Page 48 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

I free her other breast, scoring the upper slope with my tusks in a love mark right over her heart. A feral possessiveness fills me to see my mark on her skin, and I lick and suck and work at her.

She writhes, her hands tugging at my hair, demanding more. My bride is as hungry as I am.

My fingers trace the straps until I find the clasp at the back and toss the pink bit of bother aside. Her human pants part with the pop of a button, and I draw them slowly down her long legs, kissing her soft skin as I go.

“Branikk!” she gasps when I brush the inside of one knee with my tusks.

Continuing on, I grin, vowing to return to that exact spot. Her pants finally slide free of her feet, and I look up the long, glorious length of her legs. “I’ve been dreaming of your legs. I’m going to enjoy having these wrapped tightly around me when my cock’s buried inside of you.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widen, pupils dilating.

My moon bound likes when I talk to her like this. Thank the goddess, I’ve been blessed with a smooth tongue.

“You are glorious.” I pick up one leg and run my tusks up the side of her calf until I reach that place she likes on the back of her knee. “Spread out on my furs, ready for me. Are you wet, my Grace? Do you drip for me?”

Her mouth falls open on a moan. I take that as answer enough.

I kiss her other leg, working my way up the smooth satin of her inner thigh, letting out a groan of my own. “I can smell you, the sweet scent of your arousal. It’s better than any perfume, any flower.”

Another light-pink garment hugs her sex. I bury my nose in the thin strip of fabric running between her legs and breathe deep. Then I lick at the cloth, already damp with her need,wetting it even more. I find the swollen nub waiting at the top of her sex and suck harder.

“Branikk! Oh, god!”

“I think you do drip for me.” I tease a finger along the side of the fabric. “Shall I check?”

She bites her lip and nods, her wide eyes taking in my every movement.

My cock jumps, demanding attention, and I grind my hips forward against the soft moss of the ground, unable to be still.

But I am the patient hunter, luring my prey. I will show my bride all the delight she can expect from my bed.

So she will never want to leave it.

My finger dips under the edge of the fabric, meeting her slick wetness. “Yes,” I hiss. “So wet. So ready for me.” I drag the cloth aside, unable to wait to remove it from her. I must taste her now. She’s beautiful here, swollen a deep berry pink, fragrant with arousal. I lick and lick again, taking this truest taste of her into me with a groan.

Over and over, I plunge my tongue into her sweet depths, lapping at her until her hips lift to meet me each time. Tugging the fabric out of my way, I slide my other thumb through her wetness to drag it over her swollen nub.

“Oh, god! Oh, Branikk!”

Yes. I am a god, a god of pleasure made only for her.

My moon bound bride. My everything.

I thrust deep, swirling my tongue until her entire body tenses. Another brush of my thumb, and she screams, her walls fluttering around me in a wild dance of delight. I lap again and again, drinking it all down, wanting all her pleasure.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Grace

Oh, god. I flop back onto the furs, completely spent. I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one day. In fact, I’m not sure I ever have before. A laugh bubbles up, spilling from my lips. Rumor always says gorgeous guys are horrible at sex because they don’t need to make any effort to be good, but thank god Branikk didn’t get the memo.

“You are amused?” He smirks up at me from between my thighs, proud of his performance, and what a performance it was. No one’s ever been enthusiastic about going down on me before. It’s hella great.

“Happy,” I say. “I’m happy.”

“Then let me attempt to make you ecstatic.” He crawls slowly up my body, his long hair tickling across my skin.

“You’re still clothed.” I grab at his shirt. “Shit! I haven’t done anything for you yet.”

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