correct, and girlfriend was far too stage five clinger even for him, butmate...
It made him feel warm, content.At peace.
I need to get to bed early tonight.Clearly sleep deprivation is affecting me.
