But my hands are in his hair and my thighs are shaking and he’s looking up at me with those amber eyes that have gone full predator, and the words spill out before I can stop them.
“Your mouth.” It comes out wrecked. “I need your mouth on me. Please. Please, Orion, I need?—”
He rewards me with one long, slow stroke of his tongue up my center.
I slam my head back against the bark. Stars explode behind my eyelids. My hands grip his hair hard enough to hurt, but he groans as if the pain is a gift.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He licks into me again, deeper this time. “Knew you would. Thought about it every night. What my little prey would taste like when I finally ran her down.” Another long stroke. “Reality’s better. So much fucking better.”
Except he pulls back just as the pressure starts to build. His lips glisten. His breath comes ragged.
“Not yet.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, right over the bite mark he left. “Not until I say.”
“I swear to every god in every realm I will murder you.”
“Noted.” He licks another slow stripe through my folds, circles my clit once, just once, then pulls away. “But you won’t. Because then you wouldn’t get to come on my tongue.” His eyes find mine. “And you want that, don’t you? Want me to eat this pretty cunt until you scream?”
“Yes.” The word rips out of me. “Gods, yes?—”
“Then beg prettier.”
“You’re a bastard.”
“Noted.” Another slow stripe. “Beg anyway.”
My legs are trembling. My whole body is trembling. The bark scrapes my spine with every involuntary movement and I don’t care. Don’t care about anything except the way he’s taking me apart piece by piece.
“Please.” The word tears out of me. “Please, Orion. I need to come. I need your mouth. I’ll do anything?—”
“Anything?” His eyes flash full amber. No whites. All predator.
“Anything.”
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks.
I shatter.
No build. No warning. Just his mouth and his hands on my hips holding me against the tree and the orgasm ripping through me without mercy.
He doesn’t stop.
His tongue keeps working, dragging out every aftershock, every tremor, until I’m shaking so hard I can barely stand. Until I’m pulling at his hair and making sounds that don’t belong to any language I know.
“One,” he growls against my oversensitive flesh, and I jolt at the vibration.
I’m still trembling when he rises. Still gasping when his body cages mine against the tree, his chest a furnace against my bare skin.
His hand wraps around my throat before I’ve caught my breath. Not squeezing, just holding. Claiming me with the one simple touch. Though it is anything but simple.
“That’s one.” His thumb strokes across my pulse point. “I’m not done with you.”
His face shifts.
The amber of his eyes sucks in then outward, swallowing the whites until there’s nothing human left. His skin ripples with heat I can feel radiating off him in waves. The hand on my throat tightens. Still not painful, but present. Undeniable.
This isn’t the Orion who joked about pee spots and played catch the queen with children.
This is the guardian. The predator. The Wild Court magic that’s been coiling beneath his skin since the moment I walked into that clearing and found him with his hand on his cock.
