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She mutters, “Thank god.” Then her mouth is on me, her tongue dancing over the head, licking up the orc seed until she moans, the heat of it taking her.

Pleasure hot and sharp shoots through me. The sight of her wide mouth swallowing my cock makes me groan, and it jerks in her hands.

Her body shifts restlessly in the air, needing touch, and she repositions herself over one of my legs, keeping her back arched until the wet heat of her core bathes my knee.

Her mouth releases my erection with a pop. “Oh, god!” She rubs on my knee, her eyes fluttering shut. Then she licks her way up my length, her tongue teasing my piercings, her lips tugging at each until I grunt with every jolt of sensation.

When she finally surrounds my head again, the hot wetness of her mouth is amazing.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” I dig my hand into her hair. “You look so pretty like that, your wide mouth swallowing my cock.”

She grinds down on my knee, her whole body shaking.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

She moans around me, the vibration only adding to the delicious sensation.

“You like that?” My hips shift. “You want me to fuck your sweet mouth?”

Her hands tighten around the base, and her nod makes the head of my erection brush against the top of her mouth in a jolt of sensation.

Then I’m lost, my hands tangling in her hair, holding her head in place as my hips rise and fall, thrusting into her mouth.

But she’s not still. No, my bride takes her pleasure from my knee, grinding down on me until she trembles, shaking through her orgasm.

With a growl, I tug her head up, come roaring out of me in a fountain of pleasure to splash all over her face and chest.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Grace

Branikk lifts me, gently bringing me up to lie across him in a boneless sprawl. He strokes my face, gathering the excess fluid and rubbing it into my shoulder.

The sweet taste of him fills my mouth, rich and creamy, and I hum in contentment.

“I’d been dreaming of that,” he says, his voice a deep rumble with my ear pressed to his chest. His fingers glide over my lips, still tingling from being stretched around him. “Of your mouth on me.”

“Me too,” I say. I never let myself go like that with any guy before. But something about Branikk makes it easy to let him see this wilder side. I guess once you’ve had tentacleseverywhere, there isn’t much point in becoming shy.

And the way he takes control helps me to let go of everything else and justfeel. I never realized how much I needed that.

I’d also wanted to do something special for him. I still can’t believe the way he made me a picnic of venison steaks and home fries. Sure, he cooked on the trail. It’s not like I know how to do all this survival stuff. Give me a microwave, and I’m your girl. Real cooking, not so much. But last night had felt different, more purposeful. Like a real date… or what passed for one in Faerie. Especially with the way he fed me raspberries and finger combed my hair. Then he pushed me back onto the blanket and went down on me again, licking me to a slow, delicious orgasm before carrying me all the way back to this den and holding me all night.

It was the most romantic thing that ever happened to me in my whole life. I don’t know how to say all of that, so I settle for, “Thank you for last night.”

“It was nothing.” His arm tightens around me. “I can’t wait to take you home to my village, where there’s bread and ale and all kinds of food, including all the human things Olivia conjures.”

“Mmm. Sounds lovely.”

“It is. We have village pizza nights once a week now.” He laughs. “Everyone likes pizza, even Sturrm, the biggest grump of all.”

“I guess I should find something the villagers will want me to conjure, too.”

“That moving picture thing you showed me was fascinating. Too bad it can’t be bigger. Not many people can watch when it’s so small, but I guess we could share.”

“Oh, it can be bigger.” I laugh, imagining fae of all kinds having their first movie and pizza night.

“And just wait until you see our cottage.” He runs a hand down my back. “It’s lovely, but if there’s anything you want changed, you have only to let me know.”

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