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I flip onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him. His hands grip my hips as he lines himself up again, teasing my entrance with the broad head of his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough with approval. “So eager.”

When he slams into me from behind, the new angle hits spots that make me see stars. His massive frame covers mine completely, caging me against the earth as he sets a rhythm that borders on savage.

“Feel how deep I am,” he pants against my ear. “Feel how perfectly you grip me. Like you were made for this.”

Ancient trees lean their branches like voyeurs while my magic pours from our connection in spirals that make flowers bloom and die in time with our rhythm.

“Harder,” I beg, pushing back to meet his brutal thrusts. “Please.”

“Greedy little thing,” he growls, giving me exactly what I asked for. “You love this, don’t you? Love being taken like this.”

“Yes,” I sob, beyond shame now. “I love it.”

When he finally comes, roaring my name like a battle cry, I feel him pulsing as he fills me. The sound echoes through Wild Court territory with enough force to announce to every creature within miles exactly who I belong to.

He collapses over me, breathing hard, his massive frame trembling with the aftershocks. “Fuck,” he pants against my shoulder. “I’m sorry, that was—I’ve been waiting so long for you, I couldn’t?—”

“Don’t apologize,” I murmur, stroking his sweat-dampened hair. “That was perfect.”

“No, it wasn’t.” He lifts his head, amber eyes holding embarrassment and determination. “You deserve better than me losing control like some untested boy.”

I can’t help but smile at his mortification. “Orion?—”

“Give me a minute,” he says, voice rough with promise. “Guardian magic has its advantages.”

I feel him stirring against my thigh, already growing hard again. The recovery time is inhuman—but then again, so is he.

“That’s definitely not human,” I breathe, watching him return to full hardness with supernatural speed.

His grin turns absolutely wicked. “Told you guardian magic has perks. And this time...” He sits back on his heels, hands spanning my waist. “This time I’m going to worship you properly.”

He moves to lean against a broad tree trunk, pulling me with him. “Come here, beautiful thing. I want to watch you ride me. Want to see you take what you need.”

Warmth floods my face, but I straddle his massive thighs without hesitation. His hands guide me until I’m positioned over him, pressing against my entrance.

“Take your time,” he murmurs, amber eyes burning as they travel my body. “Take what you want. Use me however you need.”

I sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch as he fills me completely. From this angle, he feels impossibly deep, hitting spots that make my vision blur.

“Look at you,” he groans, hands gripping my hips. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

I start to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both moan. His hands roam my body with hunger—cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I’m writhing on his lap.

“That’s it,” he pants, watching my face. “Ride me however you want. Take your pleasure.”

The control is intoxicating. I can set the pace, the depth, the angle—using his body for my pleasure while he watches.

“Harder,” he urges when I start bouncing faster. “Show me how good it feels.”

The dirty talk sends me spiraling toward the edge. When I come this time, it’s with my head thrown back, crying his name to the forest canopy while my body clenches around him.

“Perfect,” he breathes, then flips us so I’m beneath him again. “Now let me finish what I started.”

This time when he takes me, it’s with devastating control. He pulls almost completely out before sliding back in with agonizing slowness, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me.

“Feel that?” he murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with restraint. “Feel how perfectly I fit inside you? Like this body was made for me.”