WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT.
The stench of rotting flesh clung to the air, thick and suffocating.
We were hit by another horde of rotters. A mix of rotters, hulks, and one colossus.
Dark blood soaked the dirt beneath my boots. The ground was littered with severed limbs, crushed skulls, and bodies twitching long after they should have stopped moving.
We had won. Barely.
I stood among the wreckage, my hands curled into fists. My body ached, but not from wounds.
No, I had barely been touched. I’d fought like hell, just as I wanted. Just as I needed. But it still hadn’t been enough.
The others were celebrating, patching each other up, laughing in that breathless way survivors did after sothing like this. I felt none of it.
I turned on my heel and walked away.
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Hot water scalded my skin as I stepped into the shower, but I didn’t turn it down. I let it burn, let it remind that I was still here, still breathing.
I shut my eyes, and my mind betrayed , dragging back to the battlefield. Not to the rotters. Not to the fight. But to him.
Marco.
The way he looked at when I broke down in his arms. The way he touched when I pulled him closer, desperate to feel sothing.
The heat of his mouth on mine, the way the kiss stole my breath, how it sparked sothing for just a second before it all ca crashing down into nothing.
It hadn’t worked.
I hadn’t felt a damn thing.
Only guilt.
And Ronan? He hadn’t said a word to since. Maybe he never would again. Maybe I’d really lost him.
A sharp pain blood in my chest, and before I knew it, I was crying again. Just once. Just this last ti.
Then I would be done.
I sucked in a breath, wiped my face, and stepped out of the shower. Steam curled around as I reached for a towel.
And then I felt it.
A presence.
My breath hitched. Every hair on my body stood on end.
I turned and my heart slamd against my ribs.
Orion.
He was leaning against the sink, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked onto mine. His wings were gone. His suit was impeccable, not a wrinkle or speck of dirt in sight as if he hadn’t just stepped through a war zone to get here.
I clutched the towel tighter around myself. "What the hell?"
His eyes raked over , slow and deliberate, sending heat prickling across my skin.
"You kissed him," Orion said, his voice smooth, dangerous.
I stiffened. "That’s none of your-"
"Marco." His lip curled slightly like the na itself left a bad taste in his mouth. "Did it work, little warrior? Did he make you feel anything?"
I swallowed, my throat dry. He already knew the answer.
Orion pushed off the sink and took a step toward . "You’re wasting your ti," he murmured. "Still thinking about Ronan. Still trying to pretend Marco is the one you want."
I took a step back. My spine hit the cool tile wall. Orion followed, closing the space between us.
"You want to feel sothing?" His voice dipped lower, his breath warm against my cheek. "Let show you how."
He tilted my chin up with one finger. My pulse hamred in my throat.
I should move. I should push him away.
But I didn’t.
His touch ignited sothing inside . Sothing dark, sothing forbidden. I hated how easily he unraveled , how my body betrayed in his presence.
Orion’s fingers brushed over my shoulder, dragging the towel down an inch. His lips ghosted over my ear.
"I must punish you."
The towel dropped to the floor with ease.
His fingers brushed over my hard nipples, sending a tingling sensation down my core. He pulled against his chest, my naked body perfectly molding into him.
As Orion’s palm ca down against my bottom, a sharp sting blood across , heat radiating outward. My breath hitched, my fingers curling into fists.
I hated how my body reacted. How my pulse quickened. How a shiver of sothing dark and forbidden licked up my spine.
I bit down on my lip, swallowing the sound threatening to escape. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
But damn it. Why did it feel good?
Another strike. Another burst of heat. My nails dug into my palms.
This was wrong. It had to be.
And yet, so twisted part of craved more.
I’d never admit it. Not out loud. Not to him.
"You think you can just kiss him and forget about ?" His voice was low, dangerous.
Another sharp smack, and I gasped, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself.
Orion knew that I wanted more.
I could feel it in the way he touched , the way he watched , the smug amusent lingering in his voice.
He knew exactly what he was doing to .
"You still feel nothing, Hailey?" He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Because your body tells otherwise."
I bit my lip, refusing to respond.
Smack.
"Say it." His tone was laced with dominance, with certainty. "Say you liked it."
I shook my head, but we both knew the truth.
Smack.
"Liar."
I gasped, my fingers curling into his shirt. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating.
"Say my na," he murmured.
I clenched my jaw, refusing.
Orion chuckled. "Stubborn." His voice was thick with amusent. "But you’ll give in, little warrior. Soon."
His lips brushed over my jaw, then my throat. His hands tightened on my waist.
And then- just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he was gone.
The air felt colder without him.
I exhaled sharply, my hands shaking as I braced myself against the wall. My heart was still racing, my skin still burning.
I looked at myself in the mirror. When I turned around, his large handprints were still tattooed on my bottom.
Heat pooled between my thighs. My core was a throbbing ss. Aching for more of his torture. But he was gone.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, my mind a ss.
What the hell was happening to ?
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