He’s not kidding. He devours me like I’m the first meal he’s had in weeks. His tongue drags through my folds, circles my clit, dips inside me just to taste.
The sounds he makes are obscene—wet and hungry and utterly without shame. It only makes me wetter.
The tree shudders beneath me. Flowers bloom along the branch I’m gripping, releasing a green-sweet smell that mixes with the honey and his sweat and whatever I’m putting into the air.
Naughty, approving forest. I love it.
“You taste like mine.” He growls it against my clit. “Like you’ve always been mine. Like every part of you was made for my mouth.”
“Orion, I’m going to?—”
“Already?” He pulls back just enough to grin up at me. Pupils gone vertical, he’s barely in there. There’s a sheen of me already on his lower lip. “We just started, Thorn.”
“Then stop being so good at this.”
“Never.” He dives back in.
His tongue flattens against my clit, slow and broad, then narrows to a point that flicks just where I need it—and thesecond I start to clench around nothing, the second my thighs lock against his ears, he pulls back.
Breath hot against me, and smug.
“Not yet, Thorn.”
“You absolute —”
“Beg.”
I open my mouth to tell him exactly where he can put that suggestion, and his tongue finds me again—gentler this time, almost lazy, just enough to keep me on the knife’s edge without letting me fall over it.
“That’s not begging, baby. That’s complaining.”
“Orion, I swear to every god you’ve ever annoyed —”
He laughs against my cunt. Actually laughs. The vibration alone almost finishes me and he knows it because he pulls back the second I start to tip. He plants open-mouthed kisses on the inside of my thigh instead.
Then he bites. Hard enough that I hiss. Soft enough that the next sound out of me is closer to a moan.
“There she is.”
Two thick fingers push inside me. Slow, deliberate, the stretch coaxes a sound out of me I didn’t approve of.
His other hand splays wide across my lower belly, holding me still when my hips try to chase him. I can see his throat work when he swallows each drop that comes out of me. The pulse at the side of his neck right where my thigh is pressed against him hammers against my skin.
The way he can pin me with one hand and ruin me with the other… Well, It’s hot as hell.
“That’s it.” His voice is muffled against me but I hear every word. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I can’t help it. My hips roll, grinding against his mouth, and he groans like I just gave him everything he ever wanted. I’m so past shame and diving right into this forest voyeur.
“Fuck— Orion?—”
“You think the forest grew this branch by accident?” He curls his fingers up, finding that spot, and the branch is creaking under my grip. “It knows what’s mine. The whole fucking world knows what’s mine.”
“Orion, please —”
“There it is.” He sucks my clit hard, then softer, then hard again, every pull of his mouth synced with the curl of his fingers. “I have wanted my mouth on this cunt since the day you bled on that dais and I couldn’t get to you. Years of guarding empty groves and the only thing that ever brought me back to life was you. Now come on my tongue, Thorn. Right fucking now. I want every tree in this forest to know who put that sound in your throat.”
I shatter.
