Orion

Twelve. True Colors

Even though sleeping in his bed eased some of her fear, she was still nowhere near being well rested. This was still a strange place, and for some reason, Mahogany was expecting to open her eyes from a state of meditation and be back in her room at home.

Of course, that wasn't what happened when she awoke. When Mahogany opened her eyes, the first thing they landed on were his lips. Plump and pink. The bottom lip slightly bigger than the top. Slightly parted, a soft sigh left Orion's lips, but she didn't worry that he was going to wake up. The sun wasn't even up yet.

He was dreaming. Those pale, icy eyes were moving back and forth from behind the lids that were hiding them, and his lips were pulled down only slightly at the corners.

Her hands were pressed to his chest now- she'd rolled over at some point, but Orion's big hand still had her ass in a grip. The reminder sent a wave of heat through her body that ceased just below her belly. His hand was so warm.

He was so warm. The blankets were only covering her now. He'd kicked them off at some point. And managed to tangle his long legs with hers.

Mo still didn't know what had brought her to slip out of her panties before she had gone to his room.

Yes she did.

She'd act like she didn't.

The hair on his chest was soft, and just a little darker than the curls on his head, and the shadow of the beard and mustache that he had been growing out. Mahogany ran her fingers over it and found herself murmuring that same word Orion had been last night as he admired her legs.

Soft.

Orion hummed in his sleep, then groaned. He let go of her ass, but his skin never left hers. That hand slid down to the middle of her thigh, and used his grip to lift her leg, spreading them, and then wrapped it around his waist, pulling her even closer with the action.

"Open your mouth."

"W-What?" all the breath within her escaped when Orion pressed his hips into hers. They were flush now. She could feel his growing erection, feel how warm it was, feel how he pressed into her even more. Her brain was going to stop allowing her to be the logical one within the minute. Her hands were already sliding down his chest.

When Mahogany looked up for the second time, she learned that her mate was still asleep. Or at least he was good at acting like he was asleep.

"Orion."

"Hmm?"

"You're going to make this really weird when you get up and see how we are."

There was a pause followed by a yawn. When Mo looked up, his eyes were focused solely on her, "I am up."

"So now what?"

He was stroking her thigh. His hands and fingers were rough, but his touch was like silk. The corners of his lips turned up, "Now we go back to bed for a little while longer. They've quieted down a little bit."

Making it a point to completely ignore the alpha she was lying with, Mahogany tried to sit up, and finally acknowledged the fact that she had cottonmouth, "I'm thirsty. And I want a snack. And I mean an actual food and drink."

"You sure?"

His hips flexed again, his hand slid up under her t-shirt. The fog he created in her mind cleared. That guard that had started to slide down because of what he'd done to her on the couch, and the fact that he was the sole reason that she had gotten a few hours of sleep, but this wasn't right. This didn't seem right.