Page 70 of Green Ravens

The faint tremors of Zorion’s breath and the vulnerability of his position made something tight coil in the pit of Valor’s stomach. A rush of heat and strength flooded him at the thought of the act and what it all meant.

He had Zorion’s trust.

Valor had him right where he wanted him. Zorion would never run from him, he was his, their bond now unbreakable.

Chief Aiken Oakley

Valor

Valor allowed Zorion to walk him into the shower in his bedroom.

Neither spoke as they stepped inside, and Valor pulled Zorion to his chest beneath the waterfall showerhead.

With their foreheads touching, they stared down at the various marks that marred their bodies.

Valor traced the six-inch jagged scar along Zorion’s left hip, then the small circular one near his right pec.

“You were shot,” he murmured, more so to himself than to Zorion.

Valor mapped wounds that had no story, just like his own. They were as mysterious as they were stunning.

“You’ve been cut, shot…burned.” Valor held the right side of Zorion’s face, stroking his thumb over the textured discoloration.

“There will never be another scar made on your body,” Valor swore on his life. “No one will touch you…ever.”

Zorion placed a delicate kiss inside Valor’s palm before he licked the tips of his fingers.

Both of their cocks were rigid, but despite the throbbing in his balls, Valor wasn’t in a rush. He could stay like this the rest of the night and be content.

Valor was unsure who initiated it, but soon, they were again locked in a passionate kiss. It started soft, but it wasn’t long before hunger took over.

Zorion’s slick hands were gripping, tracing, and tugging him closer as he thrust his hips in rhythm with sucking his tongue.

Valor wove his hands into Zorion’s hair, almost to his shoulders now, and darker blond when wet. He pulled at the glossy, metallic-colored strands as he stared into those gorgeous green eyes.

Zorion broke the connection and lowered his gaze to Valor’s erection. He watched in eager anticipation as Zorion took a bottle of conditioner out of one of the built-in shelves and squeezed an ample amount in his palm.

The first touch to his cock made him jerk as Zorion took them both in his hands and began double-fisting them with languid strokes.

“Rio,” Valor moaned as his head fell back.

Zorion’s breath on his cheek was hotter than the steam filling the room.

Valor struggled to stand as Zorion’s grip became impossibly tighter and his pace doubled. He caged Zorion in as he braced his hands on the wall to keep his knees from buckling.

He nipped and bit at Zorion’s throat before dragging his tongue over the hot droplets of water.

“I want to make you feel good, Valor…always.”

Valor’s muscles tightened as a current of pleasure shot to his groin.

“Then all you have to do is look at me, give me your attention”—Valor released a strangled moan at the unseen force making his body jerk—“and I’m satisfied.”

Zorion shuddered as his strokes began to lose their rhythm, creating a raw sensation of hunger and eagerness for release.

Zorion’s desperate panting and ragged cries were like a sexy love song. The aching was mounting, and the sweet agony of anticipation stretched toward his breaking point.

Lost in the electric pulsing, he almost missed when Zorion came.

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