Orion

Forty Nine. Three Times

That facade- the sly one dominated only by curiosity fell at my demand. His foot tapped the brake like he didn't even think to do it- pure, lustful instinct making him clothesline me as the car lurched to a rough stop in the middle of the road.

I was already in the back seat by the time he pulled over on the dirt and gravel of the shoulder.

Usually I could take a little tease but today that wasn't the case. I wanted Orion as soon as I felt the want like I was a slave to my own arousal.

He was too big to climb back like I did.

I saw in the back center seat, watching as he exited the car, then gripped and pulled on the handle.

His hard dick tented the airy fabric of those brown shorts. I was already grabbing at the waistband, dragging him in as my body thrummed with animalistic need.

The door slammed as he climbed in, and I slid closer to the back passenger door to give him room.

My mindless decision to go bra-less came back to haunt me.

Pebbles nipples rubbed against the fabric as my heavy breasts swayed. I leaned back against the door, watching him lift his hips to push down his underwear and shorts. Why?

Because someone was messy.

That thick, long, beautiful thing between his legs pointed to the roof, vines that I yearned to trace with my tongue prominent and the tip an angry red color that mesmerized me as it twitched.

I could hear his wolf growling lowly, waiting to pounce just like mine.

When Orion reached for me, I shrunk in on myself with a devious smile: I felt hungry.

"Touch yourself." It wasn't an ask. I tipped my head back against the window, watching his hand try to do what I said before his mind caught up and that sexy, deep and barely restrained voice cut through the suddenly thick air in the car, "Chaos, we don't have time to-"

"We have enough," I murmured with a smirk, "if we didn't, you wouldn't have taken the scenic route. You added at least two hours to the drive. We have more than enough time, baby. You played it off well, acting like you just wanted to go the pretty way when you knew what would happen. Touch yourself. Please."

And of course he did. Because the hybrid he'd taken home had this murderous wolf wrapped around her little pinky.

I loved that for me.

Orion's eyes didn't leave mine as he gathered saliva, then spit into his wait hung hand and reached down, gripping the thick base of his dick with those big hands. I got jealous watching him hold himself. It should have been my hair in his grip, my throat, my hips, my ass, something.

He ran his thumb over his tip, gathering the pre-cum leaking out and dragging it down as he stroked himself languidly.

I was entranced. Watching his hand stroke up, then down over and over and over again. My fucking mouth was watering.

His fist tightened on the downstroke. My breath hitched.

Orion looked so fucking good, long legs spread as much as the fabric across his thighs let him. He'd leaned his head back too, stormy eyes dark. He looked so fucking big in the back seat. Even bigger than he already was.

My shoes were in the front, discarded before I fell asleep. I slid my shorts and panties down, kicked them off without looking away from my mate.

He had that hungry voice and that dangerous look i loved as he smirked at me, "C'mere."