How he watched me when saying those words was super distracting. Orion’s eyes were so dark it was hard to see the color there. Whenever he annoyed me and I stopped paying attention to his words, I sneaked glances at his eyes and tried to guess the colors there. So far, I’d found some brown and a bit of green. The more familiar I became with his eyes, the harder they were to resist.
“Stop it, man,” I groaned. “You don’t want me.”
I needed to remember that. So did Rob Jr. in my pants. Otherwise I’d think about the rush when his energy connected with mine in the club. His energy was like a raw aphrodisiac and so delicious when paired with his hard cock through his pants. God, how it felt to rub against his palm with him whispering sinful things in my ear…
"Sleeping together comes with magical benefits,” Orion said. “And all kinds of emotional and let’s say ‘professional’ minefields. That carries risks. We’re already too close to this. Stopping Lex is personal for us. I haven’t even been able to tell you the full story of what happened between us.”
“Hey, man, I get it.” I could talk about lots of things, basically anything, except for the really hard topics. Telling him about Tommy had been even worse than going those ten rounds with the ball-crushing werewolf.
“I know.” Whoa, he looked at me almost fondly. Then he cleared his throat and carried on. “So, I had concerns. I still do, but…” He smirked. “Did you notice how none of my reservations involvenotwanting to fuck you senseless?"
Oh my God. Was he for real? What had gone so seriously wrong in the world that I stood here trying to talk myselfoutof hot incubus sex—no, out of hotOrion Lennoxsex? I was so not equipped for this.
I leaned against the counter while we talked, but I turned back towards my espresso to finish the rest and to stop looking at the living definition of temptation in front of me.
Of course, this gave him the perfect opportunity to press up against me, his front to my back, just like last night. His breath tickled my neck. I put my hands on the counter to steady myself.
"I want you, Rob.” His husky voice caused a shudder that he had to feel. “I’ve tried not to show it because if I give you an inch you will crawl into my bed and never get out."
"…I mean, that’s notnotaccurate."
Just when my resolve weakened and I started pressing back into him, he was gone. Orion unceremoniously left the room.
I had second thoughts immediately.
Did I seriously argueagainsthaving sex with Orion? Why the hell did I do that? Stupid, stupid, STUPID, Rob.
If most guys thought about sex every 30 seconds, then I thought about sex with Orion every… well, it was hard to say. I never counted because I was too busy thinking about Orion bending me over this counter or throwing me against the bookshelves in his study and having all the sex with me.
Plus, it could work, right? That wasn’t just my growing boner talking? Orion and I were having trouble forming a reliable connection and channeling magic together. His incubus powers opened up sexual avenues for doing just that. Once we were in touch with each other and magically in sync, then we could work on creating and using the power we generated together.
He returned a short time later with a, uh, what the heck was that?
He came back with athing.
"You aren’t wrong to be cautious,” he said. “If we do this, you should understand the risks. To connect and benefit magically and satisfy our desires, we’ll need an active sex life."
I groaned. "Don’t threaten me with a good time."
"The risk of connecting like this is when it becomes addicting and distracting,” he warned. “Some get lost in pleasure and see nothing else. I don’t want to hurt you. The stronger our connection becomes, the harder it is to ignore. That’s why it’s best to feed on different people and never see the same one too often."
Something about that seemed kinda depressing.
"Are you all really non-monogamous?”
"That’s howIdo things.” Orion crossed his arms, signaling no room for debate.
I changed the subject, nodding to the object in his hands. “Uh, what’s this?"
Orion demonstrated, putting the object to his lips and making noise. He had to do this a few times because at first I was too busy watching him press his lips against the wooden doohickey and blow.
Oh, the thing made a buzzing noise, no, a quack. A duck caller.
He handed it over. I turned it around in my hands. There was an inscription on the other side.From one hunter to another.
“A human business colleague gave that to me as a joke.” Obviously, only rich people would engrave a freaking duck caller. “In case I ever wanted to try his brand of hunting. Can you infuse it with some of your magic?”
Yes. I did just that. That meant I could trigger the sound whenever.
