Page 62 of Thorns That Bloom (Venusverse #3)

“That delicious scent of your slick is like a drug to me,” he keeps talking, letting himself go, and I just melt into him, succumbing to the comfort and safety of it.

“It makes me want to get on my hands and knees and worship you like a god. Oh, the way my cock gets hard and my balls draw tight the moment I smell it…”

I cry out his name, so lost in him the word is barely identifiable. “Then worship me,” I urge him, my voice shaky. His fingers aren’t enough. Our cocks grinding against each other over clothes isn’t enough. “I need you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

He lets out something that sounds almost like a growl, his muscles flexing.

“Sam…”

“I can do it. I want you and your cock more than anything, okay?”

Theo pulls away sharply and gets on his knees. I watch him loom over me in all his handsome glory, wide shoulders lifting with heavy breaths. He looks like he’s fighting with himself as he studies me, but then he finally pulls his boxers down.

His erection bounces out, slapping against his belly. It’s pink and perfect, slightly wider toward the head and glistening with precum. All for me.

I lick my lips and start taking off my sleeping t-shirt and loose shorts.

“Talk to me, okay?” Theo urges, adjusting himself between my legs before he spreads them wide. I nod roughly, helping him by lifting my hips.

His touch is good. It’s good and electric, and I want so much more of it.

Slowly, he runs his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, kneading at them.

“You’re so soft,” he mutters, sounding almost drunk.

His hands follow his heavy-lidded eyes and move swiftly around my cock to reach my belly.

Theo tickles down my happy trail before tracing the shape of the raised stretch marks on my skin.

“Theo. I’m going to lose my damn mind if you don’t fuck me,” I say desperately, tipping my head back.

I hear the low rumble of his laugh. When his cock brushes against mine, I curl my toes and dig them into the mattress.

Theo doesn’t touch me with his hands down there—it’s a boundary we haven’t worked out yet—but he rubs our cocks together before sliding his head down, over my balls, and down to my taint.

I stop myself from crying out his name full volume at the last moment, quickly smacking my hand over my mouth. The door to Melody’s room is open. I can’t just let it all out.

“You gotta to keep it down, lovely,” Theo cautions me, a mischievous grin on his face.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows how fucking good it feels to have his cock pressing down on my perineum.

I wriggle under him like a snake, my own hardness bobbing against my stomach.

The scent of our pheromones hangs in the air, heavy and thick with need.

Finally, Theo teases my wet entrance with the tip of his cock.

I take a deep breath and look down. “That’s it.”

“You want this, hm?” he asks—teasing, testing. I nod. “I’m going to go slow. I’m going to fill you up with my cock and make love to you, alright?”

The head goes in smoothly. I arch my back off the bed and raise one of my legs, desperately trying to relax. Because I want him. I want to be connected and close, but…even though there’s no pain, Theo’s girth is nothing like him fucking me with his fingers.

An uneasy sensation bubbles at the bottom of my stomach. I tamp it down.

“Keep going,” I say, breathing out shakily.

With his hands gripping my thighs and pulling them up, he slots himself deeper.

The fullness of it passes through my entire being.

It’s overwhelming. Overpowering. I continue reminding myself to look, to see it’s Theo, my wonderful Theo, but the sight of someone penetrating me sends cold shivers down my spine.

“Sam.”

I jerk, quickly meeting his gaze. For a second, it’s like I completely forgot where I was, even though my eyes were wide open.

“Oh, Sam. You’re trembling.” I wince when he pulls out.

Swallowing hard, I look down. He’s right.

My arms and legs are shaking. Frowning in confusion, I feel Theo’s hot body press against me as he hugs me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re okay,” he whispers, gently running his fingers through my hair.

“Do you want me to give you space? What do you need?”

I feel confused and shaken and so terribly out of control.

“No, I…I’m okay.”

Why am I so cold out of nowhere? Why is this happening? I want him.

“I want you,” I say, urgent and clear. When I try to pull away, he doesn’t let me, holding on tight with a tender ‘shhhh’.

“I know you do.” There’s that wariness in his voice I hate hearing.

“I mean it. I’m ready, this is just— I…”

Shame takes over. Why am I not ready? Why can’t I do this? Is it the pheromones in the air? Is that what makes it too much? Or is there no reason at all and I’m just broken?

Theo must be able to read my emotions. When he pulls away to see my face, I barely hold in the tears prickling in my eyes.

“I just need a moment. I want to do it, Theo. Fuck, I’m not scared of you.

I’m not, I just want to…” Words leave me, frustration and helplessness making it almost impossible to get any of my jumbled thoughts out.

He kisses me on the forehead so tenderly I want to fall apart in his arms.

“I know. God, I want you too, but there’s no rush.” He smiles at me, his eyes full of patience. “We don’t have to do that today, lovely. Or tomorrow. Or ever, for that matter. It’s okay.”

It scares me to know that he really means that. That if I never said yes, he would never push. Like a stupidly perfect paragon of consideration and patience. And yet I can’t get my body to let go and allow Theo in.

Why the fuck can’t I?!

“I’m sorry…”

He kisses me again, this time on the cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for, lovely. You put too much pressure on yourself about this. What was it that Dr. Stewart told you?”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “Be gentle and patient with yourself.”

Theo smirks, gratified. He leans in to touch the tip of his nose to mine. “That’s right. There’s nothing that makes penetration better or more special than any other thing we can do. Or more enjoyable,” he adds, running his tongue over my lower lip before I sweep in and pull him into a kiss.

I’m not shaking anymore. My body eases into the comfort again, even if the sense of disappointment and embarrassment stays at the back of my mind, weighing me down slightly.

Needily, I press my cock into his hip. “I’m still horny,” I whisper.

“I’m aware,” Theo says, husky voice strained with lust. “There are other ways I can fuck you. If that is still what you want, hm? Squeeze your thighs together for me.”

I follow his instructions, excitement throbbing through the base of my cock. As I lie on my back, Theo holds both of my legs together, lifting them slightly, right under my knees. He adjusts himself, kneeling while he rests my feet over his shoulder.

He drags his fingers against the direction of my hair on my thighs before gripping my thigh, and thrusts his hips forward. I clench my teeth and inhale sharply when his cock brushes over my balls. Staying there for a moment, he meets my eyes for assurance, then thrusts between my thighs again.

We both moan softly, the sensation a little unusual but most definitely pleasurable. Especially when Theo buries his entire shaft into the soft flesh and ends up pressing his head against my hole at the end of the motion.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, desperately grabbing at the sheet.

“You like that?” Theo asks as he settles into a rhythm. I flex my legs tighter together every time his cock glides over my hole, making him groan and go a little faster, all the while I struggle to restrain my moans.

“I want you to jerk yourself off while I fuck you,” Theo urges me, sounding like he might die if I don’t grant his wish. “Can you do that?”

Smiling down at him, so perfectly and deliciously worked up, I oblige and take myself in my hand, stroking slowly. I might come if I’m not careful, but judging by Theo’s flushed cheeks and the way his pheromones make it difficult to even breathe, I won’t need to hold back for long.

“That’s it.” I watch him as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He turns his head to the side, kissing the tops of my feet held over his shoulder.

I bite down on my lip, desperate to keep quiet.

I’m so hard and wet I could die right now.

“I’m almost…” His hips sway with every movement, control slipping away from him.

The pressure builds up at the root of my cock, reaching the point of no return, so I stretch out my free arm, trying to pull Theo close.

He swoops in, crashing into my lips with a wet, messy kiss, and we both come, reeling, breathless, and loud from the pleasure pulsing through the air.

Collapsing on top of me, Theo pants, riding out the rest of his orgasm. “You’re everything to me, Sam. Now and forever. You know that, right?” he whispers so softly I can barely understand him.

I squeeze him tightly, feeling that beautiful heart of his against my chest like it’s my own. “I know. I love you, too. It’s only right…since we’re stuck together. Being fated mates and all.”

He snorts into my neck and opens his mouth to say something, but a groany, tired babble rings from down the hall, interrupting him.

“Looks like we were too loud,” Theo notes playfully, lifting himself up to check the baby monitor on the side table.

“So much for lounging around,” I say, but the truth is, we’re lucky to have had enough time to even manage this, and I’m grateful.

We are both a mess, so I hand Theo some baby wipes, and he quickly starts cleaning himself. I do the same.

He turns to me with a cocked brow. “You seduced me.”

“Mhmm…”

Theo already has his underwear back on and is getting off the bed by the time I’m done wiping myself. “Go take a shower if you want,” he says. “I’ll try to distract her and hopefully not make her cry until you’re done.”

I just sit in bed for a moment, digesting everything.

Theo makes a quick stop in the bathroom and then disappears into the nursery.

I watch on the baby monitor as he comes up to the crib, all smiles and tenderness.

“Hello, darling,” he coos softly at Melody, taking her out and putting her to his chest.

Seeing that, my soul is at peace.

No matter the things I need to work through or the dark moments, I know in my heart that I am where I’m supposed to be, with the person who belongs.

I put my clothes back on and head there, unable to stop myself from checking up on them before having the shower.

I place one kiss on top of Mel’s head and one against Theo’s lips. “I love you both very much,” I say while gazing into Theo’s eyes, so that he knows how serious I am. Though, I think he already does… “And I hardly ever like anyone.”

“Look at Daddy being all sentimental,” he says, grinning at me. “All he needed was a little bit of love in his life.”

As Melody lifts her unsteady head up to him, she yelps out happily, waving her arms and kicking her feet. Almost like she can understand. Almost like she knows.

This is it. My happiness.

I can’t wait for every new moment.