Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
The crisp air blew through his light linen pants and beneath his hood.
Two young students of the Order were sitting on the ground, close enough to whisper in each other’s ears. When they saw him and Zorion approaching, they leaped to their feet and brushed at their pristine white tunics before bowing their heads low.
Valor acknowledged them with a slight nod, but the two students stayed in that position until he and Zorion were almost to the coastline.
He stared down at his love, appreciating the effects his strenuous training had on his body. He moved with such controlled and unwavering discipline.
The path led toward the cliffside, where the land dipped toward the ocean. Valor kissed Zorion’s knuckles as they stared at the waterfall cascading into a foaming pool.
The heat of the day gave way to the cooler breeze of night. The mineral-earthiness smell of wet stones and the awakening noises of nocturnal creatures were just the balm his soul needed.
He’d missed Zorion. They didn’t make love nearly as often as he wanted.
Their days were still filled with combat training, mental strengthening, and discipline. Their lessons also included mastering weapons that nature provided, like clubs, longbows and poisons. The elders also insisted they learn multiple languages and customs to be better equipped to infiltrate other governments.
Valor sank onto the soft grass and pulled Zorion with him.
His long white-blond hair fanned around his shoulders and onto the grass. Valor couldn’t resist running his fingers through it. It was almost as lush and long as Lion’s.
Valor stared down at his soulmate with something akin to worship.
Zorion had changed so much.
They both had.
Their bodies and minds were more in sync with their animal instincts, all parts of them operating on one accord. Complementing one another.
“My beautiful hawk,” Valor whispered, stroking Zorion’s cheek.
Zorion shifted his gaze from the sky and looked him in his eyes.
He didn’t have to speak to respond. His pale-green eyes were expressive and spoke a language only Valor understood.
A rustle in the brush pulled his attention away, but he’d already been aware of the presence of his friend before she emerged.
A beast who moved with the same unseen presence as him.
The Persian leopard locked eyes with him, released a soft purr, then settled onto the ground, making herself comfortable.
“I think your friend is jealous,” Zorion murmured, a hint of a smile curving his peach-colored lips.
Valor trailed his fingers along the buttons of Zorion’s tunic, undoing them with deliberate slowness. He pulled one side of the jacket open and dragged his palm down the hard planes of Zorion’s chest.
His delicate skin was marred by faint scars he’d earned over the many months of training.
Valor stared at the healed burns along Zorion’s right shoulder before he lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses against them, tracing the rough path until he nuzzled his cheek.
Zorion shivered. “You always go right for that spot.”
“Because I like them.” He sighed, tasting and nipping, “They’re a part of you. And I can’t help but feel you got them by being brave and fighting. You were victorious, and these are the scars to prove it.”
Zorion moaned.
“And I can’t help but think these scars are a part of me too.” Valor’s breath increased. “Like we were both in that fire.”
“Then where are your burns?” Zorion asked.
Valor took Zorion’s hand and placed it over his heart. “In here.”
After a long, intimate pause, Valor bowed his head until their lips met. The kiss started slow and sensual but wasn’t long before it increased with heat.
Valor shifted, pressing their bodies tighter as he let himself explore more, enjoying every new curve and sculpted muscle of Zorion’s body.
He kissed down the curve of Zorion’s jaw to the strong column of his neck, lingering in the hollow of his throat.
Their movements were unhurried, savored the rare luxury of touch and intimacy in the midst of their strenuous existence.
The last remnants of sunlight surrendered, and the stars appeared as Valor stripped away the barriers between them.
Their bodies fit together as naturally as breathing. Every gasp, every whispered devotion increased in intensity until the tension was wrapped so tight between them he could no longer hold back.
He covered Zorion, their limbs tangling and bodies slicked from the moisture drifting in the air from the waterfall.
Zorion’s breath was hot against his chin, his nails raking down his back as he kissed him until he was gasping for air.
Valor’s patience was waning. It’d been almost three weeks since he’d been inside Zorion. He hardly smelled like him. A problem he’d soon rectify.
He reached over, grabbed the bottle of oil from his pants pocket, and squeezed a generous amount onto his cock.
Zorion spread his legs wide, grasping Valor’s hips as if he needed him just as much.
With raw, unrestrained power, Valor turned Zorion over and covered his body, grinding his cock into him until the smooth glide of his dick between Zorion’s muscular ass cheeks had him seconds from exploding.