“Mmm, so do I.” He bent his head to lick at my throat. “Well-fucked Rob sounds the best of all.”
“Oh God, Orion.” I couldn’t help giving him more of my raw, fucked out voice when he sounded so damn thrilled to hear it.
Orion lifted his head to view me. Sweat was just starting to bead against his chest. “I’m not sure what you think you’re doing, but you can enjoy your new shades of blue balls by yourself.I’mgoing to come.”
If I had enough coordination to roll my eyes, I would. “Nice bluff, dude.”
Wait, what? Was he serious? Orion grunted with exertion, his hips beginning to stutter and slow as he got ready to empty himself inside me.
“Hey, you’re cheating!”
“Oh really?” His eyebrow rose, looking down on me with amusement, and holy shit,thatwas the sexiest thing I’d ever seen with those silver eyes.
“F-foul! You can’t, nobody can come yet. Not-not until…”
“We do magic?” He pressed his lips to mine, only parting our mouths to whisper, "Maybe you should look up."
Holy whoa.
Where Orion’s boring regular white ceiling should be above us, a new scene had been painted there instead. With our powers, we magically crafted a new image to display above us.
A skyscape. An inky blue-black sky and twinkling silver sparks. Stars burst into existence over our heads. Orion and the stars, it fit. A whole sky up there, twinkling like his eyes did sometimes in the rare occasions when my nonsense amused him more than annoyed him. That had been happening more and more often these days.
Orion buried his head in my neck for a moment, biting and pressing into me. His hips worked and stuttered again as he came, and I followed him over the edge. Since we released the magic, the pleasure in me released too, pouring out and painting our stomachs.
The dark sky and every star dotting the new horizon, of course, was an illusion. A really cool one. Even in Orion’s plush as hell bed, we still were able to screw under the stars. We created our own private field of stars to take pleasure under.
10.Threats from Last Night
Rob
Once again, I woke up to several vaguely threatening text messages.
Unknown Number: Hey.
Unknown Number: Did you find it?
Unknown Number: Did you make what we talked about happen?
Unknown Number: You better not be ignoring me or you won’t like what happens next.
Guess I’d been ignoring my contact and he still needed the info from Bliss. But Orion Lennox’s penis pushed everything else out of the picture.
Okay, Lex the evil incubus we were chasing still mattered and was unfortunately unforgettable. I’d justratherthink about penis and unbelievably fabulous sex with my incubus benefactor.
Orion and I were really committed to becoming stronger and more in sync as we channeled magic and strengthened our connection. We were hoping to put something in motion before Lex found another victim on the weekend. So, we were basically having sex all the time and everywhere in his apartment. Butchanneling magicandstrengthening our connectionsounded better.
However, a break from our studies to catch my breath couldn’t hurt. I met my contact at a café near Orion’s apartment for coffee. The shadiness of cryptic messages from a blocked number and clandestine meetings aside, this was almost a noble mission. I wasn’t getting paid. Was I even getting my coffee free?
"You’re picking up the tab here, right?" I asked.
"You can afford a coffee. Aren’t most of your meals free now that you’re living with a sexual sugar daddy?"
"Most sugar daddies are sexual. Like, almost always if not always."
“Oh.” Max Temple processed this new info as he sat in the booth across from me and gave up on reading the menu.
I found myself on therightside of the law not too long ago, helping the DSA catch an arsonist coven when I met Max. Whatever he’d been through was so dark or so classified that I still hadn’t received the full story, but we hit it off and started texting. Now we were something like friends. We even did the occasional favor for each other.
