Page 216 of Rage

“Gods,” I murmured, “I need you, now.”

“No gods here, Hari. Just me,” he said, his voice soft at my back.

His hands were warm on my spine, a caress as he massaged down. I released a groan as his fingertips gripped the sensitive spot on either side of my hips, and I felt his full, hard length stroke against my ass, the blunt head nudging my entrance.

With a slow, deliberate push, he slid inside me, stretching me open around his slick girth.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my head falling forward as he eased into me. Pleasure rolled off of him, and I gasped as he leaned in and kissed the crook of my neck. I dug my fingers into the mast, and he began to move, thrusting steadily.

His body curled around mine, each movement precise until his cock was fully sheathed inside me and I threw my head back, gasping into the night sky. The combination of the rough rope, the cool metal of the knife, and Orion’s heat was almost too much to bear. Pleasure coiled inside me, threatening to snap. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust and bucking against the knife-hilt.

“You feel so good,” Orion panted in my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

“So do you,” I gasped, my breath ragged.

Orion’s hands slid around to cup my balls, rolling them gently between the rope and his fingers. A fresh wave of pleasure slid over my skin with each of his thrusts. With a strangled cry, I came, hard. My cock jerked and I fell against the cloth, soaking it in my come.

Orion continued to thrust inside me, his movements growing more intense, more erratic.

“Please, come for me,” I begged.

He groaned in my ear and pulled out, hooking his arm around, his foot swept my legs out.

I barely had time to register the change before I was on my knees in front of him.

“Take it, and swallow every drop,” he growled.

I grasped his hips and let him bury his cock in my mouth. His thick length slammed the back of my throat, and I forced my jaw to relax as he fucked my face. He twisted his fingers in my hair, and his breaths came more ragged than before. I looked up at him, the tattoos arcing across his skin, the deep cut muscles of his chest, and hummed with pleasure, letting the walls aroundmy power fall completely. I pushed out the feeling he gave me when I came, pressing release and satisfaction into him through my tongue.

With a guttural moan, his cock throbbed, and I swallowed quickly.

Orion’s chest heaved as he caught his breath. His gaze softened and he dropped to his knees in front of me, pressing his mouth to mine. He kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue, before kissing a path down my jaw to my shoulder. He grasped my hands and planted a kiss on each palm.

“That was incredible,” he murmured.

I leaned into his touch, savoring the tenderness. It was unlike anything I had felt before. “Worth begging for.”

He chuckled and helped me rise before retrieving his shirt. He found a clean corner and wiped the rest of my cock, and I began to untie myself.

“Would you like to sleep in my cabin?” Orion asked, pulling his breeches back up.

I smiled and nodded, following him down the steps. “I think I might finally be able to sleep after tonight.”

He opened the cabin door, and I paused.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

We both stopped in the doorway—a faint voice drifted toward us from deeper in the ship. I glanced at him before continuing down the hall and turning to stand at the top of a narrow set of steps.

“Hari!” Dorian called. “Please, I need you! I feel so much. Come and relieve me.”

I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms, listening. My heart ached. It would be so easy to walk down the steps, to grasp the prince's hand and ease whatever suffering he felt.

Orion placed a hand on my back. “What do you need?” he asked.

I didn’t answer for a moment, considering.

Care, worry, something like love pressed toward me from Orion.

I had never felt such things from Dorian. A flash of rage flooded through me.

“I only need you.”

The End

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