Page 90 of Green Ravens

He rocked their bodies against the earth, the lush moss cushioning his wildness as he set an intense pace. He couldn’t deny Zorion’s wishes if he’d tried.

Zorion’s moans carried on the wind. Each cry of his name crested and crashed down on him like waves onto the shore.

Valor bit down on Zorion’s shoulder as the animal in him made him want to possess every part of him, even his release.

“I love feeling you fall apart beneath me,” Valor growled. “You belong under me.”

“Yes,” Zorion cried as his body went taut and his ass clutched him so tight it made his breath hitch.

Valor’s groan was guttural as his hips stuttered from the unbearable pleasure.

Zorion jolted and yelled his name into the night as he released his seed onto the ground.

“Yes.” Valor thrust harder. “Let the world know who owns you.”

Zorion turned and craned his head back, and Valor gave him what he was asking for as he slammed his mouth over his.

The stars seemed to burn brighter as if reflecting the strength of their passion. Seconds later, his orgasm tore through him like lightning. It was sudden and violent, and he was helpless to withstand it.

He stayed on top of Zorion, pressing him deeper into the ground, his forehead resting between his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, Rio, I swear.” Valor breathed hard. “You wreck me a little more every time.”

Zorion hummed. “Good.”

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Zorion

He and Valor slipped into the pool beneath the waterfall, and Zorion lowered his head and let the flowing water pound on the back of his neck, giving him a massage.

The moon cast a silver glow over the rippling water, and the distant calls of the forest mixing with the sound of water beating against the rock made him feel as if he were in a perfect world. Every element seemed in complete balance on the island. Man and nature living in perfect harmony.

Zorion sighed, feeling weightless as the warm water enveloped him, washing away the sweat and traces of their passion.

His body was relaxed and sated, yet his instincts remained ever aware.

Valor drifted toward him, his mesmerizing golden eyes alight with something deeper than desire.

He welcomed Valor’s touch as they floated together, their limbs entwining beneath the water. He traced Valor’s taut muscles as if mapping constellations onto his flesh.

A quiet, unspoken need thrummed between them, more intimate and softer than their fevered lovemaking.

“So, um,” Valor began, his voice hushed and hesitant, “do you and Omega talk much after you’re finished training?”

Zorion arched a brow. “Talk about what?”

Valor shrugged, his hands drifting lower, skimming the small of Zorion’s back.

“About personal stuff, like how he and Lion became cherished?”

Zorion smiled slightly before he pressed a kiss to Valor’s throat, feeling the rapid beating of his pulse.

“Yeah, a little.” Zorion shrugged. “Omega said it wasn’t a match made in the stars and that he fought their connection for a while until he couldn’t any longer.”

Valor nodded.

“Lion told me the elders prophesied their relationship. That it’s why Lion was trained as the tiger… It’s the only fight style that can best the snake.”

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