Page 88 of Reap the Night
“Orina. Fuck.”
His heat filled me, his hips snapping up to meet mine once, twice, before we locked, grinding together as we rode the climax.
His pupils contracted to slits, and silver flecks bloomed in his irises like cold fire. My heart shot into my throat as a vicious snarl vibrated his frame and the beast stole his face and fieryyellow ate away the blue in his eyes. He snapped his teeth and strained at his bonds, trying to bite me, to consume my flesh, and the dark hunger hidden inside me responded, wanting to consume. To own. To claim. I dug my nails into his shoulder as a new energy swelled within, pushing outward.
I sensed Hemlock beside me, and the part of me that was still grounded, the part that understood the danger, wanted him to help. But there was another part in charge. Stronger, sure, and wanton. It took control, moving my hips and resuming the aching rhythm that would bring us to climax once more.
His snarl morphed to a low growl that was almost a purr, and then he swelled inside me.
I took him as deep as he could go, and—Oh…Oh yes.
He panted as I rode him, every inch of my body tight and tingling with a new sensation, a new power. It rubbed between my thighs, against my clit, over my nipples, plucking and twisting and?—
I came with a roar, wet and hot all over his groin.
“Fuck…” Hemlock said. “Oh, fuck…”
I speared him with my gaze, and in that moment, I wanted him too. Wanted him behind me, his cock in my ass, fucking me as I fucked Ordell. Hard enough to hurt. To make me scream, to?—
“Orina?” Ordell’s soft rasp pulled me out of the dark thoughts and back into my body, back to him.
His face was back. The beast gone.
Hemlock retreated, thank goodness, because shame was a prickle over my skin, and I couldn’t look at him right now. Instead, I focused on Ordell. “How do you feel?”
He shifted beneath me, still hard inside me, and I gasped.
“You tell me, angel. HowdoI feel?” He throbbed, pushing against the sensitive place inside me, and I bit back a cry. “I need to touch you.”
My pants landed on Ordell’s chest. “You should get dressed,” Hemlock said curtly.
He was right. We’d done what we needed to. I kissed Ordell softly, lingering for a moment, because he was back. We’d succeeded in subduing the beast, and he was mine. All mine. I nuzzled his jaw and rubbed my cheek against his beard.
“Unshackle me,” he purred against my ear. “I want you again. I want you in my bed. Pinned to my mattress while I fuck you senseless. I want you gripping the bedpost while I take you from behind.”
I clenched around him, and he moaned.
“Dammit!” Hemlock snapped. “Orina, focus.” He grabbed my arm to pull me up, and Ordell’s eyes flared yellow, a lethal growl tearing from his lips.
Hemlock released me abruptly and threw his hands up. “Calm down.”
“Don’t touch her,” Ordell warned.
But the encounter was the cold bucket of water I needed to prompt me to climb off my mate…
My mate.
He was my mate now.
Our gazes locked in silent communication, an understanding that this wouldn’t be the last time we were together, that there was time for us now.
He was the first to break contact, his eyes slipping closed as he sank into sleep.
“What’s happening?”
“The slumber after the consummation,” Hemlock explained. “Nothing to worry about. We can check on him later.”
I pulled on my pants, my gaze drifting to my arm. To the spot where my blessing had once rested.
