Page 96 of They Are Mine

His jaw clenches. His hand twitches against me, like he’s trying to remember why the fuck he isn’t already inside me. “Before what?” he growls.

I drag my nails down his stomach, slipping my fingers lower, finding the button of his jeans.

Slowly I pop it open.

He sucks in a sharp breath.

The fabric pulls away, and oh.

Oh, fuck.

He’s thick.

Hard as stone.

I slide my hand inside, fingers curling around the heat of him, wrapping around his cock.

Orion groans, head dropping back slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

He’s so fucking hot like this.

Big. Strong. Unraveling because of me.

And then?

Then I stroke him.

And whisper, “I’m in love with someone.”

He stills.

Takes a sharp inhale.

Like I just knocked the fucking air out of his lungs.

His eyes snap open.

But I don’t stop.

I tighten my grip around him, drag my fist down, feeling how thick he is, how fucking perfect he is in my hand.

And God, he twitches.

Like he can’t decide if he wants to pull away or thrust into my palm.

Like he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with this information.

His breathing is uneven, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile.

Then he grits his teeth, voice rough, raw, wrecked, “Then what the fuck are you doing here?”

Oh.

Oh, love.

I knew he’d ask.

And I knew he wouldn’t stop me.

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