Page 76 of Unveil

God, what’s wrong with me?

“Orion?” My voice trembles, heart racing, torn between fear and need. Rebellion and surrender. The urge to flee, or to fly straight into the forbidden.

More, please. Break me only for you. Make me yours.

I try again, fighting for better judgment.“We shouldn’t, Orion. I… I’m not on birth control?—”

“Shhh, baby.” His thumb starts slow, comforting circles on my hip. “It’s okay. I already know. Trust me.”

His reassurance quiets the storm in my mind even though my pulse still thunders. My body bends easily for him as his hand on my neck arches me back, bringing me flush to his chest.

He whispers against my neck. “We want this, don’t we?”

I swallow, unable to argue.

His teeth scrape lightly over my skin, the promise of a bite.

God, am I crazy? This is careless, impulsive… everything I shouldn’t be. And yet the feral part of me craves for him to mark me, to claim me fully.

“Please,” I whimper, not sure if I’m begging him to trap me or free me. Or both all at once.

“Soon,” he murmurs. “Soon I’ll give you everything, Luna. Every goddamn thing.”

He lifts my hips, angling to allow his cock to nudge deeper. I gasp as he taunts my body’s resistance.

“Fuck, I can feel where you kept yourself for me,” he whispers reverently.

“What… what are we doing?” My voice wavers, but his gaze steadies me, sure serenity wrapped in raw hunger.

“Every part of me belongs to my wife, Luna,” he growls, unrelenting. “Everything I am belongs toyou.”

My heart skips painfully. I bite my lip, tilting my hips to let him rock into me, stretching my opening. Not enough to break me, but enough to destroy me all the same.

I could move. Ishould. But I don’t. And we both know I don’t want to.

Because this part of him, the instinctual way his body dances with mine, the bites that almost pierce my flesh, the way he’s claimed me in almost every way… Orion has unveiled something deep within me, something I didn’t know I needed, but now I’ll crave forever. Fromhim.

His thumbs press into the dimples above my ass as he flexes forward again, halting right at the barrier he refuses to cross. Then his hand circles my waist, and his other lifts my damp hair to drape it over my shoulder, revealing my tattoo.

He kisses it with possessive heat in his gaze, evaporating the splash of fear trying to trickle in. With one look and a touch so tender it feels as intimate as being inside me, he stokes a terrifying wildfire of emotions inside me.

“One day I’ll break you, my reckless little bird. I’ll wear your blood like a vow, making you mine forever.” His gaze sears into me, dark with promise as his palm settles over my belly. “If I haven’t already.”

As much as I hate to admit it, I think I fucked up today.

The second I slipped out of her, I saw it happen, watched her shut me out in real time. Weird thing was, she kept talking. But it wasn’ttome. It wasatme.

Rapid-fire sentences came at breakneck speed, as if her orgasm high set her on fast forward. She had to expend the energy somehow, and her mouth was her best bet—saying nothing and everything all at once, piling on words like she was trying to bury what we did beneath the noise.

And yet in all her breathless conversation, she hasn’t breathed a word that we might’ve made a little Fury together.

Goddammit, what the hell did I do?

And is it fucked up that I’d do it again?

I’d feel less fucked up if we could justtalkabout it.

But I gave her space instead, letting her avoid what needs to be said a little longer. The timing worked out, because I had to clear more trail before either nightfall or the storm swallowed my daylight. I didn’t make it, though, and worked well into the night. The machete I found in the cabin is duller than a butterknife now, and rain drenched me clean of the mud and grime I earned.