It's been three hours since Maya showed up. The doctor came and stitched them up in the living room, giving them both lidocaine shots and pain meds. The boys had mostly came and went, only a couple sticking around until a little bit ago. The others went to deal with whatever situation happened today. Meanwhile I just watched everything, not being able leave until I knew they were both 100% going to be fine. The doctor gave them the okay and pretty much everyone cleared out, leaving them to rest.

I made my way to the counter where my keys sat. I wet a paper towel, wiping the blood off them. It was only then I really noticed just how much blood was all over me. "You look hot covered in my blood." I heard Orions voice and looked up to see him leaning against the counter by me. I stifled a laugh. I looked up at him and he gave me a soft smile. He looked a lot better after just a few hours. "I haven't scared you away." He said matter-of-factly. I laughed. "I weighed my options of running or helping to save your ass, I guess I was feeling generous." He smiled. He came closer to me until he was standing in front of me, inches away. I just starred into his eyes. He knew I cared for him, wether I wanted to or not it had happened. "Thank you." He said gently, reaching for my waist. I let him, knowing no one else was around since Carter stalked off to a guest room to 'sleep it off'.

I glanced down to the bandage on his stomach. "What did she say?" I asked, observing the light bruising around it. "It looked a lot worse than it was. Abdomen wounds bleed a lot but he didn't hit any arteries, organs or anything. Like I said, it's just a flesh wound. A few weeks and ill be as good as new. And Carters situation is the same. We're both okay." I nodded. I had heard that from a lot of people the last few hours but it was nice to hear it from him. "Do you need anything?" I asked, looking up to him again. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I was feeling the urge to take care of him. "Will you stay with me tonight?" He asked gently, his fingers gripping my waist a little tighter. I rolled my eyes. "Not like that. Just for company. If you're here I dont have to worry about if you're okay or not." Looking into his green eyes I couldn't help but swoon over him. I'd only ever heard stories of his cold, violent nature but from the moment I've met him I've never seen it. "I'm fine." I tried to assure him, but I wasn't even sure if that was true. He sighed, pulling me closer. "It's one thing to hear about what we do and accept that shit happens sometimes. But its another to experience it first hand. Just for tonight." I thought about it for a minute before nodding.

"Good, the boys are getting your car cleaned anyways, it got a bit messy." I rolled my eyes with a laugh. "Can I use your shower?" I asked and he hummed. "I like this look though. Granted id prefer if my blood wasn't from a stab wound but nonetheless, it stirs something primal in me." I decided to play along. "And what would you prefer the blood was from?" He smirked, his eyes darkened. "I think that's for a later discussion, my love. Once I no longer have stitches that can rip." I hummed. I couldn't help but picture him on top of me, trailing a blade down my body, cutting off whatever clothes I had on. I really do read too many books. "Careful now love, I can see those gears turning." I bit my lip, looking away from him. "I could be thinking of literally anything." He chuckled, holding me closer, if that was even possible. "You get a certain look on your face when your fantasizing. And you need to stop because if I rip these stitches I think Farren will kill me before I get a chance to bleed out." I smiled. "Best behavior." I grinned, winking as I looked back up at him. "Oh god, this is going to be hell for me." He mumbled.

I watched the blood run off my body and down the drain. After a few seconds I turned and grabbed his body wash. He gave me a wash cloth before I got in so I lathered it up and made sure every drop of blood was off of me and I felt clean. I used his shampoo and conditioner quickly before getting out. I starred at myself in his large mirror, completely naked. I won't lie and say I'm in love with myself because I'm not. I've always thought I'm a little under average in most categories. Someone people don't usually take a second look at. I couldn't help the feeling creeping into my mind when I thought of Orion. Why would he want me? He's absolutely gorgeous and I'm, well, mediocre. I sighed, deciding to shake the thoughts away as I grabbed the towel.

I opened the bathroom door and saw Orion sitting on the bed, watching tv. "I put your clothes in the washer, my love. I got these for you." He stood, bringing me a pair of green boxer briefs and a big black shirt. I nodded, grabbing them from him. He grabbed my waist, stopping me. "What's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. I shrugged. "Nothing, I'm okay." I forced a smile and his gaze hardened. "Don't lie to me, Lilith." I sighed, looking away from him. "I don't know why you're chasing after me of all people." He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his again. His eyes roamed all over my face, taking in my features. "If you're implying you're not worth it, you're wrong." He said carefully. "The truth is, I don't know. I don't know why since the moment I laid eyes on you I can't get you out of my head. You're special, Lilith, even if you don't see it, everyone else does. Hell, you could have me, my brother and the whole club if you wanted, not that I'm happy about that fact." I swallowed, simply nodding and he leaned down, kissing my forehead softly. "Get changed, angel. I'm going to order us some food, okay?" I nodded, walking back into the bathroom.

Orion and I sat in his bed, watching tv. He kept glancing at me and I tried my best to ignore it. I've always been quite an open, honest person but I've never really talked about my feelings with anyone other than Spence and Maya. And they're grandfathered in so it doesn't count. I heard the doorbell ring and moved to get off the bed. "Stay." He commanded like I'm a dog, getting up. I rolled my eyes. "Orion you were just fucking stabbed, the least I can do is get the food." He didn't care to hear it, walking out of the room, waving me off. I sighed, sinking back into the pillows. 'What a douchebag' I thought to myself.

We ate pretty much in silence, watching the movie that was on tv. I hate to say that it was a comfortable silence. When we were both done I got off the bed, grabbing the containers. "I can do it." Orion said, trying to grab them from me. "Stop doing that. I'm being nice, fucking accept it." I growled, walking out of the room. I threw our trash away and washed off the forks, putting them on his dish washer. I headed back upstairs and he was now laying in bed with his shirt off. I stood awkwardly and he laughed, looking at me. "What's your problem?" He asked and my cheeks burned. "I just- I don't know." I mumbled, walking over to the other side of the bed. I slid under the covers and glanced over at him. He groaned. "I don't like you so far away." He reached over, hooking his arm across my waist and pulled me closer to him. He hummed in satisfaction, leaving his hand resting on my hip. "The little freckles on your face are so cute." He said softly, looking down at me. I scrunched my nose, making a face. "You really can't take a compliment." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "I don't want compliments, they make me uncomfortable." He hummed in response, letting it go. He reached over, turning the lights off before pulling me closer. Our bodies molded together and his warmth radiated off him. When I adjusted myself he let out a groan and I froze. I could feel him stiffen against my ass. He cursed under his breath, his fingertips digging into my hip. "Oops." I mumbled and he let out a deep breath.

I felt his hand move from my hip, inwards. His large hand pressed into me over his briefs, running up and down over my clit through the fabric. "Orion." A moan slipped from my lips and I felt his breath hit my neck. "You said best behavior, love, I said nothing of the sort." He spoke against my ear, sending a chill down my spine. His hand moved up and slipped down the front of the underwear, gliding down my stomach and mound till he reached my clit. He rubbed in circles, making me grip onto his arm. "I love that you're wet for me, it makes me so fucking hard." He said huskily, kissing my neck. I tilted my chin upward and moaned, giving him more access to my neck. His fingers rubbed my opening, no doubt coated in my wetness. He hummed in satisfaction, removing his hand. I watched as he put his fingers in his mouth, his head leaning back and his eyes fluttering closed, savoring the taste. When his eyes opened he looked down at me his lips curved up on a devilish grin.

He moved from beside me to over me, moving down my body. Panic set in a little as I was flustered at the thought of what he wanted to do. "You're gonna hurt yourself, stop." I propped myself up on my elbows and he settled at the end of the bed, between my thighs. "No I'm not." He looked up at me playfully. "Orion I've never-" I stopped as his eyes met mine. His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped. He moved so he was hovering over me, looking down into my eyes. "You've never had your pussy ate?" He questioned lowly and my body immediately burned at his words as I closed my eyes. God I was mortified. "Lily, look at me, love." He said gently. I opened my eyes to look at him. He had a look of realization on his face. I wanted to speak, to say something, anything but the words were caught in my throat.

"When I touched you the other night, was that the first time you've ever been touched by anyone?" He asked in disbelief. I covered my face out of embarrassment. I tried to roll from under him, to avoid whatever this conversation had become but he trapped me there, leaning more of his body weight on me. He managed to lean his weight to one arm and his hand grabbed mine away from my face and pinned it next to my head with his. His eyes searched mine for a minute. "Tell me." He demanded. I sighed, squirming under his intense gaze. "Yes, it was." I finally managed to say. "Fuck." He grumbled, leaning back so he was straddling my thighs, looking down at me. "I-I'm sorry, I-" he cut me off almost immediately. "Why are you apologizing?" "I told you that I'm not what you want, I can't-" he cut me off with a laugh.

"You're kidding me, right angel?" He let out a breath, his hands rubbing my exposed thighs. "You thought I wouldn't want you if I knew you were a virgin?" I didn't have a response other than to look away from him. And he didn't seem to like that. He leaned forward again, pinning my arms next to my head. "I couldn't care less if you don't have any experience. I'd be lying though if I said me being the only man who's ever had the pleasure of touching you and tasting you didn't please me to no end." I looked back up at him. "I told you, you're mine. I can't wait to make you my little slut, moaning and cumming only for me, no one else. And if anyone else ever lays a fucking hand on you not even god can save them." His gaze burned into me and his eyes were darker than I've ever seen. The possessiveness made my thighs clench.

"Now that that's out of the way, I'm going to make you cum harder than you've ever thought possible and I'm going to enjoy tasting every fucking drop of you, my love." His lips met mine, kissing me softly, making emotions stir inside me. There's no going back now.