7. Orion

The moment her lips touched mine, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. It was as if a current ran between us, a wild energy that urged me on. I pushed her against the brick wall of the alley with a groan, my body flush with hers.

The sweet scent of her arousal mixed with her natural lilac and peppermint fragrance, and it made my inner wolf growl in approval. One hand still locked in her hair, I squeezed a handful of her fucking gorgeous ass. She arched into me, moaning softly, and I took the sound as encouragement.

Fuck, she was mine.

I wanted to claim her right then and there, to mark her as mine and let the world know that Brielle Simmons was my mate. But I knew I had to be patient. Her world had crashed into mine, and her asshole of a father lurked like a bad smell. My mate needed time to adjust.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I groaned, feeling the need deep within me growing more insistent. I wanted to feel her around me, to lose myself in her softness and warmth. I wanted to hear my name on her lips as I brought her to the very edge of pleasure, and beyond.

My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip, memorizing her. She was a fucking goddess, and I was the lucky bastard who got to worship her. I gripped her ass tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me.

She moaned again, her teeth grazing my lower lip. I could sense her desperation, her need. I growled as I claimed her mouth. Her hips bucked against me, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material of her jeans.

Madness drove me on. Madness and pure fucking desperate need. My hands dropped to her waist and I fumbled with the button of her jeans. She was panting now, her breath hot on my neck. With a growl, I yanked down her zipper, my hand delving into her panties. She gasped as my fingers slid against her wet folds, her nails digging into my arms. I growled again, my mouth capturing hers once more.

I circled my thumb over her swollen clit, making her moan into my mouth. Fuck, she was perfect. Everything about her. I dipped a finger into her tight entrance, and she broke the kiss with a gasp.

"Orion..." she breathed.

Her eyes were wild, filled with the same desperate need I felt. And fates fuck me, I couldn't stop.

I leaned in to brush my lips against the shell of her ear, slowly easing my finger back. "Can you keep quiet?" I breathed, thoroughly enjoying the shiver that worked through her. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you scream for me."

I held her gaze as I slid another finger into her. Her breathing turned ragged, her fingernails scoring my back through my shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted to see her face as I pleasured her, as she came undone in my hands.

"Orion, I—" she began, her words dissolving into a strangled cry as I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

Fuck, I was already addicted to the sounds she made.

Without a word, I spun her around to face the cold, brick wall. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist as I gripped her hips tightly. I leaned in close, my breath hot on her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Every noise you make will have consequences, city girl."

I punctuated my warning with a sharp smack on her ass, and she let out a gasp. The sound was music to my ears, and I smirked as my fingers skated over the supple curve of her ass, dipping under the waistband of her jeans. Her eyes met mine over her shoulder, pupils blown wide with an impure hunger that matched my own.

She nodded, the movement almost imperceptible. "Yes," she whimpered.

The sight of her like that, needy and desperate for my touch, nearly drove me insane. My wolf wanted out, wanted to devour her. Claim her. Mate her.

I slid my hand down the front of her panties again, tracing her slit before I slipped two fingers into her. Her thighs clenched around my hand as she ground against me. "Stay quiet, remember?" I whispered, my free hand gripping her hip as I thrust my fingers into her slick core.

I spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a soft moan. The sting of pain only seemed to intensify her pleasure, her arousal coating my fingers. I watched her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as her walls clenched around me.

"Is this what you need, city girl?" I teased her mercilessly, thrusting my fingers in and out of her while continuing to spank her. "A hot fuck in an alley? You like knowing someone could come around the corner and see you fall apart on my cock?"

She panted, her breath ragged as she fought to stay quiet. "Yes," she whimpered, grinding against me. "Please, Orion."

The plea shot through me like lightning, lighting up every nerve ending with white-hot need. I could feel my own need rising, my wolf demanding control. I landed another smack, relishing the sting in my hand and the way she pushed against me.

She was close, I could tell. I quickened my pace, my fingers curling into that spot I knew would undo her.

"Oh, god!" she cried out, her eyes flying open.

Her breathing turned ragged, her muscles tensing around my fingers. I felt her climax rip through her, her pussy pulsing and clenching, her body quivering. I held her like that, my hand wrapped in her hair, my fingers buried inside her. I watched her face contort with pleasure, listened to her frantic breathing, smelled the intoxicating musk of her lust.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

When the last of the aftershocks had faded, I started to ease my fingers from her, but she quickly grabbed my wrist.

Panting, she turned her head. Thick lashes fluttered as she lifted wide eyes to mine. And grinned.

Fucking grinned.

"More."

I let my head fall back with a long, low groan. "Fucking fates, Brielle."

* * *

brIELLE

I stood trembling and gasping, held in place only by Orion at my back and his thick, glorious fingers buried inside me. A wicked thrill raced through me at the thought of someone walking around the corner and catching me getting my brains screwed out.

Another round of electric pleasure rippled through me at the image. Holy hell. What had gotten into me?

Then again, maybe this was always meant to be. Maybe I'd been primed for exhibitionism. For sex out of doors, with dangerously unpredictable shifters who did things to me no other man ever had.

Like get me off in public.

"Need you," I murmured, pressing my forehead against the cool brick.

Needed to forget... everything. Needed to lose myself in him.

A feral snarl ripped out of him. I heard the faint pop of a belt buckle, the rustling of a zipper. Then Orion was yanking my jeans down over my ass and pulling my panties to the side. The air felt freezing against my burning heat.

I closed my eyes as he stroked a palm over my bare skin, the anticipation and excitement twisting me in knots. He smacked me again, this time a little harder, and I moaned in response.

"You like that, city girl?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as his hand came down on me again. My eyes slid closed, bliss rolling through me at the press of his thick cock against my center. I sucked in a sharp breath as he nudged forward, a torturous tease that made me crazy.

"Ask for it, baby." Another smack and another delectable nudge. I rocked back, trying to force him in.

"You want my cock?" Smack. "Want me to fuck you until you can't remember your name?"

A frustrated whimper tore from me, my need for him near blinding. "Please," I begged. "Please fuck me."

He let out a low growl as he sank into me. Pleasure sparked deep within me as he stretched and filled me. I moaned as he buried himself to the hilt, loving the sensation of him inside me, around me. I savored every inch of him, every second of that first deep stroke.

"Fuck," he groaned, rocking against me. "So fucking good, Brielle. So tight."

His hand closed around a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back. I bit back a moan at the rush of pleasure-pain. My nipples strained against the lace of my bra, the fabric scraping sensitive flesh. He tightened his grip, thrusting deeper, and I shuddered at the hint of power beneath the primal urge to submit. To surrender to whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted.

"You're mine, Brielle," he whispered, his words like sinful silk as he fucked me. "You belong to me."

His hips snapped forward, driving into me harder, faster. My blood heated as the pressure built, winding tight, higher and higher. My fingers clawed at the rough brick, searching for purchase. The friction of him inside me was intoxicating. Addictive.

I moaned, my eyelids fluttering at the sensation of him filling me over and over again. My legs trembled, struggling to support me. He chuckled and wound his free arm around my waist, holding me in place.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," he said, his voice ragged as he slammed into me.

His fingers brushed against my aching clit, and I nearly sobbed with relief. A few rough strokes, and I was on the verge.

"Come for me, Brielle," he growled, his mouth at my ear. "Give me what's mine."

I shattered for him, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out as my world went white, the heat of him against me and in me the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

"Mine," he snarled, pounding into me as he chased his release. "Say it."

"Yours," I breathed, the word leaving my lips before I had a chance to question it.

Orion grabbed my hips, thrusts turning erratic, and I knew he was close. His hand landed on my ass again and again, the sharp bite of pain sending a shockwave through me. I rocked against him, riding every last wave of pleasure I could pull from his perfect cock.

With one final thrust, Orion buried himself to the hilt and shuddered with the force of his orgasm. His warm breath against my skin sent goosebumps racing across my flesh. We stayed locked together for a few heartbeats, neither one wanting to break the connection.

Finally, he eased out of me with a groan. I immediately missed the fullness. A cold breeze blew past, and I shivered. Reality was waiting just beyond the haze of lust, and I wasn't ready to confront the truths I'd learned.

Orion urged me around and helped me tug up my jeans before stuffing himself away. We leaned into each other, both of us shaky from the intensity. My mind still reeled, and I clung to his shirt like he was my lifeline.

My... mate.

He stroked a hand down my hair, his breath ghosting over my cheek as he spoke. "My house?"

"Absolutely yes."