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)
What these assholes had done to him was a huge mindfuck. He hoped Jo’s plan was coming together because even he didn’t know how much more of this place he could take.
Dinner arrived—large chunks of beef and lamb smothered in garlic-buttered mushrooms and wild rice. The food was rich, and he was ravenous, but he ate mechanically.
His mind was on Zorion.
As the sky grew darker, Valor marveled at his vision as he watched the chirping birds and even spiders that’d found a home in his elevated refuge.
Then he heard it—the faintest whisper.
“Valor.”
Valor stormed barefoot through his living room and foyer, then slammed his door behind him.
Before he could knock on Zorion’s brand-new door, he opened it, standing there in a pair of loose athletic shorts and no shirt.
“Did you hear me?” Zorion asked with his head cocked slightly.
Valor could only nod, his mouth dry as he stared at Zorion’s toned chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen.
Zorion’s eyes widened a fraction of a second before his gaze lowered to Valor’s waist.
His cock took instant notice of the heat in Zorion’s leer, of his skin that looked warm and sun-kissed as if he spent his days sunbathing when he wasn’t training or taking tests.
They slammed into each other.
The embrace was air-restricting, the overwhelming feelings somewhat confusing.
Zorion’s breath was soft and velvety against his neck. His heart beat strong and steady with his.
He smelled so good, as if his body wash was made from the clean breath of the forest and infused with honeysuckle.
Valor had been restless the entire day, and he’d been furious as he watched the challenging simulations they’d put Zorion through helplessly from the corner.
But now, his soul was at peace.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“I’ll always come when you call,” Valor murmured.
He traced Zorion’s rough jawline, lingering near the pulse point on his throat.
“I wonder how long I’ve known you,” Valor whispered. “If there’s always been so much fire in your eyes…and were they always such a beautiful shade of green?”
Zorion sighed. “We must’ve known each other for years. Otherwise, why would this feel so good if we weren’t close?”
Valor squeezed him tighter. “Let’s not question it…not right now.”
He took Zorion’s hand and led him to the terrace…not the bedroom. Valor laid Zorion down on the lush grass and settled close beside him. As if on instinct, Zorion laid his head on his chest.
They were silent for a long time, allowing the chirping of nocturnal insects to serenade them.
Crickets and fireflies scurried close to them. The stars burned brightly, and the moon shone down on them like an appreciative witness to their bonding.
“What did they bring you for dinner tonight?”
Zorion hummed. “Fish…again. And fish this morning.”
“You like fish, huh?”
“I suppose so. Everything I do and eat, I wonder if I’ve always liked it. I even wonder what I may have been allergic to. Who knows how much they’ve altered inside us.”
Valor nuzzled Zorion’s forehead, rubbing his bristled cheek along his temple. He did it until Zorion exhaled and relaxed deeper into his side.
It felt so good to comfort him. Valor’s eyelashes fluttered and his eyes almost rolled back in his head.
“You suddenly smell good,” Zorion whispered. “Stronger.”
Valor smirked. “So do you.”
“What do I smell like?”
There was a hint of desire in Zorion’s smooth voice.
“You smell like freedom, like the outdoors.”
Valor liked how Zorion shifted closer.
After a long pause, Zorion asked, “What’s taking Jo so long?”
“This place has tighter security than the damn White House. It’s gonna take a little time to break us both out of here because I’m not leaving without you.”
“Where will we go?”
“You will go where I lead. Yes?”
Zorion didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Zorion ran his hands down Valor’s torso, sparking a surge of erotic energy to his groin.
A soft purr moved in his chest like satisfaction made into sound.
Zorion shifted until his pelvis pressed against Valor’s thigh. His cock was hard, his hand heavy on his hip, and his breath hot on his cheek.
Valor stretched his neck to the side for more. Zorion’s touch didn’t just bring intense pleasure. It was more the electrifying emotions he felt at Zorion’s desire to please him.
“Valor,” Zorion moaned.
He rolled them until he was on top of Zorion, smothering him with all his weight and pressing him into the thick grass.
The scent of wildflowers and damp soil filled his nostrils as Zorion wrapped his strong legs around his waist.
“Why do you feel so fuckin’ good?” Zorion writhed until their hardened cocks aligned.
“Shit.” Valor gripped Zorion’s hips, taking over his movements, making him grind into him harder.
Zorion stared up at him as if trying to conjure a memory of the two of them.
He kept one hand on Zorion’s hip and used the other to clutch the back of his neck. His hold was possessive, but he didn’t want to completely dominate Zorion.