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CHAPTER 12

ORION

C ora’s body squirms against mine, her laughter vibrating through my chest as she tries to wriggle free. Her fingers dig into my forearm where it’s wrapped around her throat, but her technique is clumsy, half-hearted. She’s not even trying. Again.

I tighten the hold just enough to make her gasp. “Focus, Cora,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “You’re not going to laugh your way out of this.”

“Can’t help it,” she chokes out, still giggling. “The naked strangle ? Seriously?” She wriggles again, her backside brushing against me in a way that’s far from accidental. “You’re telling me that’s what they call it in martial arts? Sounds like something I’d find in your secret stash of toys.”

Her fingers trail down my forearm, sending a jolt of heat through me even as I keep her pinned. “Cora,” I warn, my voice tight. “This isn’t a game.”

“Isn’t it?” Her hand slips lower, skimming over my hip, and then—damn her—she closes her fingers around me through the thin fabric of my training shorts. I hiss, my grip faltering for just a second as her thumb slides over the growing hardness. “Because it feels like you’re the one playing now.”

My arm tightens again, and I press my lips to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re supposed to be learning how to escape, not trying to distract me.”

“Who says I’m not escaping?” Her voice is a purr now, all mischief and confidence. She shifts her hips, grinding back into me, and I feel her smirk without even seeing her face. “Seems like it’s working.”

I groan, my resolve cracking under the weight of her audacity. Damn this woman. She’s impossible. Infuriating. Perfect. I release the hold, spinning her around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her green eyes gleaming with triumph, and I can’t decide whether to kiss her or throw her back onto the mat.

“You’re cheating,” I accuse, my voice rough with frustration—and something else.

She grins up at me, her hands sliding up my chest. “You’re the one who said I should use every weapon at my disposal. I’m just following orders, Sir .”

I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head as I lean down, our faces inches apart. “If you’re going to play dirty, Ms. Daniels, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”

Her breath hitches, her body arching into mine. “Promises, promises.”

One second, I’m towering over her, my grip firm on her wrists, and the next— what the hell? Her leg hooks around mine, her body twisting with a fluidity that catches me completely off guard. My balance falters, and before I can react, I’m on my back, the mat slamming into my spine.

Cora straddles me, her knees pinning my arms to the floor. Her chest heaves, her workout top clinging to her skin, and she leans down, shoving her breasts in my face with a smirk that’s equal parts smug and irresistible.

“Now who’s the boss?” she teases, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

I blink up at her, my mind still catching up to the fact that she just took me down with a dragon screw. A dragon screw . I’ve trained soldiers twice her size who couldn’t pull that off. “Where the hell did you learn that?”

Her grin widens. “YouTube. You’re not the only one who can do research, Sir .”

I growl, my body surging with a mix of frustration and something far more primal. In one smooth motion, I twist my hips, flipping her beneath me. Her breath hitches as I pin her wrists above her head, my body pressing hers into the mat.

“Cute trick,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “But you’re still mine.”

I kiss her hard, my tongue claiming her mouth as she arches into me. Her moan vibrates against my lips, and I can’t get enough. I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, until I reach the hem of her top. With a sharp tug, I tear it away, the fabric giving way with a satisfying rip.

Her breasts spill free, and I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as she gasps. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips as I move lower, kissing a path down her stomach. Her breath comes in short, shallow bursts, her body trembling beneath me.

When I reach her waistband, I don’t hesitate. I tear her leggings apart, the sound of fabric ripping filling the room. Her pussy is bare, glistening, and I bury my face between her thighs without preamble.

Her taste floods my senses, sweet and intoxicating. I suck her outer lips into my mouth, my tongue flicking over her clit as she cries out. My hands grip her thighs, holding her open as I delve deeper, my tongue sliding inside her.

“Orion,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Please—I need?—”

I don’t let her finish. My tongue finds her G-spot, pressing against it with firm, deliberate strokes. Her hips buck against my face, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue circling it as she writhes beneath me.

“Can I—please, can I—” she begs, her voice breaking.

“Yes,” I growl against her, my breath hot on her skin. “Cum for me, Cora.”

Her body shudders, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I don’t let up, my tongue relentless as she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head. I keep going, pushing her higher, until she’s trembling, her body spasming with pleasure.

“Again,” I command, my voice rough.

She doesn’t argue. Her second orgasm hits her harder, her back arching off the mat as she screams my name. I don’t stop until she’s a quivering mess, her body limp and spent beneath me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Now, let’s see if you can take me.”

I grab a fistful of Cora’s hair, the strands soft but unyielding in my grip, and drag her to her knees. She doesn’t resist, her green eyes wide and glinting with that mix of defiance and submission that drives me wild. My cock is already hard, throbbing with need, and I slap it against her cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping her, and I feel her breath hot against me.

“You’re learning,” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “But let’s see how well you’ve been paying attention.”

Her hands rise, delicate but sure, and wrap around my shaft. Her fingers work me with a confidence that surprises me, her touch firm but not rushed. She leans in, her lips brushing the crown, and I groan, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive tip, and I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her closer.

“Good girl,” I mutter, my voice strained. “But don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. Her mouth closes around me, warm and wet, and she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling as she moves. My breath hisses out of me, my body tensing as pleasure surges through me. She’s always been a quick study, but this—this is something else entirely. Her hands slide lower, cupping my balls, and I hiss, my knees nearly buckling.

“Where did you learn that?” I demand, my voice a low growl.

She pulls off just enough to smirk up at me, her lips glistening. “I’m full of surprises, Sir.”

I groan, my control slipping as she takes me back into her mouth, her hands and tongue working in perfect harmony. She’s relentless, her pace steady, and I can feel the pressure building, my release coiling tight in my gut. I try to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but she’s too good, too damn good.

“Cora,” I warn, my voice rough. “I’m close.”

She doesn’t stop. If anything, she doubles down, her eyes locked on mine as she sucks me deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock. I can’t hold back anymore. My hips jerk forward, and I come hard, my release spilling into her mouth. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away. She takes it all, her throat working as she swallows every drop.

When I finally finish, my legs trembling, she pulls back, her lips curved in that sweet, innocent smile that belies the wickedness in her eyes. “Did I pass the test, Mr. Weller, Sir?”

I exhale sharply, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Good girl,” I manage, my voice hoarse. “Very good girl, Cora. I am most pleased.”

Her smile widens, and she tilts her head, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “Then will Sir please give me his cock?”

I laugh, a low, rumbling sound, and pull her to her feet. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” she purrs, her hands sliding up my chest. “Always for you.”

I grab Cora’s ankles, my hands engulfing them as I pull her legs apart. Her green eyes widen, her lips parting in a gasp as I fold her in half, her knees pressed up near her shoulders. Her body is pliant, trusting, and it drives me wild. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds. She’s drenched, her pussy glistening and ready, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Hold on, Ms. Daniels,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “This is going to be rough.”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes locking with mine. “Promise?” Her voice is breathless, teasing, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her back arches off the mat, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she claws at the air. I don’t give her a moment to recover. I pull out almost entirely and thrust back in, hard and relentless, setting a punishing pace that leaves her gasping for air.

“Orion—ah!—Sir, it’s too much—” she whimpers, her hands flailing before they find purchase on her own thighs, gripping them for stability.

“You can take it,” I snarl, my hips pistoning into her. Her pussy clenches around me, tight and hot, and I feel her body start to tremble. “You’re mine, Cora. You’ll take everything I give you.”

Her moans turn into screams as I angle my thrusts, hitting that sweet spot inside her with unerring precision. Her nails dig into her thighs, her body writhing as pleasure overtakes her. “I—I’m going to?—”

“Cum,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Now.”

Her body obeys, convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy milks my cock, her tight walls clamping down as she screams my name. I don’t let up, driving her through it, pushing her higher until she’s sobbing, her body twitching with the aftershocks.

“Again,” I demand, my voice rough and unyielding. I shift my angle slightly, hitting that spot even harder, and I feel her body tighten, her resistance crumbling as another orgasm builds.

“Orion—please—I can’t—ah!” Her words dissolve into incoherent cries as I pound into her, relentless and unmerciful. Her pussy spasms around me, her second orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body shakes, her legs trembling as she clings to her thighs, her knuckles white from the effort.

I’m not far behind, my own release building as I drive into her again and again. Her name tears from my throat, rough and raw, as I finally let go, my hips jerking as I spill myself inside her. Her body clenches around me, milking every last drop, and I collapse forward, catching myself on my hands as I hover over her, both of us gasping for air.

Her green eyes meet mine, hazy and unfocused, her lips curved in a dazed smile. “You’re… relentless, Sir.”

“Cora,” I gasp, my voice ragged, my body still buried deep inside her. Her legs lock around my waist, her ankles pressing into the crook of my back, and I feel her walls clench around me in a way that makes my head spin. I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe. All I know is that I need her—not just now, but always. “Be my mate. Now and forever.”

Her laughter cuts through the haze of my desire, soft and breathless. “What?” she asks, her green eyes glinting with amusement as she blinks away the sweat clinging to her lashes. “Are you asking me to marry you? Now? While you’re balls deep inside of me?”

I freeze, my mind scrambling for words. This wasn’t how I’d planned it. Not that I’d planned it at all—the thought had just burst out of me, raw and unguarded. I’d never been one for grand declarations, but with Cora, everything feels different. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips, and I’m completely at a loss.

Her hand reaches up, her fingers brushing against my cheek with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “Do some research on Earth marriage proposals,” she says, her voice teasing but kind. “No offense, Orion. I love you, but I’d prefer if the setup were more romantic before I give my answer.”

Romantic. Right. I’m a Vakutan warrior, not a poet. But for her, I’ll learn. For her, I’ll do anything. I open my mouth to say as much, but she tightens her legs around me, pulling me even closer. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I feel her shiver beneath me.

“You can research later,” she murmurs, her voice soft and dreamy. Her hands slide down my back, her nails scraping lightly against my scales, and I groan, my control slipping. “Right now, I just want you to stay. Right here. Like this.”

I can’t argue with that. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the universe. Not when her body is warm and pliant beneath mine, her heartbeat echoing in my ears, her scent swirling around me like a siren’s call. I lower my head, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that’s as soft as it is desperate. She responds instantly, her tongue sliding against mine, her body arching into me.

“Cora,” I murmur against her mouth, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She laughs, the sound low and throaty. “But what a way to go, right?”

I can’t help but smile. She’s impossible. Infuriating. Perfect. And she’s mine. For now, that’s enough. I’ll figure out the rest later. For now, I lose myself in her, in the way she wraps herself around me, in the way she whispers my name like it’s a prayer.