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I’m not far behind, my own release building as I drive into her again and again. Her name tears from my throat, rough and raw, as I finally let go, my hips jerking as I spill myself inside her. Her body clenches around me, milking every last drop, and I collapse forward, catching myself on my hands as I hover over her, both of us gasping for air.

Her green eyes meet mine, hazy and unfocused, her lips curved in a dazed smile. “You’re… relentless, Sir.”

“Cora,” I gasp, my voice ragged, my body still buried deep inside her. Her legs lock around my waist, her ankles pressing into the crook of my back, and I feel her walls clench around me in a way that makes my head spin. I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe. All I know is that I need her—not just now, but always. “Be my mate. Now and forever.”

Her laughter cuts through the haze of my desire, soft and breathless. “What?” she asks, her green eyes glinting with amusement as she blinks away the sweat clinging to her lashes. “Are you asking me to marry you? Now? While you’re balls deep inside of me?”

I freeze, my mind scrambling for words. This wasn’t how I’d planned it. Not that I’dplannedit at all—the thought had just burst out of me, raw and unguarded. I’d never been one forgrand declarations, but with Cora, everything feels different. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips, and I’m completely at a loss.

Her hand reaches up, her fingers brushing against my cheek with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “Do some research on Earth marriage proposals,” she says, her voice teasing but kind. “No offense, Orion. I love you, but I’d prefer if the setup were more romantic before I give my answer.”

Romantic. Right. I’m a Vakutan warrior, not a poet. But for her, I’ll learn. For her, I’ll do anything. I open my mouth to say as much, but she tightens her legs around me, pulling me even closer. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I feel her shiver beneath me.

“You can research later,” she murmurs, her voice soft and dreamy. Her hands slide down my back, her nails scraping lightly against my scales, and I groan, my control slipping. “Right now, I just want you to stay. Right here. Like this.”

I can’t argue with that. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the universe. Not when her body is warm and pliant beneath mine, her heartbeat echoing in my ears, her scent swirling around me like a siren’s call. I lower my head, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that’s as soft as it is desperate. She responds instantly, her tongue sliding against mine, her body arching into me.

“Cora,” I murmur against her mouth, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She laughs, the sound low and throaty. “But what a way to go, right?”

I can’t help but smile. She’s impossible. Infuriating. Perfect. And she’s mine. For now, that’s enough. I’ll figure out the rest later. For now, I lose myself in her, in the way she wraps herself around me, in the way she whispers my name like it’s a prayer.

CHAPTER 13

CORA

Orion strides down the sleek, metallic corridor of Veritas Base Alpha, the black leather duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The bag looks heavy, but he carries it like it’s nothing—because, of course, it’s nothing to him. I’m trailing behind, trying to keep up with his long strides, my curiosity buzzing like a bee trapped in a jar.

“What’s in the bag? Some kind of Vakutan lightsaber? Plasma whip? A gun that shoots tiny black holes?” I ask, half-joking, half-desperate to know.

He doesn’t even glance back. “Patience, Cora.”

“Patience is overrated.” I quicken my pace to walk beside him. “Come on, just a hint. Is it dangerous? Explosive? Does it glow?”

“You’ll see.” His tone is infuriatingly calm, but there’s a glint in his purple eyes that tells me he’s enjoying this.

We reach the holo-gym, and Orion punches in the access code. The doors slide open with a soft whoosh, and I step inside. The transformation is immediate—instead of the sterile, high-tech room I expected, we’re standing in the middle of a dense forest. The air smells like pine and damp earth, and the sound of rustling leaves and distant bird calls fills the space. It’s soreal, I half expect to see a squirrel dart across the moss-covered ground.

“What kind of training program is this?” I ask, glancing around. “Wilderness survival? Are we going to wrestle a bear? Because I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Not exactly.” Orion’s voice is low, and there’s an intensity in his gaze that makes my stomach do a little flip. “In fact, training isn’t what I had in mind.”

I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “You could’ve just told the holodeck to generate a bed, you know. Saved us both the walk.”

He doesn’t laugh. Instead, he sets the duffel bag down and unzips it with deliberate slowness. My eyes dart to the bag, expecting something flashy or intimidating to emerge. But what he pulls out is... a bundle of fabric. He tosses it to me, and I catch it mid-air, the soft material unfolding in my hands.

It’s a cloak. A scarlet red hooded cloak, just like the one from my diary drawings.

My fingers trace the luxurious fabric. It’s smooth, almost silky, but with a weight that feels grounding in my hands. I look up at him, my heart pounding. “What is this?”

“Put it on.” His voice is a command, no room for question.

I start to drape the cloak over my shoulders, but before I can even get it settled, his hand catches me off guard—smack. The sharp sting on my backside makes me yelp, and I spin around to glare at him.

“Put it on the right way,” he says, his tone firm but with a hint of amusement.

I bite my lower lip, a mix of annoyance and arousal bubbling under my skin. “Fine,” I mutter, starting to strip off my clothes. His eyes don’t leave me as I peel off my shirt, then my pants, folding them neatly and setting them aside. The forest air is cool against my skin, but his gaze is hot enough to make up for it.

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