Page 41 of The Orc and the Innkeeper

Thorak captures my mouth in a searing kiss as he slowly starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside me before surging forward again. I cry out into his mouth at the exquisite drag of his thick ridges against my fluttering walls. He sets a steady, deep rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt.

“Yes, Thorak, just like that,” I moan, my nails digging into his muscular back. “It’s so good.”

Thorak growls his approval, the primal sound vibrating through me. He picks up the pace, driving into me faster andharder as his control starts to slip. Each powerful thrust hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars, the ridges along his massive length stoking the fires of my pleasure higher and higher.

I wrap my legs around his large waist, tilting my hips to take him even deeper. The new angle allows his cock to hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

“Mariah,” Thorak groans, his deep voice strained with pleasure. “I’ve wanted this for so long...”

His words inflame me even more, knowing he’s fantasized about this moment for years, wanting me even as I hated him. Thorak buries his face in my neck, his tusks scraping deliciously against it as he pounds into me, the titillating sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

I’m lost to the intense sensations, my entire being focused on the exquisite drag of Thorak’s ridged cock inside me. Each thrust sends me hurtling closer to the edge, the coil of tension low in my belly winding tighter and tighter.

Thorak’s thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck as he chases his own release.

“Mariah, I’m close,” he grits out, his muscles tensing above me. “But all I care about is you. Let me make you come first.”

His deep, rumbling words are my undoing. With a sharp cry, I come apart, my inner walls clamping down on his thick shaft as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me.

Thorak growls, the sound primal and possessive, as my climax triggers his own. He buries himself to the hilt and stills, his massive cock throbbing and pulsing inside me as he finds his release.

We cling to each other as the aftershocks slowly subside, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing labored. Thorak rolls us onto our sides, cradling me against his broad chest. Hebrushes my damp hair back from my face and places a tender kiss on my forehead.

“That was...incredible,” I murmur, still boneless and in awe of Thorak’s ridges. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Thorak smiles, his eyes soft with affection. “Neither have I, Mariah. That was more amazing than I’d ever dreamed it could be.”

We lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, our limbs tangled together. Thorak’s large hands caress my back soothingly as my racing heart gradually slows.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says, staring down at me with an almost self-conscious look.

I tilt my head up to look at him. There’s only one thing on my mind.

“Again.”

20

THORAK

When I wake in the early morning hours, Mariah’s warm, supple body is nestled against my chest, her chestnut hair fanned out across the pillow. She stirs slightly, murmuring my name. A surge of affection and possessiveness washes over me.

Last night was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. The moment our lips met, all the pent-up desire and longing combusted into an inferno.

I close my eyes, savoring the vivid flashes of memory—the silky caress of her skin against my hands, the heated look in her eyes as she stroked the ridges of my cock, the blissful union of our bodies as I claimed her, again and again, until we collapsed in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs.

The air in her quarters still hangs heavy with the heady musk of our lovemaking.

I know I should slip away, get to the brewery early to get the day’s operations started. But my entire body rebels at the thought of leaving Mariah’s embrace.

We orcs mate for life, but I’ve never understood the true depth of that bond. With Ygra, I couldn’t get myself to a place where I ever wanted to make that commitment, to tie myself to her side for eternity.

But after last night, my world has been turned on its head. I would do anything to get Mariah to accept me as her mate.

With a soft groan, I force myself to disentangle from Mariah’s sleeping form. She makes a small noise of protest that nearly crumbles my resolve, but I know I have responsibilities to tend to, no matter how much it kills me to leave her side. I only hope Mariah will understand my absence when she wakes.

I dress as quietly as I can, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest and the way the sunlight dances across her flawless skin. It takes every inch of my resolve to not crawl back into the bed and wake her up with my tongue.

Reluctantly, I slip out of Mariah’s quarters, down the hall and into the inn’s lobby. It’s empty and quiet in these early morning hours, the opposite of last night’s performance.

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