"May I ask what he said about me?" Brandon asks.
Is that the reason why he approached me? Only to clear his name? If that is the case, then I am certain that the Klevon guy is a liar. An Owusu liar, huh?
"He said you rape beautiful werewolves, like my best friend Nowra."
Suddenly, there is a cold in the air. The evening seems to arrive faster too. I could even imagine the ocean turning into a tundra. I shift my attention to him and see that it's his magic. He exudes malaise which opposed his previously bright aura.
"And?" he prods me on. His voice is grating, why did I even think that he has a boyish look? The man in front of me looks like he's already in his forties!
"You relish the taste of werewolves with mates. He says you can smell them," I answer, taking a step further away from him. "That's all."
"That's all!?!"
He reaches for my arm and I flinch at the coldness of his touch.
"He fucking disrespected his General! Said contemptuous things upon my name! He-"
A muscled arm touches Brandon's equally muscled arm. "You are scaring my lover," Theo says while removing Brandon's arms from mine.
When Brandon lets go of my arm, the temperature increases, and the area seems to brighten up. Brandon looks perplexed for a while but then, he bows at me and says a quick apology, before running off somewhere, probably to search for Klevon.
"Sorry about my General," Theo starts. "He sometimes acts like that whenever his family name is involved."
"Uh-ah," I mutter.
I massage the part where he touches. The remnant of cold is still there. First an Owusu and then a Stine. Who else is under Theo's commands? Aren't these famous families? How come an ordinary citizen grows up to be this kind of man? Ugh, I really want to know about his past.
He might have noticed the way I touch my arm because he covers it with his palm. I look up at him, watching the way his eyebrows knit as he warms the part that Brandon touched.
"Brandon's specialty is ice magic," he says. "He's a prodigy in it, but as you can see, he's got some personality issues. Normally, he's a nice young man."
Feeling warm at his touch, I caress his arm. He freezes and looks at my face. Overwhelmed by my desire for him, I run my hands along the length of his arm. His features darken and I can sense his desire for me too.
"After you are done with Harbin, you could have come to our room," he says.
"I need some fresh air too," I say.
Theo looks around the deck. There are few servants around, and I'm sure there are some people on the lookout area.
"Even for me, it's hard to do it here," he jests, but almost as if he's really contemplating to do it.
I slap his arm. "Of course, we can't!"
He wiggles his eyebrows at me and says, "If you really want it, certainly I can make it work."
I giggle and turn my back to him. Then he hugs my shoulders from behind, his lips lightly touching the side of my neck.
"You think your subjects will accept me after a while?"
"You don't need to worry about that. I chose you as my lover, it's not like you are going to sleep with them."
I roll my eyes and turn towards him. "You know what I mean."
He moves his body closer and my breathing hitches. He smirks, sensing the effect of his nearness to me. "I told you, you are my favorite, you will be treated well, and besides, you don't need to please anybody," he says and lifts my chin to face him.
"Except you, right?"
His eyes crinkle in amusement. "I would love that," he says and his mouth descends to mine. It's soft and quick as if he's conscious about the people who can see us. "Maybe, we can transfer to our room? Before I act on taking you right here."
I wind my arms around his neck and move my body closer to him. I inhale his lavender mixed with the ocean smell. "Aren't I still in pain? From our first night," I whisper. "Harbin freed me because of that too."
He leans close and whispers to my ear, "You will need to keep quiet during our lovemaking then."
"You're the one who's noisy!"
Theo laughs and suddenly lifts me. "Now, let's see who's really noisy."


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Theo is breathing hard on top of me. And I stifle my moans on the pillows. It's cold outside, but the temperature in the room is a few degrees higher. Lavender. I smell lavender mingling with the smell of sex. I love it. I am getting accustomed to it.
"Ah!" Theo screams, as he pounds and spills once again inside of me. The warmth of him is addicting, the throbbing is noxious.
"Are you done?" I breathe, my heart thumping hard on my ribcage.
"Are you underestimating me?" he asks, his sweat dripping on my bare shoulders.
Then he turns me over and cups my chest. I make a small moan as he sucks on my neck. When he starts to get huge inside of me again, he pulls back and places each of my ankles on his shoulders. My heart thumps harder as he spreads my legs wider.
Then he crashes into me. I groan, biting my lips to prevent my screams of pleasure. I grab the sheet that's slick with our sweat, and I watch each movement of his broad shoulders. It's beautiful. He is beautiful. He's like an erotic art with oil dripping along each curve of his muscles.
And with each thrust, I meet him, to fit him snugly inside of me. Each time he thrusts, I tighten around his shaft. His hold on my ankle tightens. And I'm pretty sure there will be bruises around it tomorrow.
A hot rush of pleasure invades my senses. My breathing becomes ragged. With no support, I only reach for the pillows as I orgasm. But Theo's movements never cease, rather, it becomes faster. I try to move away, but he traps my ankles in his hands.
"Slower, Theo, please… Ah!"
But it's as if he can't hear me, he continues to pound, and I feel like I have been running a race with how I am breathing. I try to get up, but when I tried, he thrusts inside me again, which pushes me into another bout of pure pleasure.
"Ahh, Theo…" I call.
Tears fall from my eyes from the multiple orgasms I am experiencing. As he continues, my back arches again as he continues his ministrations. I'm close, so close again, and then another rush of madness takes over. And my body bends in a way that I never thought possible. Warm liquid gushes out again, and it mingles with Theo's as he makes a shrill cry of pleasure, his warm liquid dripping on my folds.
He slumps on top of me, his sweat converging into mine.
"Now, we know, who is noisy between us," I say, breathless.
"You're just good at stifling your voice," he says.
Then his mouth covers mine. My hands automatically shoot up as I pull him closer to me. He pulls back and turns my head to the side, licking the side of my mouth and cheeks. Then his mouth enters my mouth. It is sweet and soft, nothing of the way he thrusts into me earlier.
Suddenly, I feel his growing manhood again. I pull back from him. "No more!" I scold.
"It's still early," he coaxes.
"It's past midnight!" I say. "It's been hours!"
"It's only been hours."
I groan. He's tireless. Shouldn't men tire more easily than women? How many times has it been?
"You don't need to fear, you are well lubricated from what I can see," he assures.
I flush, knowing exactly what he means.
"Ready for another round?" he asks.