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“Orion!” she gasped, teeth tugging at his bottom lip with a sharpness that made him slide his finger against her opening, prepared to plunge it into her heat. “Wait.”
“You want this, princess. You’re just about ready to come already, aren’t you? In front of all these people.”
Her response was a sharp whimper that escalated until she bit him again, hard, at which point the sound in her throat turned into a growl.
Everything went white as something struck his temple. He reeled, swinging at whoever the fuck just attacked him. It was only after he knocked out a few of the onlookers, with the others quickly jostling out of range, that he realized it was Kaia who had decked him. Kaia, who was standing there holding a shaking hand to her jaw as she stared at his fist.
The teary look on her face made his fury deflate, just a little and for only a moment, before coming back with a vengeance.
Orion rounded on her. His hand curled around her throat, hoisting her into the air. All those eyes gave him was rage and loathing as she grabbed his wrists, smearing blood from her fingertips on his skin, and delivered a sharp kick into his groin.
Just the way I taught her,Orion thought with an untimely pang of pride.
Wrong place, wrong time.
Another vicious kick to his stomach and he flung her to the ground, though she landed on her feet, crouched like a little evil thing.
“I told you to fucking wait!” she yelled over the blaring of the music, shrinking back as he approached. He kept coming, threads of black tension cinching his ribs with each heavy step, tighter and tighter until he couldn’t breathe anymore. Not as himself.
“You know what to do, don’t you?”
But instead of doing that, she straightened her spine and swung. Her palm landed wetly on his cheek with an emphatic crack.
Then she disappeared into the crowd.
His prey was finally running.
* * *
He gave her a few seconds’ head start, though it was hard to resist. He didn’t know theZenithwell to guess which way she might run, but he didn't need to. He sensed her like she was on the other side, a string tied around his rib, drawing him after her.
As Orion forced through the crowd, he savored the trail of adrenaline she'd left behind. His only disappointment was that he couldn’t sense her mind. If she had a fucking NS, he could have. He could’ve tasted the chase so much better that way. But no—she just had to be a stubborn bitch at every opportunity. The metallic taste melted into the roof of his mouth.
Out of the theater, he rounded a corner at full speed. He filtered out his own footsteps and honed in the slapping of bare feet ahead. She must’ve kicked off her shoes. Yes, there they were, flashing past his vision in a blur. And there was her silhouette, arms pushing in the darkness, hips working underneath the skintight dress she had no business running in. She was panting, breaths coming out as little raspy coughs. He closed in. And just like that, all he had to do was reach out and grab a fistful of the fire atop her head and yank. Her head snapped back and she let out a hiss, staggering backward against him.
He redirected her trajectory, pulling her sideways against the wall, and finally saw that flash of fear he’d been waiting for.
“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” He smashed himself against her back. With one hand still tangled against her scalp, the other slammed into the wall by her cheek. “Hmm?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, whatever weakness she had betrayed was replaced by an iron rod straightening her spine, hardening her face even with one side of it squeezed against the wall. The knot between her brows smoothed into a canvas that anyone else might think was blank. But Orion wasn’t anyone. He was an uhyre, and he saw it—the field on fire with a madness that shut out the world.
“What are you waiting for, Orion?” Her words were a cold, steady breath that wormed into his ears. “You wanna hurt me? Just do it. Get it over with.”
Orion smiled. “Oh, but that would be too easy.”
He pitched forward, head dipping until the pulse in her neck drummed against his lips. “I know what you’re afraid of.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t give anything away. He was impressed by her restraint, even more so when she looked back at him as best she could. “I’m not afraid.”
Liar.
“Prove it.” Orion pushed himself back, releasing her head. He flicked his finger into his mouth and onto his tongue, where his spikes already wept metallic nectar. Her eyes widened and fixed on his finger, which glistened with the silver substance.
“No. Please…” That was when she finally cracked. She writhed, fighting to squeeze herself out from between him and the wall in a futile struggle.
Orion smirked, pressing the bulk of his body harder against her. He brought his finger to small lips, smudging them with exorin. Her face twisted in disgust, all traces of earlier arousal long gone. She was terrified, yet she refused to fucking admit it. Why wouldn’t she just admit it? Why couldn’t she just bega little?
She couldn’t have it both ways: pulling away from him, yet pretending he didn’t scare her. Pretending she just didn’twanthim. Because he knew she fucking did—he knew she was as wet as he was hard after their sparring sessions, just like back there in that theater. And who was she to be making demands here anyway? She was his. She’d agreed to this, yet she was still fighting it.
