“Fuck,” he growled, his hand trailing up my belly to cup and knead one of my breasts. “You arebeautiful.”
Riordan gave a grunt of agreement as Orion bent over me to begin kissing his way from my collarbones down until his lips wrapped around one nipple. I groaned as he tugged on it with his teeth.
I watched as he straightened and reached to the laces on his kilt. All this time, and neither me nor Riordan had been given the chance to undress him.
“I want to touch—” I began as I sat up.
“No,” he stopped me with a quick shake of his head. “Tonight I am the one taking,” he explained.
I was unsure what that meant exactly, but I nodded and lay back again to watch him tug off his tunic and expose that beautiful body covered in tattoos and scars. My eyes followed the trail of hair down his stomach as he unlaced his kilt again until that too was peeled away.
Good. Gods. Were all males generously proportioned or was it just griffins?
Orion smiled at my approval and then at Riordan’s too when his eyes flickered up to him. He knelt on the bed, and my heart began pounding once more as he dragged me toward him againand leaned over me. His kiss on my mouth was a delicious mixture of all three of us.
Orion reached between us, drawing a gasp from me as he gently plunged his fingers into me again.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” he groaned gutturally as he used my arousal to coat his straining cock.
Orion leaned over me again to brush himself against me in a glorious caress from my clit to my opening and then back. I groaned and arched helplessly off the bed in response to the silky feel of him before remembering to check on him. I was relieved to see his expression was still heated, although he also seemed almost thoughtful as he watched our bodies brushing together again.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“Yes. I just… I have never been with a woman like this by choice before,” he murmured before tracing his cock back through my slick centre once more.
“Itisyour choice this time, Orion. And you can stop anytime. Even after we have begun,” I reassured him.
His eyes darted up to mine as if to check that I meant this promise. I did, which seemed to settle his remaining nerves, and Orion bent to brush our lips together.
“Ready?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I hissed, and then whimpered in encouragement when he notched himself. He gripped just above my waist and held me still as he pushed inside with one slow thrust until he was fully hilted in me.
“Fuck,” he growled, mirroring my internal chanting as he dropped his head down onto my chest. I needed him to start moving, but he hesitated as if recomposing himself. And I did not want to push for anything that he was not yet ready for so I made myself lay still.
Orion finally shifted to brace over me on just one hand and gripped my wrists over my head with the other.
“Hold her,” he commanded Riordan who was happy tocomply with a kiss on my knuckles before he pinned my arms down overhead.
Orion took hold of my waist again to hold me as he began to move. And holy gods. He had angled himself so every thrust made his length run along my clit. He began to alternate between long slow plunges and some quicker, more shallow thrusts until I was ready to come undone.
The urge to touch him was undeniable, but Riordan held my hands down. He peppered kisses along my arms every time I pulled against his hold. I was unsure if Orion had asked him to do it simply to include Riordan or if he wanted to prevent me from touching him. I wanted to be respectful of boundaries he set, but there was no denying that the restraint also made things even more exciting.
And the way he watched me, completely absorbed in every breath and groan, made me the centre of his world. There was no discomfort or uncertainty in his every slow but powerful and intentional thrust. I was not sure what to expect from sex with him, but it definitely was not this exquisite lovemaking. He was so attentive as he adjusted the way he moved in perfect response to whatever tells he seemed to be reading from my body.
My next climax was a slow cresting, a hitch of breath, and then a long sigh against his lips when he lowered his face to mine as if to breathe it in. The groan that rumbled out of him at the sensation of my sex milking his length was utterly gut-wrenching. And Riordan kissing my arms and shoulder seemed to make it feel even sweeter.
Once my pleasure had been fully wrung out of me by his patient strokes, Orion shifted nimbly onto his knees. He dragged my hips with him and rested them between his thighs to ensure our bodies did not separate. Then he continued to thrust much harder this time as he pressed down lightly on my lower stomach again. Which caused that highly sensitive spot inside me to be pressed more fully against his cock as he pistoned into me.
I screamed this time when I came, clenching his cock overand over in spasms until he leaned back over me. One of his arms looped under my ass to hold my hips up against his so he could bury himself as deep as he could get while he came completely undone. And the sound of him losing his breath and moaning through each residual spasm was easily one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. When Riordan released my arms, I wrapped them around Orion without thinking, but thankfully, he seemed more than happy to accept my embrace. So I held onto him, enjoying the bliss of a post-orgasm haze and breathing in his comforting scent. A scent that somehow seemed to intensify when he turned his head and began running his forehead back and forth over my shoulder. It seemed to be intentional although I had no idea what it meant.
That magnetic tug, which I’d felt between us before the battle in Erétria, suddenly flared again. I felt Orion tense as my awareness turned to exploring the budding bond this time instead of shutting it down immediately.
“I will never force this. But I do want it,” I admitted, and he squeezed me tighter against him.
“I want it too, I am just…” Orion trailed off, but he did not need to finish his sentence for me to know his fears.
“Iwantyou, Orion,” I insisted as my hands began to run soothingly up and down his back. Riordan usually put his wings away during intimacy so it was strange to feel those feathered joints between Orion’s shoulder blades. From over his shoulder, I could see them lying almost flat on the bed on either side of us in utter capitulation.
