A Mate For Orion (Forbidden Shifters Series Book 5)

by Selena Scott

  Diana may have agreed with him, he wasn’t exactly sure. But either way, she only allowed him a few more tenderly desperate twists of his tongue through her wetness before she was dragging him the rest of the way up the bed and twisting around, falling halfway to her side, tossing a leg up against his ear, landing her cheek on his thigh, nudging at his achingly hard dick with her nose.

  Okay. Okay, wow. So this was actually new to him. He’d seen people do this for each other in porn, but never before had he had the distinct ecstasy of pleasuring and being pleas— holy god.

  Orion lost all finesse as Diana’s hot mouth closed over him. She was swallowing him desperately, almost frantically. It made his blood ignite to feel it. She was usually so ordered, everything planned so well. To see her just dive in like this, sloppily cast away on a tide of lust for him. Well. He refused to be left behind.

  He spread her legs around his face and kissed her as passionately as he wanted to, all thoughts of technique or style completely gone. He was lost in her, his tongue slicking through sweet wetness, the bottom half of his body on complete fire as she sucked and nuzzled and swallowed him down. Her soft thighs trembled and tightened and then she was going tight as a tree bough and practically screaming around his cock. As she went lax against him, he expected her to pull off of him, but she didn’t. Instead, her orgasm seemed to make her even more determined to see him through to the other side.

  Her hands got in on the action, screwing upward against his shaft, digging into to the meat of his thigh, dragging around to the muscles of his ass, encouraging him to thrust forward, into her mouth. It only took two jerky thrusts of his hips before he was coming hard down her throat. He said her name into her own thigh, his face tipped down into her soft skin, his teeth bared, his body shaking with release.

  He’d come inside her. In her mouth, not between her legs, but still, that feeling of cosmic rightness was back. This was the best thing two people could do with one another. He was certain of it.

  They simultaneously collapsed backward and scrambled toward one another at once. He didn’t know how that was possible, but apparently it was. They were sweaty and breathing hard and a hot mess. It was the single greatest moment of his life.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Diana expected one of them to say something. This was the moment when one of them should comment on how hot that was, or make some joke that would make them both laugh. But the words didn’t come. And neither did the sleepy sinking into the bed that she’d expected either.

  With every sexual partner in her path, those had been the two possible post-orgasm paths. Either chatting or sleeping. But she and Orion, as loose and relaxed and dozy as they both seemed to be, couldn’t stop touching and petting and kissing at one another.

  Her hand moved infinitesimally against his back, her fingertips tracing his collarbone, her palm slipping against chest hair. His fingers traced a pattern over her asscheek, his lips kissing a small path back and forth at her hairline. One of her feet dipped down to his calf, sliding up and down. After a blissful minute of this, he lifted her and planted her more fully on top of him, seemingly so he could kiss the other side of her face, so his fingers could walk themselves up her spine.

  But when he shifted her again, inserted one of his legs between hers, when she felt him grow hard and hot against her again, she realized that this wasn’t post-sex cuddling. No. This was smack-dab-in-the-middle-of-sex-canoodling.

  She lifted her head, maybe to say something, but his mouth was there and instead of talking, she found herself drowning in a kiss. He was warm and open and loose, relaxed from his orgasm but clearly still deeply turned on.

  They shifted again and now she was on her back with him leaning over her. He was between her legs and slicking his cock through her wetness. She fell back and arched up at the same time and he obliged her by leaning down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He was maddeningly gentle with her and only when she started rocking against him again, saying his name over and over, did he oblige her with clamping teeth down around her, tugging roughly at her breast.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her fingers digging into his back.

  He rolled to his side and tipped her up so that her ass landed in his lap.

  “This is how we were laying the first time I felt how wet you get for me,” he said into her ear in a voice so shredded she barely recognized it as his. “This is how I want you the first time, Diana. Just like this.” His hand found its way between her legs, his largest finger slipping inside of her, making her mouth fall open, her eyes clamp closed and her legs tremble. A bead of sweat slicked down her stomach. “I want to overwhelm you,” he told her. “I want to be as close to too much as you can handle.”

  “Don’t hold back,” she pleaded with him, pushing her hips down toward his hand, impaling herself on his finger. “I can take it.”

  “I know you can. You can handle me. Just like I can handle you.” He pulled his hand away from her and before she could mewl in protest, the head of his cock was there, pushing part way into her. “Condom,” he choked, leaning around her to scrabble in his nightstand drawer.

  “No,” she whispered. She’d never not used a condom before, but something about him, his scent, his weight, his presence his voice, him, it made her want to feel him completely.

  “No?” He stilled behind her.

  “Are you clean?” she asked, tilting her head to see his face.

  “Yes,” he whispered. “We were tested when we left the forest last year. I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

  “Me either,” she whispered, finally saying aloud something that she might have taken to the grave under other circumstances. “I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

  That, apparently, was the red shirt to a bull. Because plastered together like spoons, with her head tipped back to meet his eyes, Orion growled, braced her thigh open with a firm hand, and pushed up into her, hard and high and shockingly big.

  Her eyes went sightless, her body stiff, a cry weak in her throat as she took him halfway and then fully to the base of his cock. He was a shocking intrusion, much larger and blunter and rougher than any other lover she’d ever had. Her body stretched around him, gripping him, wanting more, pulsing tightly, begging for friction.

  When her vision cleared, she looked over her shoulder and saw the same look on his face that must have been on hers.

  “So good,” he choked. “So good it hurts.”

  “Yes,” she hissed again. That was exactly it. And wasn’t that just the perfect way of describing the place he’d made for himself in her life? So good it hurt.

  She pushed her hips down against him and he responded, pulling out just a touch and pushing back in. Diana dropped her head down and he laid his cheek against hers. Her legs tangled with his, he planted a strong hand on her lower belly, holding her still for him, his other arm around her body, hugging haphazardly across her breasts.

  She was pinned in place by him in a hundred different ways. She opened her eyes and to her blissful surprise, saw that she could see the ghostly reflection of their twisted, writhing bodies in the glass of his window. She saw herself, lithe and pinned and dwarfed against his massive, muscular, rough-pumping body.

  “Holy shit,” she murmured. She never, ever came from intercourse alone but suddenly something deep and sparking was waking up inside of her. Orgasms for her had always been a matter of dexterity, patience, a certain touch of elegance. But something about this man’s cock, the blunt push of his desire for her, the weight of his large body, it electrified her nerve endings, had her chasing a possibility that had never before been possible.

  And then, when he added the heavy heel of his hand to her clit, pressing and barely circling, she was a goner. She couldn’t believe she was about to come from this. This was caveman sex! Yet there she went and— “Mother effing holy mother god dammit!” Diana shouted, tensing against him almost violently.

  The orgasm was both sharp and achey
as her body rhythmically clamped around him over and over again. It was scarily intense, a different kind of pleasure than she’d ever felt before. It was almost as if all the other orgasms she’d had in her life had been in one certain language and this one was in an entirely new tongue.

  She went completely lax against the bed, turning her face into the bedsheets that smelled like laundry detergent and Orion. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she chanted over and over. Her orgasm seemed to spur something within him because his thrusts distinctly changed. His hips began circling behind her, up into her, like there was some secret place inside her that he was trying his hardest to find, find, find. His arms clamped, almost too hard around her, his lips locking onto the lobe of her ear, releasing it only to say something to her in words she didn’t -couldn’t- understand.

  Diana gasped for air, clamped a hand around his forearm and opened her legs wide. Her body was soft and wrung out from her orgasms, her attention shifting from her own pleasure to his. She so badly wanted him to feel everything that she just had. She felt sweet and open and impossibly tender toward him. She wanted every good thing for him. Everything it was possible for him to feel, she wanted that. She gripped his arm with one hand and threaded her fingers through his hair with the other hand. She opened herself even wider to him, tipping her head back again, she caught the corner of his eye, dark and dilating and wild. “Give it to me, Orion. You know it’s mine. You know it belongs to me. You know I can take it. Give it to me.”

  He bared his teeth in a white flash, gripped her hip almost bruisingly hard and gave four hard thrusts into her, his body going stiff and a pained noise erupting from his throat.

  His orgasm seemed to last forever as Diana marveled at the bulky strength of the muscles that surrounded her, his giant feet bunching against the bedsheets, the volume of air that washed over her from his gigantic lungs. The man was a continent unto himself.

  He fell back onto the bed and gripped her hard, not pulling out. “Diana, Diana, Diana,” he chanted, just as she’d chanted for god after she’d come. His hands closed over her hip, her breasts, her neck and thigh and chin. He kissed at her neck as passionately as he’d kissed between her legs just half an hour before. When the palm of his hand found the place where they were still joined, Orion circled her clit with an almost friendly pressure, no finesse, just that blunt confidence she should have known was going to wreck her.

  She hadn’t thought she could come again after all the muscle-quaking pleasure she’d endured minutes before, but it didn’t take long at all for him to have her up and over the edge again. A milder, achier orgasm than the ones before it but sweeter too. If those other orgasms were like deep tongue kisses, this one was like a hug. Comforting, warm, satisfying on a soul-deep level.

  When the pleasure finally subsided, he pulled out of her and rolled her to her back, leaning over her to kiss her. He kissed her like he was drinking the clearest coolest water. He took deep draughts of her, stopping only to press his forehead against hers every once in a while, his eyes firmly closed.

  Diana really, really didn’t want to ruin the moment or anything, but there were needs that required some attention. “Um?” she started and his eyes fluttered open. “I’m really hoping you have clean sheets.”

  His brow furrowed. “Huh?”

  “Things are a little messy?”

  He rolled back from her, onto all fours, and looked down at where she was pointing. “Wow,” he said with a laugh as he scratched at his head. “Yeah, I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that it’s pretty much just like coming on the sheets.”

  Diana propped herself up. “I never have either. For the record.” She bit her lip.“I really wish you had an en suite.”

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “A bathroom connected to your bedroom. I kinda don’t want to go into the hall, um, like this.”

  “Right. Here, I have a robe. You can cover up with that and then we can run across to the bathroom. I’m the only one on this floor so it would be really unlikely that my siblings will see you.”

  He stood and took her by the hands, hauling her upward. “Oh, jeez,” Diana muttered looking down at her legs as gravity made the messiness considerably worse. “Hurry! Hurry!” she all but shouted, bouncing from foot to foot and gesturing wildly at the robe.

  Orion burst out laughing, tossed the robe around her shoulders, and darted out into the hallway. “All clear, boss!”

  She, laughing hysterically now too, ran across the hall and into the bathroom. It was kind of a wonky bathroom, with a slanting ceiling and a skylight, everything down to the bathroom tile in a sickly pink. But it was clean and as Orion cranked the shower knobs, a healthy steam beckoned Diana into the shower.

  It was as if someone had pressed pause on her worries. Diana let herself fully enjoy the pounding of the water on her back, his warm, soapy hands that were suddenly everywhere against her. They laughed and scrubbed each other down. When they stepped out, he wrapped her up in a big, fluffy towel while he himself just shook off water droplets like a wolf in the wild.

  He led her back to the bedroom and tugged on briefs over his damp skin, dug a t-shirt out of his drawers for her to wear then sat her down on the bed and combed through her hair, searching out her tangles.

  Diana let her eyes fall closed as she absorbed the gentle tug of his hands in her hair.

  “I can’t remember the last time someone did something like this for me,” she said, humming a bit at the pleasure of being touched like this.

  “Brushed your hair?”

  “Took care of me.”

  “We take care of all the people around us, Diana. But now you get to let me take care of you and I get to let you take care of me.”

  “Hmm.” She leaned her weight back into Orion. “I think my mother was the last person I truly let take care of me.”

  “Will you tell me a little bit about her?”

  Normally she would have refused a request like that. Or she would have fed him some canned answer about how beautiful and charming she was. But right now, her muscles were so relaxed, her skin so warm, his weight so solid behind her that she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.

  “She believed in magic, like I told you. But she also kind of was magic.” Diana laughed a little to herself. “Even if you don’t really believe in that kind of thing, she definitely had something going on. Something not quite… explainable.”

  “Would she do spells and stuff?”

  “Yeah. Little things. Like special teas to drink if I had a fever. Crystals over the door jamb to ward away evil. Stuff like that. But then there was the whole full moon thing.”

  She felt him straighten up at her words a bit. She understood why. The man was a shifter for goodness sakes. The full moon was very important to him. “What full moon thing?”

  “Well, she really believed that the full moon was the most special time of every month. That it was sacred and needed to be honored.”

  “Smart woman.” He paused for a long second, his eyes searching hers. “Was she a shifter?”

  “No.” Diana shook her head. “But she had a deep respect for shifters. She was the one who taught me about shifters. One of my earliest memories is of her explaining to me how some people could shift into animals on the full moon and that people who couldn’t do that were often scared of shifters. She explained that it was a beautiful gift to be able to shift. Not just because it’s such a cool phenomenon, but because she truly believed that every person had an animal of some kind deep inside of them, but that shifters were the only ones who could really show it.”

  “Wow.” Orion chuckled. “I’ve never thought of it that way before.” He was done combing her hair and was now just running his fingers through the damp strands, his warm fingers finding her scalp every so often. It was enough to make Diana want to purr. “Do you think that’s true?”

  Diana shrugged. “I think it’s a useful
way to look at it.”

  “What kind of animal do you think is inside of you?”

  She cocked her head to one side. “A house cat of course.”

  He laughed. “What? Why?”

  “You know, moody, aloof.”

  He scoffed. “Diana, that’s ridiculous. You’re a total mama bear.”

  “You’re saying I would be a bear?”

  “No.” His hand was damn close to lulling her to sleep. “I’m just saying that ‘moody and aloof’ are not exactly defining characteristics of who you are. There’s plenty of other things I would put at the top of the list.”

  “Oh yeah?” Maybe she was fishing. So, sue her. What was the fun in a conversation like this if you didn’t fish, at least a little.

  “Yeah. You’re protective and clever and hard working and talented and stubborn and confident and sensual and mysterious—“

  “Sensual and mysterious?” She asked through a laugh. “Pretty sure you’ve only added those to your list due to the fact that we were sixty-nining an hour ago.”

  He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a knowing smile. “Diana, you literally believe in magic. What’s more sensual and mysterious than that?”

  She could feel the confusion in her own answering smile. “I never said that I believed in magic. I said my mother did.”

  His eyebrow raised another inch. “Uh huh,” he said, completely unconvinced.

  He rolled them under the covers and Diana let herself be snuggled in, warm and safe. Sleep was imminent, she was sure for both of them. But it was with his words in her head that Diana drifted off. How could he have known that? How could he have seen to the heart of the matter when she herself hadn’t even seen it? Because when she looked at it through his eyes, it seemed perfectly clear to her. Of course she believed the world was full of magic. Just as her mother had. Just because she had a practical job and walked and talked the life of a grown up, sensible woman didn’t mean that deep in her heart, she was still that barefoot little girl dancing in the moon light, waiting to see what possibilities the rising moon brought with it.