Page 44 of Phoenix's Last Heist
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me? Just touch me, Lyra, before I realize this is a dream and I wake up fucking my hand again,” he says, the helplessness sending a thrill straight to my core.
Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking the soft skin and feeling the bumps with a hesitant fingertip.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
“These are…?”
“Nodes,” he chokes out. “They swell during matehood, to help with conception.”
As I continue to explore his body, fantasizing about how they’ll feel inside me, I pause.
“And without matehood?” I ask, pressing down on one more firmly.
His knees wobble and he grunts, suddenly pulling back. “Without matehood they just feel very,verygood. And yes, those are sensitive, too.”
I bite my lip and pull my shirt over my head, adoring how his mouth goes slack.Stars, but I’m enjoying this too much.Orion raises trembling hands to caress the soft skin beneathone of my breasts and whispers something in a language I don’t understand. The soft touch leaves a trail of fire along my skin, and I feel like I’m coming unglued.
When I reach down to take off my pants, he stops me.
“Allow me,” he rasps, bending to pull them down my legs. The cool air against my heated skin wrenches a whimper of anticipation from me, and Orion flashes a seductive grin. Instead of standing, he kneels in front of me, running his large, calloused hands up the backs of my calves to the insides of my thighs.
He drops idle kisses on the insides of my knees, then gently presses my legs open to bare my sex to him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Better than I imagined. Andfuck, how I’ve imagined…”
“Have you been with a Velusian before?” I ask.
He shakes his head—hands tracking up the smooth skin of my thighs until his thumbs graze the sides of my sex. The soft touch electrifies me with pleasure.
“But if you’re anything like a Xylothian…”
I bite out a curse as he drags a finger through the wetness between my legs, dipping inside me and then tracing back to my clit.
“How does this feel?” he asks, circling the pearl with his fingertip. At my guttural moan, he chuckles. “Is this where your pleasure lives?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, stars yes!”
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Lyra,” he utters with a deep groan. He licks his finger and closes his eyes in pleasure. “And you taste like a dream.”
When he opens his eyes again, the vibrant green glitters from within, like a light shining through an emerald. He smiles wickedly and dives forward, covering my pussy with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my clit and I shriek, already close tothe orgasm I’ve wanted from him for weeks. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him there, locking my legs behind his neck. When he slides one finger inside me—then two, I nearly come up off the bed. The torturously slow movements make me writhe and I fall backward, dragging him with me onto the bed.
For the briefest moment, I lie before him—arms above my head, legs splayed on either side of his. He leans back to sit on his heels, gaze devouring me with frenzied lust and something akin to worship. It steals the breath from my lungs. I’m no stranger to pleasure, but it’s entirely foreign to me to have someone who isn’t under the spell of myvelliastare at me with such wonder—as if I hung the moon.
“I could never get used to this sight,” he says softly, crawling up my body and lashing sweet kisses along my thighs. “You’re a goddess.” When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he lathes his tongue over the seam of my sex, pausing to suck my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. He slips two fingers into me again, twisting them slowly. A string of filthy Velusian curses spill from my lips as my body indulges in pure sensation. With every rhythmic thrust of his fingers my pleasure builds, making my entire body feel like a hurricane of need.
“Never,” he moans, curling one of his fingers inside me to massage some secret, incendiary spot. His other hand snakes up my side, reaching to palm my breast and roll one nipple between his fingertips.Stars,he’s good. Fire zips along my nerves, racing toward my core. I’m so close.So. Close.
“More,” I demand. “Don’t stop! I’m so close, Orion—I need more.”
“You’ve got to earn it,” he growls, his voice rough and unrecognizable. He lathes his tongue across my center in long, slow licks.
I can’t form a response in the haze of my building orgasm—I simply pant and mewl and thrash around in the sheets. The mostincredible bliss lies just beyond me, and I buck against Orion’s mouth as I reach for it.
“Earn it, Lyra,” he rumbles against my skin with the deliciously punishing thrust of his fingers. “Come for me—now.” He ceases tonguing my clit to press a thumb against the aching bud of my need and I shatter, every fiber of my being vibrating with pleasure and satisfaction and heart-twisting fulfillment. On and on it goes, aftershocks trailing like the tail of a comet. All the while, he holds me, nuzzling my hip and caressing me everywhere. In the wake of the pleasure, distant thoughts take shape in the quiet recesses of my mind.
I’m going to tell him the truth about the idol. I’ll give him more than just the names of buyers. I‘ll give him all the information he needs to be happy and save his people.
