Chapter 16 Orion #2
I laugh. “Yeah, most of his sweet stories involve girls. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve made peace with who he is. Was…”
“Not all the stories are like that, but he was always sticking up for the underdog. He didn’t take shit seriously, he fucked around way too much, he definitely let Grayson take on the burden of running the clan more than he should have…
but he also helped me and Gray find a balance.
The New Moon runs, have you heard about those? ”
Mona groans. “Cora told me.”
“Cora is a traditionalist. She approves of very little. I can only imagine what she said about the New Moon runs. She also always made it seem like it was Grayson’s idea, as another way to get his loose cannon brother under control.
But it was Silas’s idea. Said wolves needed to run free.
Be less rigid. And he was right. We had more matings and small packs form during those runs than at any other time. ”
Mona laughs. “So it was a fuckfest. Why am I not surprised he was enthusiastic about that idea?”
I chuckle. “It wasn’t a fuckfest. It was… a time to remind ourselves that we are not human. That we live in nature, we have two forms, and we can run free. The full moon run, the holidays, those are about community and strength. The new moon was about potential.”
As Mona relaxes, her sweet honey scent grows sharper. We watch the animals in the distance scurry, the birds swoop through the sky. Then she shifts in my arms and turns to face me.
“You’re always defending those you love. You did it before with Grayson. And now, with Silas.”
I shrug, a little uncomfortable with the observation.
When I say nothing, she presses on. “You’re pretty fucking awesome, Orion. Have I told you that?”
I smile, and this time, it takes on a sharper edge. “No. Tell me again.” I run my teeth along her jawline as she tilts her head toward me.
She whispers, “Okay,” then turns in my arms. She presses against me until my back finds the boulder and she settles her weight onto my lap, thighs clamping around me.
My hands hold her generous hips while her fingers dig under my shirt, nails scraping across my stomach and chest before working the fabric up, making my entire body tense with pleasure.
Hungry eyes lock with mine as she fights with my belt, hands shaking as the sound of metal and leather give way, zipper pulling down.
I thrust my hips upward, paralyzed with need as she yanks the rest of my clothes off.
“Oh, fuck me,” I rasp as her fingers wrap around my cock the instant it springs free, a glistening bead forming at the tip.
She squeezes until I gasp, twisting her fist root to tip.
I stare at her straddling my lap, bee-stung lips parted, freckles against flushed skin, bright blue eyes dark with desire.
She doesn’t break our gaze as saliva drips deliberately from between her pretty lips, landing on my slit.
A jolt rips through me, sending shivers along my spine when it lands.
She spits again, then grips me so tight I see stars, pumping up, thumb circling the sensitive head before plunging back down. My breath catches and my hips buck involuntarily, desperately trying to meet each stroke, chasing the electric need building at the base of my spine.
“You’re pretty fucking awesome, Orion,” she repeats. Then takes me into her mouth.
“Oh, oh—” I moan, the surprise of it almost as thrilling as the feel of her warm mouth and velvety tongue as she swallows me down. “My fucking fuck, oh, just like that. Oh, just like that, ahh—”
She relaxes her throat and bobs her head before picking up speed, all the while twisting the base of my length with her hand, massaging my balls with the other. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks deeper. My eyes roll back as I grunt, “Fuck yes, suck it harder. That’s so good, firefly.”
I swear she’s sucking down my soul. Every touch, the rhythm, the feel of her. Mona, my mate, has my cock in her mouth. How did I get so lucky?
My fingers wrap around my knot and the second I squeeze, it pulses back against my hand.
I need more of her—all of her. I pull Mona off me and have her stripped bare and under me in seconds. When I part her thighs, her pink pussy is already wet with slick. My fingers trace the curve of her thigh, teasing her skin up to her core. “Please,” she whimpers, arching into my touch.
Parting her folds, I push inside with excruciating slowness, my eyes locked on the sight of my thick cock disappearing inside her body, savoring every inch she takes.
Her eyes flutter closed, legs locking around my back, pulling me deeper.
I press my forehead to hers, swallowing her gasps as I build a punishing rhythm—torturous, slow withdrawal, then deep, savage thrusts.
I pick up speed, fucking her with increasing urgency, the slick heat of her body gripping me like a vise with each thrust.
Mona’s voice fractures. “I love you, Orion.” Her fingers snake through my hair, digging into my scalp, forcing my eyes to meet hers. “I love you,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
My hips pull back slowly, savoring the friction as every nerve ending in my cock fires against her tight heat, then drive forward with such brutal force, she gasps my name.
“You—” I growl, my voice inhuman. I pull out just to the tip, then slam back in.
“Are—” Her nails rake down my back. I withdraw again, achingly slowly, watching her back arch with demand.
When I finally thrust back, the impact sends a shockwave through her body, tits bouncing as she cries out, head thrown back in ecstasy, thighs quivering against mine as her body welcomes me deeper than I’ve ever been.
“Mine!” The word tears from my throat as I drive my knot deep inside her, and it swells and locks us together.
Her walls pulse around me, matching my need, and she’s incoherently sobbing my name.
My teeth are burning. My jaw unhinges. Mona’s scream rips through the air, “Yes!”
And then I sink my incisors into her shoulder, breaking skin, tasting copper, then honey and sweet flowers.
She convulses beneath me, gurgling screams of pleasure, strangled primal sounds, and my entire life flashes before my eyes.
Fucking detonates. Everything lights up, realigns. There was before. And then after.
Then and now.
Darkness and light.
Pleasure dances along the bond, and I barely register her tiny teeth on my shoulder, biting into my flesh.
Our bond comes alive, my climax shooting out of my cock.
Her pussy squeezes my knot so fucking tight I nearly black out.
We’re not even thrusting. We’re on another plane.
She comes with so much force, through the bond I can feel her orgasm like it’s my own and it restarts mine. It’s never-ending.
I think I’m shouting her name. I think the sky is blue. I think we’re outdoors. I’m not sure.
All I know is that I love Mona. I love my mate more than anything in existence, and now she is unequivocally, irrevocably mine.
The wind picks up. I only register it because Mona’s skin, slick with sweat, cools down quickly. She shivers, making her pussy quiver around my cock. Another spurt of cum. A zap along my spine. My balls twitch. My body shakes. My mind slowly returns to the plane of existence.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
Then laugh. And she laughs, too.
“You’re pretty fucking awesome, Orion,” she says again, languid and lazy. I kiss her lips. Her cheeks. Her eyelids. I cover her face and neck in kisses because I can’t get enough.
A strange bird sound pulls my attention north. I look over. Across the cliff, a massive bird sits perched on a tree branch, watching us. Is that…?
An odd sensation tingles down my spine. When I blink, suddenly, the bird is gone.
In the distance, storm clouds gather on the ridge. That metallic scent of rain before the clouds break grows heavy. Having no interest in moving, but knowing I need to get my mate home before the rain, I slowly pull out. My knot hasn’t softened completely, but enough that it pops in release.
Our cum spills out of her. I watch in satisfaction as it darkens the boulder beneath her.
“Neanderthal.”
I laugh and look up. Mona’s bemused grin goes from me to the wet splash of our combined fluids. Her honey scent spills out of her. The floral mixes with the storm. It’s intoxicating.
“Come.” I stand, then help her quickly dress. And because I am a Neanderthal, I throw her onto my back and carry her out of the woods, hurrying along the trail until we’re back at the truck. She shrieks, just as the raindrops pelt our backs, before we’re inside the cab.
My bond with my mate is synapsing. I can feel everything. It’s chaotic, like there are too many phone lines ringing. I have to figure out which ones to pick up.
And there, faintly, in the background… I can feel Silas.
My brooding pack mate.
The woods, the sky, the taste of her still on my tongue—it all blends together, and he can feel it all, too.
He can think what he wants, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting him leave us.