Page 45 of Phoenix's Last Heist
I’m falling for him.
The realization freezes me faster than getting sucked out of an airlock.
Oblivious to my brewing panic, Orion chuckles darkly and covers my trembling body with his, sighing into the crook of my neck.
“Good girl,” he says, slinging one heavy arm across my waist.
The dominant words make my sex clench and I roll over to straddle him. I push the thoughts away—reality can wait a few hours. His green eyes glow beneath his thick, black lashes in a look of unbridled desire.
Tell him, Lyra. Tell him you care for him. Tell him you’ll give him whatever he wants. Ask him to stay with you,my instincts demand.
Do it, and you’ll ruin everything, and lose even more,my mind replies.
I exhale shakily, my confusing thoughts threatening to distract me from the beautiful naked man in my bed.
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I admit. “And I’m going to return the favor.”
12
orion
Too Close for Comfort
“Lie backand keep your hands above your head,” she says.
Lyra’s words reverberate through the static in my brain, but my body obeys automatically. Most of my conscious thoughts and better judgments fell away with the remainder of her clothing, into some distant space not presently occupied by desire so fierce, my entire body aches.
Both the chaotic desperation from hervelliaand my hatred of Fobos—and, okay,jealousy—fade behind the steady beat of one all-consuming thought:mine.
After weeks of spine-tingling discomfort and a buzzing beneath my skin, I’m forced to acknowledge the primal truth of the matter: my body demands Lyra Phoenix as my mate.
My mate. Mine.
My mind knows she isn’t—not really. But my instincts drive me to possess her in ways I’ve never experienced for anyone, even Sylph. There’s an all-consuming need to bury myself in her, to claim her, to mark her as mine. To erase the memories of disappointment and failed partnerships from her mind andprove to her thataloneisn’t always easier. I don’t need to hold her tether, exactly, but what might she do if I hand her mine?
Even with my need bludgeoning my brain into submission, my anxiety spikes. Could I be enough for her? What is “good enough” for a Velusian—for Lyra Phoenix? With her scent in my nose and the taste of her orgasm still on my tongue, can I be trusted to make her feel the same way I do?I have to—I have to make this good for her.
“I’m at your disposal,” I rasp as she straddles my hips. With the soft blue glow of her cabin lights illuminating her from behind, she looks like an ethereal goddess from another universe. Her pink and brown hair has come loose from her braid, spilling over her shoulders in thick, glossy waves and hanging just above the tips of her peaked nipples.
With no other preamble, she grasps my cock and strokes firmly upward. It takes everything in me not to thrust into her hand, and a rough moan escapes my lips. I knew she’d be skilled in the art of pleasure, but from the moment she kissed me, all I’ve been able to think about is how much I want to please her. Obviously, Lyra has had her fair share of lovers, but this deep-rooted instinct in me wants to leave some mark she can't forget—to be worthy of sharing the bed of this remarkable, heart-stopping half-Velusian. If only for tonight, I need to claim the one thing I cannot have.
One of her hands encircles my aching cock, stroking slowly, while her other hand explores my body, finding all the places that make me gasp and growl with need. By the time she drags her fingernails lightly across my nipples, I’m getting close to losing control.
“Let me touch you,” I beg. “Please.”
“I’m having too much fun playing with you,” she giggles, the sound like a torturous symphony. “I’ve got a bet with myself tosee how long you can hold out. You’re doing very well, by the way. Much better than I thought.”
“You’re killing me, Lyra. For the love of all the stars, I need…”
“I know what you need, Orion,” she says in a low voice that makes my synesfores flicker white.
Before I can form another thought, she bends forward to lick the bead of moisture gleaming at the tip of my cock. I swear. She huffs another laugh and slides me inside her perfect lips, swirling her tongue around my cock in a way that doesn’t feel anatomically possible.
Whatever thoughts remain in my head dissolve immediately. I can’t be sure if my heart continues to beat, if my lungs continue to breathe, if my synesfores continue to pulse. Everything but the slick wet heat of Lyra’s welcoming mouth simply ceases to be.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Fuck!”I groan between gritted teeth. The insistent pressure of pleasure dropping down my spine makes me feral with the need to sink into her.
