Chapter 14 #2
I’m running out of time. I need to fix this before I fuck it up.
His lips lingered over my cheek as if he wanted to kiss me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured me, then seemed to lose whatever internal battle he was fighting as he secured his fingers into the dip of my neck.
It was one of his claiming motions, one that made me tighten my thighs in response.
I turned my head to face him, forgetting why I was fighting this, too, as I gently brushed his lips with mine. “But I do,” I insisted, flicking out my tongue to taste him.
His flavor was like the aftermath of a fire, the pleasant warmth of a flame that had just gone out. I wanted to ignite it again.
“And what do you have to be sorry for?” he asked, mimicking my little flicks with his own.
His fingers dug into my thigh, pressing me against his growing erection that prodded my hip.
The thin layers of clothing between us did little to hide it.
“If you don’t want to go any further, I can wait, little star.
You can have all the time you need.” He kissed me tenderly, then hesitated as if seeing how I’d react.
I opened my mouth to him and moved closer into his chest. He groaned as his tongue delved into my mouth for a forbidden taste.
“I’m sorry for this,” I whispered, then grabbed him hard and kissed him.
I opened the door holding the sunlight in. I let it shine out, blasting it into him without warning.
He grunted against the impact as he tore me off his lap, but I had given him a powerful dose, one I couldn’t hold on to any longer.
He couldn’t pull away from our kiss. Instead, he shoved me against a wall, breaking the furniture in our way as my back slammed against the hard surface.
It hurt, but my need to give him more of this power overrode the pain.
My legs grappled for him, wrapping around his hips as he pressed against my core.
He ground his hard length along my center, seeking friction as I whimpered at the explosion of pleasure that bloomed between my legs.
“Turn it off, little star,” he growled against my mouth. His fingers clawed at the straps of my dress, yanking it down.
I reached between us, desperately wanting to be closer. My skin burned, my body was feverish, and my muscles trembled with the need to get it out.
“I can’t,” I whispered, the air shimmering with heat as I finally found the button to his pants and ripped it off.
He grabbed my wrist to stop me from tugging down the zipper. Instead, he rocked his hips, grinding against me as I panted, every breath filled with searing heat.
“I know it’s a lot to ask of you to hold on to my sunlight,” he said. He gripped the roots of my hair and yanked, making me look up at him. “But you’re going to have to, little star. I can’t take it back. Not until Calamity learns how to use it.”
I blinked at him as tears burned in my eyes. “Why are you helping Calamity?” I asked, my voice weaker than I would have liked it. “Why can’t you just come back to me, Orion?”
He ran his tongue over my lower lip, catching some of the heat that had gathered there.
I spotted golden droplets on his tongue.
He was taking some of it in despite himself.
Or maybe that was how he planned on helping Calamity learn how to use it.
Perhaps Calamity’s confidence that a fragment of itself could handle divine power would be its downfall.
His entire body trembled as two of his freckles flared to life.
I watched, mesmerized, as his expression changed. “Tell me what would make this easier for you, Lily.”
My eyes rounded.
That was the first time he had called me “Lily” since all of this had begun.
“Take this sunlight, Orion. Get it out of me. Take it back,” I begged as I rolled my hips, grinding myself on his erection.
If he gave me what I wanted, he would finally open up. I could save him. I could stop Calamity from twisting his mind beyond recognition and—
A beep sounded, startling me as I realized that Orion had tugged a device from his pocket. It was flashing and I stared at it.
“Orion?” I asked.
He tossed it across the room. “I just let the twins out. They’ll be here in—”
A sword sliced between us, stopping at Orion’s throat as I screamed.
Sam was holding the hilt, steadily pressing the weapon against the demigod’s skin. “Let her go,” he said with quiet lethality.
Azra waltzed into the room. He looked like he’d just come from a shower and had a towel hung loosely around his hips.
Sam was already dressed, wearing a silky shirt and black pants. His white wings looked perfectly healthy and magnificent as they drifted behind him; apparently his suit was made to accommodate the wings.
“She’s human,” Orion informed them as his throat bobbed against the sword. I whimpered when black blood drizzled over his collarbone.
His blood shouldn’t be that color.
“We’re aware,” Azra said as a light flashed, then a whip appeared in his hand.
The Sword of Justice.
And the Whip of Penance.
Purgatory’s angels had come out to play.
Orion growled in response. “It was a mistake to give her my sunlight. A human body isn’t meant to hold it. I need you two to take it from her.”
Sam gave the demigod a raised brow. “Wouldn’t the logical thing be for you to take back your own damn sunlight?”
Orion pressed his lips into a thin line.
His fingers dug into my hip before he answered.
“I can’t. And if you don’t obey me, we’re all going to be thrown into the dungeon.
No matter what side you’re on, Hades is arriving in the morning, and if I’m not as he expects me to be, he’s going to have all our asses. ”
That explained why Orion was taking chances. Calamity was in his ear and it thought it had a trump card. None of us could stand up against a male muse.
Unless…
An idea sprang into my mind, but it was going to be hell to execute. Samael’s blade sizzled with power as Orion bled, and the heat rioting in my core swirled, demanding that it come out.
“You need to release the sunlight you’re holding on to, little star,” Orion pressed.
“Into the twins?” I asked.
“We’re not going to—” Sam began, but Orion cut him off.
“Yes,” Orion growled.
I locked on to Sam’s gaze, then looked at Azra. My devious angel was threading the whip through his fingers, seeming to be waiting for the moment to use it.
Right now Orion was still pressed between my thighs, digging his fingers into my hip. Samael held the blade against his throat with steady precision.
Whatever I said next would determine how this would go, but it meant trusting Orion, something I had a hard time doing at the moment.
“Promise you’ll stay with me,” I told Orion. That was a vital part of my plan.
He seemed to think about it, then nodded. “Of course.”
I licked my lips. “T-then I need one of them to kiss me… while you… Fuck. Please, Orion, please fuck me.”
Orion’s eyes went dark as a feral grin stretched across his face. “You only have to ask, little star.” He gave Samael a challenging glance. “I’ll need you to remove that sword of yours, and decide which one of you is going to take the first dose. It’s going to burn.”
Sam glanced at his brother and the two seemed to have a silent conversation, then the sword vanished.
Only for Azrael’s whip to wrap around Orion’s throat. The angel leaned in and growled in his ear. “If you hurt her, I’m going to snap your neck, so be careful, demigod. If she so much as cries, I’m taking it out on you.”
“Hmm,” Orion conceded as he unzipped his pants, then pushed aside my underwear. “Then for my sake, Samael, you had better swallow her screams.”