🔹Act8🔹

Orin’s Pov

I couldn’t sleep— the thought of Kaelis and how it all went down with her. My body ached from the fight and all I needed was a good sleep.

‘Fuck sleep!’ Veythar’s voice slithered inside me, smug and sharp. ‘You know what you need right now but you blew it anyways,’

I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. Yeah, I blew it by letting her walk away and now I was lying here, restless, thinking about how close I’d been to having her, the way her eyes had caught me.

‘You’re pathetic, Orin,’ Veythar taunted, claws scraping at my ribs from inside. ‘You want her and you need her. So why are you lying here like a coward?’

“Vey… it isn’t that easy,” I said. “You know…”

‘Fuck the vows,’ He cursed. ‘We have finally found our mate and you are going to let it out. Don’t be a scaredy cat, man.’ He bursts into a loud laughter.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my heart hammering like a war drum. My chest ached in ways I didn’t expect, and I realized it wasn’t just my muscles. It was something heavier— I wanted her and was missing her scent before I’d even touched her.

“Pathetic?” I muttered aloud, my voice rough. “Maybe, but I’m not letting you ruin me.”

Veythar laughed, low and dangerous. ‘I’m not ruining you, I am helping you by showing you what’s real and what’s yours if you’re brave enough to take it.’

“Vey…” I blurted out.

‘Not my fault if you don’t have any game…’ he laughed.

He was teasing me, but I was not going to give into his mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling the sharp pressure of his claws against my ribs, feeling his impatience coil in me like fire. I could almost feel her— warm, soft, the weight of her against me, the way her breath would hitch if I kissed her neck, the way her lips would part if I whispered her name. My blood raising at the thought.

“Stop teasing me,” I growled, my jaw tight. “Stop making me feel like this.”

‘Or what?’ he purred. ‘You gonna sleep through the rest of your life like a fool?’

I sat up, swinging my legs over the bed, and ran a hand through my hair. I should go to her or I should drive to her door, and knock then claim what I had felt since the moment she ran to me. The thought made my chest tighten, my hands itching to be on her, my skin burning at every imagined touch.

‘Go. Now,’ Veythar urged. ‘Before you cum on yourself from way too much excitement.’

“The fuck, Vey,” I chuckled.

He was right but I hesitated. My mind spun—what if she didn’t want this? What if I ruined everything? My heart slammed against my ribs with every passing second of doubt but then I pictured her standing there, her hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with defiance, maybe even a little mischief… and the knot in my chest unraveled just enough for me to snap.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed.

I could hear Veythar screaming and squealing like a child who was just given a piece of candy. My body moved before my mind caught up, the bike keys were in my pocket as I grabbed my jacket.

‘Finally. Took you long enough, dumbass. She’s ours.’

The wind slapped my face as I drove, cold and harsh, my muscles excited from anticipation. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, every detail tattooed in my mind. Her scent and the way her lips had trembled when she looked at me.

Gods, I needed her.

By the time I knocked on her door, the world had shrunk to just her. She opened it, and my chest seized.

Kaelis was standing there, every inch of her confidence dripping off her. She was wearing a deep red silk bra, the cups barely covering her breasts, the thin straps slipping down her shoulders like they didn’t care about holding anything in place. A matching lace thong hugged her hips, the lace soft but sharp against her skin, and silk thigh-high stockings ran up her legs, held tight by delicate garters that made my mouth dry. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, dark and wild, framing her flushed face and full lips.

Gods!

Fuck! I wanted to bury my head in between her boobs and get lost in her scent.

I swallowed hard, my hands twitching, wanting, aching. I stepped forward, and she didn’t move back. She looked at me, lips parted slightly, eyes flashing with a mix of challenge and invitation.

I closed the distance, and my mouth captured hers before she could speak. She leaned in, melting against me, like she had been expecting it. I felt her hands on my chest, it was warm and her nails grazing just enough to sting, drawing me closer.

Veythar was laughing inside me, cocky and shameless. ‘That’s it, Orin. Taste her and claim her. She’s ours.’

Her tongue flicked against mine, teasing, testing, and I groaned, gripping her waist and pulling her into me. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Her lingerie against my hands, her breath hot and sweet, the soft feel of her skin under my fingertips— I was losing control, and Veythar loved it.

I lifted her slightly onto the doorframe, her legs wrapping around me instinctively. She moaned against my lips, and my hands explored the curve of her hips, the softness of her stomach, the line of her thighs under the stockings. Her perfumed scent mixed with the heat of her skin and it was intoxicating.

“Fuck,” I growled, and Veythar laughed like it was a private joke.

‘Pathetic, Orin. You can barely contain yourself. I would’ve had her screaming your name already.’

“I’m not done yet,” I muttered, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in, tasting her.

Her nails dug lightly into my shoulders, her chest pressing to mine, soft and hot. I felt her heart racing, matching mine, both of us drowning in the tension.

She pulled back just a fraction, her voice breathless but teasing. “You talk too much,” she said, voice low and naughty, eyes dark with challenge.

I didn’t need telling twice. My hands roamed freely, tracing the silk, lifting her just enough to feel every inch of her against me. She leaned into every touch, lips capturing mine again, biting softly before laughing against me.

“Patience?” I rasped, Veythar clawing at my ribs, frustrated. “Not my strong suit.”

She smirked, eyes gleaming. “Good. Neither is mine.”

I carried her close to the bed and dropped her on it— not too hard but not soft either, then I dragged her closer as I knelt down to remove the stockings she had on to reveal the perfect set of legs that I had ever seen. She had red nail polish— way too clean for a healer and they were pretty too… very pretty that I got lost in them.

I had no idea when I took my tongue out to worship her feet and I could hear her moan and it drove me wild to know she was enjoying it.

I worked it for a few minutes before planting kisses on her thighs as I worked my way up but I had to stop in between her thighs that revealed her pussy covered with the thong.

Wasting no time, I removed the thong with my teeth…

‘You filthy thing,’ Veythar applauded.

Her pussy glittered under the light like stars and I knew I had to worship it with my tongue. Oh, how inviting.

I spread her legs as her pussy widened before taking it into my mouth, all juicy and wet.

Her scent was heavenly and she tasted so sweet I couldn’t help but dive in like a predator on its prey.

“Orin,” she gasped, voice innocent and daring all at once. “Don’t stop.”

I had to take my time to please her as I worked her pussy folds with my tongue slowly as she began to moan. It continued for a while before using my hand to open it up and see the beauty it was hiding.

I delved back in and my tongue worked her pussy from her clit to her pussy hole before i fucked her with my tongue. Her moan became louder and that drove me over the edge.

‘Yes!!!!’ Veythar roared.

I pushed a finger in to work inside as my tongue worked from the outside, her thighs clamped my head but I didn’t stop. I drove another finger in making it two then increased the pace as her moan became louder than it was.

“Fucking hell!” She moaned.

I drove another finger in and still worked it, increasing the already fast pace to a faster pace, her moan became a scream that made my dick harder.

Veythar laughed, teasing. ‘See? You love it as much as I do, don’t you, Orin?’

“Oh my God! I’m gonna come!” She screamed.

“Yes! Oh yes! Orin!”

“I’m coming.” She said.

Every inch of her, every sound, every smell—it was all I could think about. She was mine to take, mine to taste and mine to worship.

When I felt her climax peaked, a sudden sound jolted me awake.

I blinked, my chest heaving, and Veythar growling and hissing inside me. The bed was empty but for my sweat-slicked skin— my hands shook, my body still hungry with need, and it hit me— it had all been a dream.

Veythar’s cocky laughter echoed in my skull. ‘Amateur, Orin. Woke up before the finish line?’

I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.