54. Orion
ORION
Have the two of them lost their minds? I ask myself as I try to process my anger.
Why the fuck is my brother always taking what’s mine and fucking up my fun?
If anyone should be helping her with my classes, it’s me.
Fucking Soren receives the small smile curving her lips as he agrees.
Sable hops off the chair and disappears from my view. Why the fuck didn’t she ask me?
I follow her steps from the other side of the library as she searches the shelves for something.
My eyes stick to her as she keeps moving toward the books on art and design.
She thinks we don’t know she’s interested in fashion?
Soren is the only one who didn’t. The rest of us made it our job to know everything about her.
Even fuckface Hadrian seems to understand some basics about her.
The second I laid my eyes on her, I designed a full wardrobe for her—not only because fitting her curves made my cock hard but because I knew she could appreciate it.
My back presses against a shelf, and a shadow hides me from view as she scans the books.
The dress she’s wearing is shorter than the other ones and rides all the way up to her ass when she reaches for a book I know well sitting up on the top shelf.
If she asks Soren about it, I think I’ll kill them both.
The muscles in her calves are still toned, but she’s not the same as when she got here.
She’s so soft, all I think about is touching her.
Sable is soft enough to consume, and I’m so drawn to her that I accidentally step into her line of vision, just wanting to be closer.
Our eyes clash, and she seems to expect me. My cock stands at attention any time she looks so perfect, but when it feels like I can’t have her and she’s staring right at me? This is painful.
“Soren,” she says, leveling me in one word. I guess I can understand why she would assume I’m him.
“Wrong,” I say, growing even more tired of the constant mixups when the two of them were just talking shit about me. Maybe I should kill my brother and just take her for myself. It’s actually a miracle that’s never happened with an Offering before.
“Orion,” she says my name as if it’s venom on her tongue, and maybe if she’s so offended by it, I should fuck her mouth clean.
Damn, I do want to fuck that mouth.
“What do you have there?” I ask from my position at the end of the aisle, cocking my head toward the book in her hands.
“Nothing, why are you here?” Hilariously, she hides it behind her back as if that can deter me. I ignore her question, stepping toward her. I tilt my head to the side, biting back a smile.
“What brings you to the library?”
“Soren,” she says with an arch of her eyebrow. “You know that I’m with him today.”
“Oh yes.” I nod. “I know,” I say, referencing their little moment before.
Her eyes narrow, anger showing once again.
“Why are you suddenly so interested in what I’m doing? Usually, you can’t see past your own reflection long enough to notice other people.”
Rather than take the bait, I reach behind her and snatch the book she was hiding. It’s not a surprise when I see the book is Fundamentals of Fashion Design , but it’s a surprise when I glance back at her, and her cheeks are red-hot with embarrassment.
“You never told me you needed a tutor,” I taunt. “I was sitting right there the whole time while Soren didn’t even bother to pick you up until you almost drowned.”
“I don’t need a tutor, and you never had benevolent intentions in taking me with you, did you?”
She tries to push me away, so I step even closer. “You should be more worried about my ego than my nonexistent good nature.”
She swallows hard, and her quick eyes flash as she realizes I heard what they were saying.
“I’m sorry if the truth offends you.”
“The truth doesn’t fucking offend me when it comes from property. You don’t get a valid opinion for another six months!” My voice rises much too high for the library, and she looks back and forth, concerned that someone might hear us.
“Orion, you might think you own me, but that doesn’t mean much when there’s an expiration date, does it? At best, you fucking lease me.”
Passion flames behind her eyes, and her intensity is almost hard to bear. I need to consume her, run my hands all over her, fuck her until she submits to me and says I get to keep her.
“I do own you. I’m going to own you for the rest of your life.”
“You are actually insane.”
I toss the book aside, and her head follows the movement with a small gasp. My fingers twitch to touch as I reach for her chin and make her look at me. “What if I have another deal for you?” I offer, feeling as insane as she accused.
“No more deals,” she says. “I don’t want anything from you when this is over.
” She laughs, a raspy sound that I rarely have a chance to hear, but it’s like a knife in my chest. I don’t inspire happiness in people, and I surely am not right now, but I’m suddenly frantic to be needed.
My palm spans to her cheek, feeling her smooth skin until my fingers tangle into her hair.
I force her to tip her head and look me in the eye.
“What’s funny?” I growl, trying not to show how insecure I feel.
“The idea that I need or want anything from someone who calls me property.”
“You’re here right now, aren’t you?”
She bites her lip and doesn’t respond, but I feel there’s something big behind it.
Her being our Offering has never made the most sense, but I’m suddenly sure Sable is keeping a secret.
Is this some deep Briarwick plot she worked out with her father, before he died?
The paranoia I often worry about creeps up my back.
Soren and I share this tendency, and it’s led to some poor choices.
Rather than thinking through my actions, I push my erection into her stomach.
My lips press to hers, and she whimpers into my mouth.
She’s so soft as her body molds into mine.
My needs aren’t just sexual anymore, and I can’t understand why her skin feels like the answer to my problems. I yank her head back, breaking off the contact.
She looks at me with hazy eyes, mouth red from my demanding kisses.
“I’m more animal than man, Sable. You can’t escape something like me once I’ve made up my mind,” I say between her lips. “I don’t respect anything but what I want.”
She shakes her head against my lips, and our teeth clash. “Animals respect power and strength. You love that you can’t break me. You will never fucking own me, and you only have six months left.”
I groan in agony and arousal as I shove her hard against the shelf.
My hands rove her body, squeezing too hard, and demanding something flesh isn’t capable of giving.
It’s not enough, and I turn her around, knowing I can’t look into those knowing eyes with everything I’m feeling.
Her hands catch the shelf before her face, and I keep a hand on the back of her neck as I rip her fishnets.
Her creamy skin is exposed to the cold air of the library, and the round globes of her ass prickle in goose bumps.
Sable holds herself to the shelf, already in the perfect position and completely unaware of where this is going.
My hand raises without her realizing, and the whoosh of air is almost silent before it connects with her ass.
She yells as I strike her, the sting to my palm feels almost as good as the cuts when I wrote her name in my skin.
I don’t wait before my hand falls again, and this time, a lovely moan slips free.
Break, break, break , I chant to myself as the hits rain down. My palm burns relentlessly, but I don’t stop until she murmurs.
“Yours.”
I know she doesn’t mean it. Torture never brings true admissions, only desperate hopes to save oneself, but that’s enough for me right now.
Showing her the ugliness inside me and breaking something so beautiful is addictive.
They’re all wrong. I don’t love her. I just need to destroy her before she destroys me.
Addictive little whore, impossible to walk away from.
My need for her surpasses anything I've felt before.
Every encounter she cracks something in me, and then she mends something else. I hate her for what she does to me.
The hand that spanks her pulls my cock out of my pants, then slides her panties to the side.
I sink into her cunt, so hot and tight, growling with possessiveness.
If someone is listening or coming to help her, that only makes this better for me.
I love an audience. Sable doesn’t have the presence of mind to be worried.
Her body hangs limp from the spanking, and she’s moaning before I’m even balls deep.
She pushes her ass against me, and the heat from the strikes warms my thighs.
She clenches, taking me even deeper, and I thrust as if there’s no tomorrow. I need to tear her apart too.
Steps announce someone is coming. Sable turns to look, but I grab her hair once again and force her head in the other direction.
It doesn’t matter who it is. She’s here for me and no one else.
My brother comes around the corner, and I smile at him.
Took him long enough, but I guess he’s still pretending he doesn’t want my favorite toy.
Soren takes us in, and his hands close into fists. His dark eyes pin Sable writhing as she takes my cock deeper and deeper. Damn, she’s so fucking good.
“Look, Sable. It’s your knight in shining armor. The man who offered to help you with something he has absolutely no understanding of.”
“Orion, you’re not serious right now.” But he sees my hard, wet cock, so obviously I am.
“Come on, Brother, I can’t be the only one who's desperate to fuck her. Look how good this cunt feels stretched around me. You’re going to tell me you don’t want any?
” I taunt. I’m so angry, I’d rather not share, but would anything be better than personally watching his fall from grace? I don’t think so.
I stare into my brother’s eyes, the ones that perfectly match my own, and no matter how different he pretends we are, he can’t lie to me when we have this connection.
I know everything about him, whether or not he hates me for it.
His control snaps like an elastic band as I flip her dress up, showing off her ass, to push him.
My finger slides close to her tight hole, and Sable gasps when I force the entry.
I make the same sound as I feel my own cock inside her.
“Come on, Soren. Do you want to take her ass or her mouth?”