A Little Broken [Three Trinities Haven Church]

[Oriena]

He pulled and her fingers wrapped his wrist, but only to keep her balance. She wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t fight it, because even Nox would have felt the bite of retaliation for such a stunt. But then their’s was a violent need; they fought and fucked, but ultimately Oriena’s control was the overpowering force; the promise she made time and again, so Nox could let himself go. It was never made in words. Just in deed. He couldn't hurt her. Even when she let him fulfil the horde’s darker desires on her. And it wasn’t like the carnality didn’t work both ways.

Without warning Ori’s back braced against a wall, and suddenly the pelting rain was just noise around them. It was scant relief, and she shivered in her freezing skin, but maybe not from the cold. Sasha’s hold on her felt almost sensual, strong but not suffocating, and it made her ache. He tasted like the rain. He tasted like heat. For a moment she thought he might push her over the edge with that alone; a tightening grip and those three low words. Her breathing had gone from angry to deep, and she was aware of each one he allowed her. It wasn’t quite submission she gave him. He didn’t earn that from her, whatever she teased. The lust of it hazed her eyes, locked on the darkness in his, but there was a heated spark that promised she did not know what she’d do if he let her go. Not to enact punishment. This wasn’t the stirrings of a violent reaction. It was hunger, though.

Pinned like that she couldn’t chase his lips the way she wanted, and she wasn’t sure if it was the moment or the man she actually desired, but she knew she felt it intensely. “Show. me,” she said in response, breathy, half in command, and half a purring beg.