Page 215 of Rage

Weeks after his last touch, I woke in a pool of sweat. My pulse raced, but I felt a second, slower pulse next to my heartbeat.

Orion. My mind was filled with him. His eyes, the shape of his mouth. The line of his dark tattoos over his exposed skin.

I craved his touch so badly that I found myself climbing out of my cot. The ship was silent, the sky clear, and the sea calm. I didn’t need to call for him; I felt exactly where he slept and followed the pull until I found him in his cabin.

Orion’s dark curls covered his eyes. I stood over his sleeping form, breathing in the salt and tobacco scent of him. My hand hovered over his face, and it took everything in me not to brush that hair away; not to caress the planes of his cheek and feel whatever he felt in sleep.

A quiet moan slipped through his lips, and I sucked my lip between my teeth as my cock twitched against my waistband.

I slipped out of his quarters and pressed my back against the door as my erection grew.

What the fuck was wrong with me. I had managed to keep to myself the whole time I lived with the prince, and now I felt as if I might burst if I didn’t touch this man.

I gripped my wrist, where he had tied me up below deck, and my fingers grazed over the rope marks still indented into my skin. Heat flooded my abdomen, and my breath came out ragged as I remembered how his lips felt against mine.

A mast stood in front of me, the starless sky barely illuminating the ropes hanging from it. I reached for a length of cord and wrapped it around my palm twice before knotting it at my wrist. The rough fibers dug into my skin, and a shiver of arousal ran up my spine.

I tugged against the makeshift bond, the memory of Orion’s dominance flooding my mind—the way he expertly knotted the hemp over my skin. I could almost hear him commanding me to submit to him.

I let my other hand drop to stroke over the bulge in my breeches, my fingers twisting around the cord at my waistband. I thought of his eyes, the pull I felt when he looked at me, and my cock swelled against my fingers.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

With trembling hands, I let my pants fall. The night air was cold on my skin, and I enveloped my cock with my warm hand,stroking myself slowly. I pulled against the rope, stroking as the pain flashed across my wrist.

I imagined Orion’s tattooed hand replacing mine, and my erection grew harder. I pressed my back against the mast and pulled my hand free of the rope. As I shifted, a hand clamped over my mouth. My heart leaped into my throat as I realized someone had seen me, but then his lips were on my ear, and my chest was warming.

“Let’s not wake anyone else, hmm?” Orion’s voice was low.

I tried to turn, to face him, but he held me fast against the pole. My cock throbbed harder in my hand as he pressed his fingers into my mouth, need pulsed off of him, thick as the morning fog.

With deliberate slowness, I raised the length of rope still clutched in my fist and began to wrap it around myself. I couldn’t help the thrill through my veins as he sucked in a sharp breath behind me. I pulled the cord around my cock, tying a square knot, then wrapped it once, twice, three times. Each loop tightened deliciously, heightening every sensation.

I was breathing heavily, pushing this lust toward him, by the time I tied a final knot around my balls. Orion groaned in my ear before he rounded on me. He licked a path from my collarbone to my exposed nipple. He flattened his tongue and licked over it before tugging gently with his teeth and backing away.

A drip of precum slicked over my fingers, and I brushed my thumb around my head, circling over and over.

“I told you that you wouldn’t get this until you beg,” he murmured, stepping away.

His eyes were appraising, moving lazily down my body.

“Please,” I said. My cock twitched in my hand, as if also asking. I reached up, gripping the length of rope above my head. “Please, Orion. You have taken over my every thought. I need this.”

Orion’s eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth ticked up before he dropped to his knees. He scraped his rough jaw over my hip, dragging a line of kisses across my stomach. A shudder ran up my spine as his breath ghosted over the swollen head of my bound cock, and his tongue flicked over me.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

His soft lips closed around my sensitive flesh, his tongue hot and teasing. I felt the need pulse off of him, and I pushed my own through his touch as he pulled me deeper into his mouth.

Before I could get too close to coming, he pulled away and rose in one swift movement. He wrapped his fingers tightly around my length, and I sucked in a breath at the way his tattooed fingers fell between the coils of rope.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and I did as he said, bracing myself against the mast. The wood was rough against my abdomen, but the pain only stirred my arousal further.

“Do you trust me?” Orion asked.

“Yes,” I said, without hesitation.

His warmth disappeared, and I glanced back before I felt his hands against my stomach. He had stripped his shirt off and pulled a dagger from his belt. There was a thud as he sunk the blade deep into the wood in front of me. The tip of my cock grazed the soft cloth, the cold handle of his knife caressing my balls, and I shivered.

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