Page 118 of Green Ravens

Valor yanked Zorion onto his feet. He didn’t want his seed in his Zorion’s mouth. He wanted it elsewhere.

He turned Zorion around. The puma in him awakened as he grazed his teeth along the side of Zorion’s throat, raking his nails over wet skin.

He pulled a bottle of shower oil from the multitude of products provided for them and bent Zorion forward until he was folded in half.

He slathered his cock before shoving two oil-slicked fingers deep into Zorion’s ass, the sharp grunt of pleasure sending thrills to his groin.

His dick throbbed as if the adrenaline from the war was still pumping in his veins.

He pushed inside in one long drive until his pelvis was flush against Zorion’s ass.

“Goddammit,” he groaned. “Why do you do this to me every time, Rio?”

Valor snapped his hips, stiff and fast, their bodies moving with rhythm and desperation as Zorion met him thrust for thrust.

“Harder, cherished…harder.”

Valor growled low in his throat.

Steam billowed as the pounding of the water on their skin and their cries of ecstasy melded into one sound.

They climaxed together, shuddering, Valor holding on to Zorion’s hips so tightly he left deep nail marks.

When he was empty and sated, he eased out of Zorion’s body and pulled him close, their chests heaving, his forehead pressed against Zorion’s pulse.

“I could die just like this,” Zorion whispered.

Valor bit into the junction of Zorion’s neck. “You’re not allowed to die.”

They kissed again, slower this time. Lingering. The kind of kiss reserved for the one who knew him inside and out, bones and beast.

When he regained feeling in his legs, he led them out of the shower. With towels cinched tight around their waists, Valor nodded toward a set of glass doors.

“Let’s check out this decompression room. Hmm.”

Zorion nodded, his body still thrumming so fiercely Valor could feel it.

Chief Styles Sawyer

Zorion

They walked through a set of frosted doors with the wordsGreens Denetched into it.

Once inside, the door closed behind them with a soft click, and the room became another world.

Zorion’s gaze swept over the vast space.

The low lighting shifted to the color of warm amber.

The faint sound of trickling water whispered from the recessed stream along the far wall.

Zorion inhaled the scent of moss, wet stone, and clean air as his pulse began to slow the farther he walked.

He stared at the vertical garden wall, the live greenery crawling up a tall trellis. He ran his hand along the damp, cold moss that gave under his touch. It grounded him as the anxiousness in his chest began to fade.

Valor peeled off his towel and draped it over a wooden hook. He walked barefoot toward a body of water glowing soft blue and knelt low, skimming his palm over the surface. He submerged his sore hands deeper as if the water had healing power.

The lotus blooms floating across the still water were tranquil and inviting.

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