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)
He removed his hood and hurried to start a fire to ward off any curious foxes or wild boars.
The flames licked toward the sky as he studied the dancing embers that flickered as restless as his thoughts.
He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting and meditating before he heard him.
Several silent steps later, Zorion appeared from around the trunk of a spruce tree.
He didn’t give Zorion time to speak before he was shoving him hard against the rough trunk, colliding in a clash of need and urgency.
Their breaths mingled in the cool air as Valor crushed his lips to Zorion’s, gripping his clothes, tearing, desperate to feel Zorion’s hot skin against his.
Zorion groaned into his mouth, his fingers threading into Valor’s hair, tugging just enough to make his nerves spark.
Valor inhaled, drinking in the intoxicating mix of Zorion’s natural scent of sweet cedarwood and amber.
He nipped at Zorion’s jaw as he dragged his lips down the long column of his throat, reveling in the full body shudder he got in response.
“The way you moved today,” Zorion panted in his ear. “I could barely keep my eyes off you.”
Zorion slid his hands down Valor’s torso before slipping beneath his waistband and grazing his fingertips along his hardness before seizing it in a punishing grip.
“Fuck.”
A growl rumbled deep in Valor’s chest as he sealed their bodies together, grinding his hips with urgency.
The air was thick with the scent of pine, earth, and their lust.
The firelight cast beautiful shadows across Zorion’s handsome face as Valor kissed his scars.
“You are all fuckin’ mine, Rio.”
“Then take what’s yours.”
Zorion gasped as Valor bit down on his shoulder, not enough to break the skin but enough to make his knees buckle.
He reversed their positions and pressed his body flush against him. His chest heaved, muscles tensed, his restraint hanging by a fragile thread.
“Tell me how much you want this,” Zorion murmured.
Valor gave him a devious smirk, gripping the nape of Zorion’s neck. He pulled them until their mouths met again, slower and deeper.
“Not only do I want it…I’m going to take it.”
A sigh escaped Zorion’s soft lips as Valor swapped their positions.
The grip on his cock tightened, and Zorion’s calluses added to the friction as he began to stroke him faster. It felt so damn good that a dizzying lightheadedness overtook him as his eyelids slid closed.
“When this war is over, Rio,” Valor gasped as his balls tightened. “We’re gonna go someplace remote, and I’m gonna take you in every way I want…and you’re gonna fuckin’ let me, and you’re gonna fuckin’ like it.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Zorion smirked.
Valor jerked, and it wasn’t from his cresting orgasm, while Zorion’s hand froze mid-stroke.
Something powerful hit them at the same time.
A rush. A memory.
A feeling so visceral it stole the breath from his lungs.
His hold on Zorion’s hips tightened as a wave of déjà vu crashed over him, so strong and undeniable that time itself fractured.
This wasn’t the first time he’d said that.
Images hovered at the edges of his mind. Echoes of a scene he couldn’t quite grasp clawed at the surface.
He looked into Zorion’s hooded green eyes and saw the same recognition staring back at him.
Valor’s voice was raw, part wonder and part frustration. “We’ve…we’ve done this before.”
Chief Styles Sawyer
Zorion
Jo returned a month later with a report that the Blacks and the Browns had formed an alliance after fighting Lion and Omega.
“I can assure you that the Blacks and the Browns are as righteous as Lion and Omega claimed.”
Jo was talking a mile a minute as she and the lead of her shadow team laid out a plan for them to meet Grace and Mirage.
“I swear. At their debriefing, Meridian threatened to torture the director before he killed him if he finds any truth of his alleged corruption,” Jo said wide-eyed. “They have their handlers, Spector and Corvo, chasing their tails for answers about Hamburg. Trust me, now is the time, Valor. I would never put you or Zorion in danger. The Browns will not attack you.”
He and Valor exchanged glances before nodding in unison. They’d been holed up at the safehouse with an impatient Zelmir for long enough.
They’d wanted to go back to the Order with Lion and Omega, but Jo had forbidden it. So, they’d trained on their new weapons for twelve hours each day while they waited.
“Okay, what’s the plan,” he asked.
“Grace and Mirage will be at their favorite restaurant tonight,” she began. “Zelmir, I’m gonna need your balls to drop. If your family is still being held in the Ravens facility, then I’m gonna need your help with this part.”
Zorion’s fingers were steady on the grip of his bow as he sat perched high on a wide branch of an oak in Whispering Pines Park.
As planned, Zelmir dressed as a waiter at the restaurant the Browns were dining in and dropped an inconspicuous note on their table that intrigued them enough to follow him.