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“Fuck me, Orion,” she moaned. “Please, don’t tease me like this.” She continued grinding hard against his hand, the frictiondriving her mad. “Fuck me and knot me and mark me so the whole world knows you’re mine.”

Orion stilled his hand, and she felt a wave of love and awe strike her soul; it was his response to her words.

“Evienne, if I mark you, it will be very hard for us to go our separate ways, you understand that? The pull between us will be too strong.”

“I understand,” she breathed. “I want it. I want you,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes. The moonlight kissed his high cheekbones, and it looked for a moment as if tears were glistening in his green eyes.

The next moment he was kissing her again, somehow even deeper now, almost reverent. She reached between them and unfastened his pants, gripping his hard length in her hand and stroking. He moaned into her mouth before breaking their kiss. For a moment they just stared at each other, time suspended between them, taut and fragile and endless.

Evienne moved first, guiding him to her entrance. She panted at the feel of him against her opening and Orion growled, pushing his hips forward to enter her. Evienne couldn’t breathe around the stretch of him at first; he filled her so completely.

The small broken noise Orion made in his throat as he bottomed out inside her had her on the edge of her release. He began thrusting into her in short, deep strokes that kept the base of his cock rubbing against her clit. She felt the first flutter of her orgasm; a few more strokes of him inside her and she would be lost…

The next thing she knew, Orion’s mouth was on her neck, and a violent pain filled her mind, followed almost instantly by a flood of pleasure. She felt the waves of her release all the way to her finger tips, her legs numb, her breath coming in shallow pants. Orion continued rutting into her, his tongue lapping at her neck while his teeth still broke her skin.

After a few more thrusts of his hips, Orion released his bite on her neck, smoothing over the mark with kisses. The place on her neck felt like a cold breeze over flushed cheeks, like winter’s first wind. Orion found her gaze, and what she saw in his face would have brought her to her knees if she’d been standing. This man would go to the ends of the earth for her. He trusted her, admired her, respected her. He was her Còmhanam.

Evienne shifted slightly to lean forward and kiss him, and gasped at the sensitivity she felt where their bodies were still joined. Orion moved then, pulling her away from the tree and laying her down on the grass. He was still inside her, still hard and throbbing.

He thrust once and they both groaned at the sensation. Then he drew back slightly, making room to push Evienne’s legs toward her chest. The angle immediately deepened the feeling of him inside her, and she cried out in pleasure. He pushed forward, his weight pushing her legs even further, and he began to thrust again in long deep strokes.

Evienne couldn’t think beyond the feeling of him inside her, the pressure of his hard cock rubbing against that deepest spot that had pressure building in her lower back. He kept going, the same even pace, his green eyes fixated on her. She watched him, too, and saw when his gaze drifted down to where they were joined; she noticed the way his jaw flexed and a vein pulsed in his neck as he watched himself pushing into her body.

“Evi, I know we haven’t talked about it, and I don’t want to overwhelm you. I know you are protected, but by all the old gods, what itdoesto me to imagine breeding you,” he rasped, eyes now fixed on hers.

“You want to breed me?” Evienne asked, breathless. Her contraception was still in effect as Orion said, but she found the thought appealing.

“Yes,” he ground out, never losing his rhythm. “I want to fill you and watch your lovely waist swell with the life we create.”

Evienne moaned, clenching around his cock at his words. With anyone else, this sort of talk would have been off-putting, but with Orion, it felt safe. She wanted it, even if it was only imagined.

“Breed me, Orion. Knot me and bury your seed in me, please,” she begged.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his thrusts picking up in pace slightly.

“Come for me first, love,” he said, his hand reaching between them and stroking tiny circles around her clit.

The pressure Evienne had felt in her lower back spread down through her body and she held her breath, every inch of her felt hot and tight. With one final thrust against her sensitive spot, she felt a rush of wetness as she came. She screamed and Orion swore, letting go of her legs so they fell down to his sides. He rutted into her, short, deep strokes, until she felt his knot locking them together.

When the tightness became almost too much, Orion came with a moan, and she could feel his hot release filling her over and over again. Evienne came again at the sensation, her inner walls fluttering against Orion’s hard knot.

He leaned down on his elbows and kissed her then, sweetly, rolling his hips a bit and moaning into her mouth.

“Orion?” Evienne asked, still catching her breath.

“Yes, my love?”

“No matter what’s ahead, I’m grateful to have had this time with you,” she said, stroking her hand down his back.

“We will have an eternity together, my love,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck. “I will fight to my last breath for every moment I can have with you.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

An hour later,Orion sat with Evienne, their backs against the ancient oak tree, still hiding away from the world in the middle of the maze. The moon was starting its descent, the hour late.

Evienne had recounted everything she saw in Dominique and Aldith’s memories and had given Orion an overview of all that Hestia had revealed as well. He had listened silently—engaged—but gave her space to fully explain before he started asking questions.

Now they sat in silence, the heaviness of the facts hanging in the night air between them.

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