Page 49 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

A bulge tents the front of his pants, and I remember what I saw at that creek. How huge he is.

Howpierced.

I half sit up, and he rises with me, letting me shove his shirt up and off. God, he’s so massive. He’s not only a foot taller than me—which is novel enough all by itself—he’s also so muscular that I feel dainty and kind of pretty. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I love it. I love that he makes me feel this way.

Also, that it feels like he can overpower me, overwhelm me. I shiver, imagining him behind me, surrounding me.

Taking me hard.

No one’s ever been strong enough to give me that experience. The last guy I dated was two inches shorter and twenty pounds lighter. He was nice, but he wasn’tthis, the instinctive pull I feel toward Branikk.

My hands rove over his chest, tracing the lines of hard muscle. His skin is smooth and hot, the green suiting him. He is Wild Fae, a force of nature. I lean forward and lick, and his taste is salt and male andhim, something uniquely Branikk.

“Grace,” he growls, his hands fisting in my hair. Then he pulls me to him, his tusks nipping at my lips, demanding entrance.

I open, longing to give him anything. Everything.

He invades my mouth with a hunger such as I’ve never known. It’s heady that he wants me so much, and his kiss leaves me breathless.

When we break apart, I cup his length with my hand, pressing the heel to the ridge of his head I can feel through the leather of his clothes.

He growls, the deep sound vibrating through me. Then his hands tear at the fastening of his pants, wrenching them open.His cock leaps, hot and hard, into my hands. My fingers close around him, bumping over the balls of the piercings. He’s already leaking fluid that coats my palms with slickness.

Fire flashes through me, setting every nerve in my body tingling. I pant, “Oh, god. What is this?”

“Orc seed has aphrodisiac properties.” He smirks. “All the better to prepare you for my great size.”

My thighs clench, imagining this monster cock inside me. Ineedit.

A shiver of magic tingles in the air, and the large sphere mounted right over his cock moves. It stretches outward, breaking into several tentacles that all reach out to stroke over my hand.

My mouth drops open, shock rippling through me. It’s as if someone looked into the deepest, kinkiest part of me, the part I don’t even admit to myself, and pulled my favorite fantasy out into the light.

Branikk’s rich chuckle rolls over me. “Would you look at that? It seems in this, as in all things, you are superb, my bride.”

“What?” My eyes snap up to his. “I didn’t do that!” But my protest sounds weak, even to my own ears, my eyes drifting back down to watch the tentacles.

“The stud senses what you most want and becomes it. And what you most want is this.” He waves at his monster cock with tentacles snaking from the base.

Branikk shoves out of his pants so that he’s fully naked. As good as he looked at that creek, he’s even more glorious up close, and with his stud…

My eyes drift down, heat flushing my cheeks.

Branikk pulls me to him, crushing me to his chest so that my nipples ache with delicious pressure. He whispers into my mouth, not quite kissing me, his lips teasing, “Tell me what youwant. Tell me the position you fantasize about when you touch yourself.”

I gasp and start to shake my head. No one’s ever cared much about my desires, my fantasies. The couple of guys I’ve been with acted like they were doing me some kind of favor to have any kind of sex with me, and it was always what they wanted instead.

But Branikk won’t accept my silence. He nips at my lips with his tusks and growls. “I already know you want this, and it fucking delights me.” He brings my hand to the tentacles and won’t let me pull it away. Another nip, sharper this time, his voice vibrating with command. “Now tell me what you want.”

I push through the last of my embarrassment. “I want you up behind me, just like you’re behind me when we’re riding.”

His dark eyes search my face, his gaze so intent I feel stripped bare. He sees me, sees that there’s more. “And? Tell me the rest.”

“I want it hard,” I whisper. “I want to be overwhelmed by you. Over…” I swallow and force out. “Overpowered. Not violence. Just… strength. I—I’m not saying it well.” I shake my head, dropping my gaze.

Not that it helps my embarrassment much, becausetentacles.

“Oh, my sweet Grace.” His finger lifts my chin until I look at him, his voice gentle. “You never have to be embarrassed by your desires. I will give you all that you ask, always.”

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