Finale #2
My eyes go wide, my heart beating a mile a minute. “Orion… what are you doing?”
“Doing it the way I should’ve a long time ago.”
Oh my God, is he…
Anticipation rockets through me?—
He holds out a small sheath wrapped in brown paper and holds it out to me with both hands.
My racing pulse stutters to a slow waltz of confusion, but I’m still here for whatever he’s got in store. His broad smile is infectious as he juts his chin toward his offering.
“Open it.”
My grin grows again as I tentatively take the sheath like it could bite me. The weight is solid but balanced, easy in my grip. Like it was made for me.
I unwrap the paper, my eyes flicking from him to the gift, my palms embarrassingly sweaty. His gaze never leaves my expression, and as I unveil what’s underneath, I gasp.
“It’s…”
“A Fury knife.” He finishes for me with all the gusto of a man who’s hopeless at gifts but has finally found the perfect one. Not that I’ll ever mention Christmas out loud or anything.
I slide it partway out. Black lace wraps the hilt, with rubber grips for my fingers so they won’t slip. Other than the lace, it’s almost a replica of his… down to the engraved “F” on the hilt, “FURY” etched into the blade.
His last name.
I try so hard not to look disappointed, but my smile wavers, and my voice is hoarse when I respond.
“This is amazing. Thank you. I’ve been dying for mine since Survival Week, but…” I swallow, hating that I have to say it out loud. “I’m not a Fury.”
I love being a Bordeaux. It’s literally in my veins. I’m a near carbon copy of my momma with my dad’s sass. But I want more. I want Orion .
We haven’t discussed the arranged marriage or how he’s not enforcing it anymore.
But he still calls me “wife,” when I’m not even technically his fiancée anymore.
The word—as much as I wish it to be true—is starting to feel less like an endearment and more like a wound Orion keeps prodding, reminding me that’s not what I am at all.
Orion’s voice drops lower, and his fingers stroke my hand over the knife sheath. “Open for me, Luna.”
God.
That one phrase? In that tone ? Jesus, it goes straight to the center of my core every time.
Arousal pools between my thighs, and I resist crossing my legs. It’s like he’s got his own “turn Luna on” button at this point.
With the sudden pulse between my legs, I hold his gaze with a sly smile as I do what he says. So I’m too busy eye-fucking him to notice when something falls out of the sheath, and I’m not prepared to catch it.
But Orion is.
He snatches it mid-air.
Before I can see it, I laugh. “Presents in the knife sheath? That’s a new one. Most people just use wrapping paper, you know.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “What am I gonna do with you, Orion Fury?”
He holds up a diamond ring.
“Marry me, little bird.”
My jaw drops. At first, I can’t take my eyes off of the lips that just asked what I’ve been desperate to hear for months.
Well, I guess, he didn’t ask . But I wouldn’t expect him to.
When those same lips curve into a smile, mine follow as I hold out my hand. But I still joke.
“Not gonna give me a choice?”
“Nope. Not when I know what’s best for you.
” He slides the ring over my ring finger easily, but it’s snug enough that I don’t think it’ll ever come off.
Just the way I like it. “This is a done deal. It has been all our lives. This—” He nods to the ring, a cushion-cut stone set in a silver band with gorgeous leaf embellishments. “—is just a formality.”
Then he takes my hands. “You are mine, Luna Bordeaux. You always have been, and you always will be. Forever.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lift myself up. Before I can even cling to him properly, his hands are under my ass and he’s carrying me to the cabin.
My heart pounds the second we cross the threshold. I was too single-minded about Benoit earlier to even look at the rest of it. The memory of what happened, who we were, what we lost, it all rushes to the surface again.
But then Orion lays me down on the softest, most comfortable?—
I gasp. “You changed the cot!”
Looking around, I finally see everything Orion’s done for us—for me . The mattress, linens, the freshly lacquered walls, the cleaned hearth. And everything is decorated in the same rich, deep reds and greens I love in his home. Our home.
“Gave everything a little upgrade,” he says proudly.
I eye him. “The outhouse?”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he jokes, taking off my shoes and socks then toeing off his own. He growls, every word punctuated by removing a new piece of clothing. “Right now… I just wanna fuck my wife. Good and slow . I’m gonna savor every inch of your warm, soft pussy.”
“I’m your fiancée now, you know,” I whisper, licking my lips.
He shakes his head. “You’ve always been my world.”
On the last, he frees his rock-hard cock from his boxer briefs, and my mouth waters to taste the bead of precum gleaming at the tip. His eyes darken as he takes himself in hand. I lick my lips and flick my eyes up to his.
“Please, Orion?”
He groans and threads his other hand through my hair to cradle the back of my head. “Only a taste.”
I nod eagerly as he brings me closer, my mouth open and tongue waiting.
The way he looks at me when the smooth, velvet head glides past my lips—eager, focused attention on my mouth, jaw clenching with restraint—makes me moan.
The slightly salty flavor hits my tongue, and I wrap my mouth around him tight.
He hisses and pulls me slowly down his cock. I hollow my cheeks, opening my throat to take him deeper, and he tilts his head back.
“Goddamn, Luna,” the curse comes out low and rough, making my nipples perk.
I swirl my tongue around the underside, but then he’s suddenly tugging me off by my hair. I suck as hard as I can as he withdraws, popping out of my mouth.
“I said a taste, don’t make me fuck your mouth so hard I choke you again.”
My lips curl. “But I liked it.”
“No.” His voice brooks no argument, but his other hand caresses my cheek as he leans down. “Right now, I want my cock where it’s supposed to be. Inside my wife’s perfect cunt.”
He crawls over me on the bed, then peels off my tank and sports bra with one motion. Curling his fingers around the waistband of my tennis skirt, he pulls it down, and I lift my hips to help him slide off both it and my panties.
Then he’s on me, one hand around his cock as he notches himself at my entrance, the other gentle on the back of my neck as he whispers against my lips.
“Okay. What I said earlier, that question that wasn’t a question? You can answer it now.”
I smile. “ Yes .”
He pushes into me slowly, making us both groan. Just when I’m ready for him to plunge inside, he pauses halfway. I push up my hips, but he nips my bottom lip.
“Nah, ah, ah. Say the rest.”
“Yes,” I answer instantly and he pushes in a few more inches as I breathe. “Yes, Orion Fury, I’ll marry you. I want to be reckless with you too.”
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groans as he seats himself fully inside me.
I hum my appreciation and wrap my arms around his shoulders, eager to feel him move.
When he does, he’s slow, deep, intentional, and possessive in every stroke.
They end with a curve of his hips, hitting that spot inside me, and even though he’s easing in and out of me more deliberately than ever, it’s no less primal.
His gaze, green and brown, brown and green, the perfect depiction of duality, takes me in like I’m precious, and the words I’ve grown to feel more of each and every day roll off my tongue.
“I love you, Orion Fury.”
Those words are his own button, so to speak. His eyes flash, like he’s still surprised I’m head over heels for him. Then he grabs my ass hard, and his wicked grin goes straight to my pulsing clit, followed by a possessive growl that envelops me in a full-body shiver.
“I love you too, Luna Fury.”
My heart stutters, and he must take pleasure in my expression because he thrusts faster. His hips move with mine, his cock stroking the bundles of nerves inside me, while his pelvis grinds against my clit. My nails dig into his upper back, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Don’t be shy, little bird,” he rasps. “Let the forest hear my wife come on my cock.”
His permission frees my moan as heat coils in my belly. My muscles tighten, my legs lock around his waist, ankles hooking behind him.
“Fuck, Luna, fuck. I love when you hold me like this. Your cunt’s so tight and needy at this angle. Practically sucks me in.”
I can’t answer, my body giving into the throes of one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever given me. My breaths come fast as I squeeze and climb the high.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Chase it. Run to it. Fly to it, little bird. Come on your husband’s cock.”
Husband.
That’s what does it.
My whole body convulses, clenching around him so hard it’s painful. His grip on me is agonizingly delicious, and I drift with pleasure before soaring down, down, down. My breaths come out ragged as I try to catch them in my ecstasy and I’m a puddle in his arms.
He picks my languid body up and seats me in his lap, moving me like I weigh nothing while he finds the perfect angle and rhythm?—
Oh God.
“I’m com?—"
My second orgasm rips through me, shattering me even more than the first. I scream as lightning explodes behind my eyes, thunder in my bones, and he’s still pounding into me, deeper, faster, frantic now.
“Chase it, husband,” I murmur.
“Luna!” He roars my name and yanks me down, somehow pushing even more of himself into me. My legs tighten around his hips as he holds me still, spilling inside me. His hand cups the back of my head while his hips roll, slow and deep, making sure every last drop stays in me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
He bites into my neck where my bruise never really heals, making me cry out in agonizing pleasure-pain.
I moan until he releases, then hum against his neck and kiss him over and over until he pulls my head back and dives his tongue inside my eager mouth.
He doesn’t let go, doesn’t even let us move, only devours my mouth with the same fervor and intensity he does everything between us.
Finally he rests on his calves, keeping me flush to him as he stays inside me and presses our foreheads together.
“Think we made a little Fury that time?”
A tired, sated chuckle falls from my lips.
“Not unless your cum can swim past an IUD.”
He snorts. “I’ve defied worse odds.”
I laugh, my breaths rising and falling against his chest.
“I love you, wife. My reckless little bird.”
“I love you,” I whisper. “Thank you for being reckless with me.”
He smiles against my lips.
“Over a goddamn cliff, baby.”
~ The End ~