Page 78 of They Are Mine

Just long enough to drink him in.

My fingers itch.

My mouth waters.

I need to touch him.

I let out a soft, breathy whimper, so quiet, no one hears.

No one except me.

Then, I move.

I close the space in seconds, my steps light, controlled, deliberate.

At the perfect moment, I grab his arm.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Heat. Strength. Power.

He’s solid under my grip, muscles taut, warm, real.

I nearly moan.

“Someone’s following me.” My voice is breathless, panicked, perfect. I grip his arm tighter, my eyes wide, pleading. “Please, help me.”

Orion reacts instantly.

His head snaps up, eyes scanning the shadows, posture shifting just slightly.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He tucks me behind him.

Oh.

Oh, that’s… fuck.

That protective gesture? The way he shields me like I belong there?

I want to sink my teeth into his spine.

And then he speaks.

“Stay here,” he orders, voice low, steady.

I nearly come on the spot.

Oh.

Oh, that is a fuck me hard voice.

Deep, rough, firm.

It doesn’t just reach me, it slips under my clothes, crawls over my skin, presses between my legs.

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