Page 62 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

He walks us into deeper water until I’m covered to my neck. It takes us nearer to a rock formation that rises out of the lake, the sides smooth and water worn.

Pulling me higher on his body, he dips his head and kisses me, his lips taking mine in light, teasing touches at odds with the firm bar of his cock pressing into my thigh.

Even with water all around, I can feel the slickness of his cream on my skin, heavier and more lubricating as he moves against me.

Desire flashes through me, making me ache for him. I moan into his mouth, pushing my breasts into the firmness of his chest.

“Goddess, I want you,” he husks. “I can’t wait to get back to shore.”

“No.” I drag my nipples back and forth. “No waiting.”

He takes another few steps, and my back hits slick stone. It’s cold, but Branikk’s so hot it doesn’t matter, and I’m far from chilled with his orc seed working on me.

Then I’m trapped between the hard rock and Branikk’s harder length.

He lifts my legs until they wrap around his waist. “Fuck, you don’t know how many times I’ve pictured this, your long legs around me as I pound into you.”

“No more imagining,” I say, as his cock pumps more orc seed over my stomach. He wants me to talk? Okay, I’ll talk. “More doing.”

He lifts me higher until I can grind on his length, the piercings tracing extra sensation over me. One hits my clit, and I gasp. Branikk’s hands tighten on my butt, holding me in that exact spot as I undulate my hips, rubbing harder and faster.

“That’s it, my bride,” he growls, his tusks nipping my ear in a shiver of sensation. “Use my cock as you will. Find your pleasure.”

I’ve never had a guy understand how much I like grinding, but Branikk does. He doesn’t try to change our position—he just stays right here with me in the moment.

My heels dig into his ass as I continue to ride him, my whole body straining forward. All of this is only possible because his hands and the water support my weight. I’m strong, but not strong enough to hold this position so that his piercing keeps hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“Come for me, my sweet Grace. I want to watch you break, hear you scream my name.” His tusks scrape my neck in a blaze of sensation. “Come all over my cock.”

His words go right to the secret heart of me. The part that’s tired of always needing to present such a strong face to the world.

I take his command into me.

And I come, tingling warmth rushing out from my clit as pleasure overwhelms me, and I scream his name.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Branikk

Hearing my bride yell my name in ecstasy is torture, but it’s torture I would endure for millennia for the privilege of touching her for only a few moments.

I lie. I want far more than to touch her.

I take her lips, sucking her whimpering cries into my mouth. It fascinates me the way she need only rub herself upon me to find her release. I love it. I love that she’s so responsive, her body made to find pleasure.

Now I will give her even more.

Her eyes flutter open, blinking up at me in the last of the day’s light. Orange has changed to dark pink in the sky overhead, heading for the purple of true night.

Another desire grips me, almost as insistent as my cock. “I want you to watch my face, to see what you do to me.”

She nods. It’s not enough.

“Say it.” I thread my fingers through her damp hair, tilting her chin up. My moon bound drops her gaze too much. It’s at odds with the strong woman I know her to be. She needs to get over this embarrassment, at least with me. “Say you’ll watch me and not look away as I take you.”

“I will,” she whispers. “I’ll watch.”

With a growl, I kiss her, nipping at her lips until she’s breathless and panting, her eyes glazed with need.

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