Orion

Seven. A Mix

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"Put your shirt back on."

She was still sitting on the bed in only her panties. Whiskey eyes followed Orion as he paced the room, but she hadn't said anything since she'd sat down. Her ankles were crossed, and Orion had to stop pacing when she smirked at him as she wiggled her toes, "No."

"What the fuck do you mean, no?" Orion snapped. He walked over to where she'd thrown her shirt after she'd shown him that there were no runes anywhere on her body.

Chaos shrugged again, sending him a seductive smirk that threw Orion almost completely off his game. "I mean no." God, how he wanted to kill her.

His blood started to boil. Orion violently balled up the shirt she had on when they'd left her territory, and threw it towards the bed, "It wasn't a question. Put. It. On."

The shirt had landed on the end of the bed, not even a foot away from her feet, and she scooted down the bed until she could reach the shirt, but instead of grabbing it and putting it on, she kicked it off the bed. Her whiskey colored eyes were dancing with amusement, and her lips tilted upwards just a little more, turning her expression into a sly grin.

All that she was making him want to do was go ahead and tear her limb from limb like he'd been dreaming of for a while now. It was strange. The feeling was still there, and so was the bloodlust but it wasn't making him borderline feral like it had before. And there was something else there as well.

She sat up, pulling her smooth, long, umber toned legs beneath her so that they were crossed in the lotus position. She was still glowing. Who woman was glowing like a single lamp did at night, but the glow that came from her, her essence of the glow wasn't warm. It was cool and celestial, and Orin could almost see how it came off her body in waves like it was its own

She gripped her ankles and wiggled her ass for a moment, trying to situate herself before she looked back up at Orion.

Why was she smiling?

"You're a wolf, Orion. Why are you so worried about my clothes when your kind and shapeshifters are more comfortable nude than they are with clothes on?"

His eyes had started to drift again. She had a mole on her neck, and unlike earlier, that wave of anger that had washed over her was gone, she her chest was moving evenly, calmly. Once again, Orion found his eyes lingering on her breasts. The woman must have seen where his eyes seemed to be glued to, because she let go of her ankles, and leaned back on her hands, exposing her stomach as well. Orion had to bite back the groan threatening to fall from his lips, but his wolf was really liking what she was allowing him to see.

"I can hear him," She stated, eyes dancing as her gaze kept on Orion, "He doesn't mind the fact that I don't have any clothes on."

She was right.

Orion swallowed harshly, scratching at the hair growing in on his jaw as he forced himself to look away. Eventually he just turned around. She was being difficult on purpose. She knew why he wanted her to put that damned shirt on.

The blankets rustled behind him on the bed, but she didn't slid beneath them. No, the woman walked over to Orion.

If he were to turn around, they'd be chest to chest.