The Dark Heir - Nyx

36. Nyx

Long after Azriel left, Nyx stared at the lounge room. He didn't want to think that Theia had another plan than just falling back in love with him. Nyx knew Theia loved him, and he loved her, but he didn't believe she was in love with him. He needed to soothe the pain he'd caused her. She'd done nothing to him besides leave, though his own father paid her to do that.

Nyx turned and looked at the door. She'd been flustered by Azriel. She'd wanted him. Nyx bit down on his tongue as he stepped forward and moved to open the door. The handle didn't budge. She'd locked him out. With a huff of a sigh, Nyx winnowed into the room. The bed was empty, as was the balcony. Her torn dress was forgotten on the floor. His eyes scanned the room, seeing his letter from Zen on the table. He'd read it later.

Nyx's eyes shot to the bathing chamber. The sound of running water focused, and he saw her. Theia was washing her hair, back arched and wings spread as she ran the soap through her hair. Nyx's eyes ran over her body, heat rushing through him. As he made his way to her, Nyx pulled his clothes off and left them strewn across the floor. His eyes were set on her, and he wanted revenge.

Nyx stepped into the shower, taking her shoulder and turning her back against the stone wall. Theia gasped, blinking up at him as water drops collected on her lashes. He caught her by the throat, forcing her head back to look up at him.

"Nyx," Theia gasped, her fingers closing around his wrist. He ignored her, dipping his head down and grazing his lips over her cheek. Her breath hitched, the scent of her arousal thickening. Gods, he wanted to tear her apart.

"You liked it, didn't you? The way he teased you, taunting you with torture. You want to be chained up and tortured until you can't speak, don't you, Theia? You want to be shaking so badly that you can't walk?"

Theia whimpered, the sound rolling down his spine. Nyx groaned, nipping at her ear.

"I saw the way your breathing changed. Your pulse quickened and your skin flushed. I could smell how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Is that what you want, Theia? For me to share you with the Shadowsinger?"

She didn't respond, only dug her nails into his wrist and moaned. It was answer enough. Nyx pulled back, glancing between her hooded eyes.

"He wanted to fuck you. He liked the way you challenged him, argued with him, teased him. Interesting, because that's how you caught me. I could call him back here. I could let you two have the room while I go find Cresseida. Is that what you want?"

Theia did her best to shake her head, her back arching against the stone. Nyx shoved his knee between her thighs, letting Theia rock against his thigh as her lashes fluttered and she moaned.

"You don't want me to find Cresseida? What, you want to be fucked by Azriel but you don't want me to find someone else? That's selfish of you, darling. Unless... You want to be fucked by both of us. You want his cock down your pretty throat while I fuck you from behind?"

The words slid from his tongue, tasting bitter yet the idea sounded decent when Theia's eyes fell shut and her hips bucked against his thigh. Her nipples were tight, breasts rising and falling with her unsteady breaths.

"That's what you want? You want him? How long have you been thinking about him? Has he been on your mind while males were between your thighs?"

She shook her head, her throat bobbing beneath his palm. Nyx clicked his tongue, leaning forward her brush his lips over hers. Theia whimpered again, her hips rocking faster as her legs began to shake.

"That's right. It's been my cock, my mouth that you've dreamed of. I'm the only one who makes you feel like this. That fucking bastard won't get a taste of you, because you're mine, Theia. Only I can make you finish with just my thigh and my words. Soak me, Theia."