Page 66 of Green Ravens

“Goddammit,” Valor growled.

That blunt finger just breached him before he came with a furious groan, his hips jerking.

Zorion took his girth and all of his load, the pleasure so intense it made Valor’s ears ring.

Zorion didn’t release him, and seconds later, Valor shot again when Zorion groaned so loud around his cock it made his balls vibrate.

Realizing Zorion had come just from sucking him off took the intensity of their connection even higher.

After Zorion caught his breath, he climbed up Valor’s body and pulled him into a hard, enthusiastic kiss, letting him tastehimself on his tongue. They clutched each other as if someone were trying to pry them apart.

He knew Zorion was thinking the same thing as him.

“I won’t let them implement phase three. I won’t let them take away what you feel for me,” Valor swore.

“Please.”

He held on to Zorion until he felt safe, until the stars grew brighter and they drifted off to sleep.

The broad-winged black raptor no longer haunted his dreams. Valor still saw him, but now it soared in the sky as Valor raced through a vegetation- and orchid-filled jungle.

A piercing screech shattered his calm, and Valor snapped his eyes open.

The rising sun painted the sky in beautiful oranges and pinks, and he could hear the faint sounds of traffic forty stories below.

A massive brown hawk sat perched on the terrace’s railing. Its wings spread wide and flapping wildly, its unblinking golden eyes boring into Zorion’s.

Zorion bolted upright. “Val…I don’t…I think—”

“What is it?” Valor got to his feet.

“I think it’s a warning.”

The hawk screeched louder before diving toward them. Zorion had to duck before the creature flew into him. It pumped its powerful wings and soared into the sky, leaving rushing air in its wake.

“Go, hurry,” Zorion urged. “Someone must be coming.”

Valor pulled his pants all the way up while hurrying toward the door. He didn’t look back as he took off down the hall at a full sprint. He heard thedingof the elevator a second after he closed and bolted his door.

He heard five pairs of boots coming toward him before there were three hard knocks on his door.

Valor waited a few seconds, then opened it with a bland stare, forcing himself not to scowl.

“Be ready in fifteen. You’re training today,” Cipher said, then turned away.

He listened to them march toward the other end of the hall, do the same thing, and relay the same message.

Valor went to his terrace and saw the hawk soaring high above Zorion’s side of the building.

Something cold rippled under his skin and a low growl escaped his chest.

They can lock the doors, but not the sky.

That would be their escape.

Chief Styles Sawyer

Zorion

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