Page 146 of The Blade in the Ashes
“No,” he mused, pushing into a kneel so that he could stare down at me once more. “I know what my Goddess likes best. You thought of me fucking you with my cock. That's what you wanted on those nights alone when your body hungered for me.”
“Yes,” I told him, rising onto my elbows, a dare in my eyes. “So, are you going to give me what I want?”
He laughed, teeth scraping against his lower lip. “Oh, love... I'm going to give you everything we both need and more.”
He said it like a warning, as if I should be careful what I was asking for, but I knew what I was requesting. I knew exactly what he could do to me, how he could drive me out of my mind with pleasure. But it was his exact brand of insanity that I was craving.
I reached for the laces of his trousers, taking my time with them. “Call me by my name?”
Theadora.
A name that I chose.
It wasn't given to me by Hyrax.
It wasn't a title that came with expectations or rules.
It was mine.
And here in this room, we would just be Clay and Thea only.
He nodded, black veins trailing up his bare torso as he curled his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. “As you wish, Theadora.”
I lost myself in his kiss. It was a delicious push and pull, a merging of two souls that were meant to be one. His skin was feverish, nearly burning, but it was a heat I longed for. It only left me feeling closer to the edge.
Gods, I was so close already, and I still hadn't even gotten him out of his trousers.
I fumbled with the laces, my thoughts so muddled with lust and distracted by his lips moving against mine that I couldn't seem to manage to undo them.
A knock sounded at the door, crashing through my daze.
Clay jolted back, glaring at the door with barely contained anger. “Not now!”
The knocking paused. Clay returned his attention to me. I reached for his laces once more.
The banging on the door resumed.
Clay's exhale blew a plume of smoke around me. “Do not move. If I kill whoever it is, we can resume as if nothing happened.”
Biting down on my lip, I sat up further, patting his chest twice. “It could be important.”
“This is arguably more important,” he protested as I stood and searched for another one of his discarded shirts.
The knocking only intensified.
Clay dropped his head, scraping a hand down his face with an irritated sigh. “Fine. I will be there in a moment!”
I couldn't stop my soft giggle as I pushed my arms through the sleeves of his shirt and let it fall over me. His eyes trailed over my thighs as he stood, hunger still clear in his heated gaze and locked jaw.
After a moment, he shook his head and worked to adjust himself so that the bulge in his trousers wasn't nearly as obvious.
“Come in!” Clay ordered, returning to a seated position and lifting his left leg so that his ankle rested over his knee.
The door flew open in a rush, and my heart skipped a beat as I took in the familiar tall frame and perfectly combed brown hair.
“Elaina!”
In an instant, I had my arms around her so tightly that I nearly dragged her over the threshold.
