Page 8 of One Night with Her Mountain Orc

“Yes, what?” Cool air tickles my skin as fingers once again leave my body. I can’t believe he is going to make me say the words out loud.

“I want this, with you. There, that better?”

“Much better, August.” He yanks down my top, his mouth hot on my breast as he sucks, his tongue licking my nipple, teasing. My brain scrambles as I moan and arch my back to him. Fingers claw and dig into his skin.

He growls, then blows over the top of my nipple. An involuntary groan escapes me. I pull down the other half of my top to expose my other breast. Bjorn just laughs at me. His deep rumbling is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. It vibrates through me.

He does the unthinkable. He stands up. “Wait! Don’t leave!”

“I’ll be right back.” Squirming, I cover myself with the blanket and wait with a stupid pout on my face. When he steps back into the nest and sits down next to me, my center tightens and twists with an intensity that has me breathing hard.

Chapter 5

Bjorn

Am I the luckiest orcalive? Or am I being punished for all my stupid life choices? It’s really a toss-up. Deep breath.

But August is more than a sweet piece of ass to fuck. Her scent has entered the deepest part of my soul. Her smile has etched itself into my heart. There’s no walking away from this, from her. I can’t fuck this up.

“Bjorn,” she whispers. I want to wipe away the worry wrinkle between her eyes. Hold her and worship every inch of her.

“August, I just...I’m just no good for you.” I breathe out hard, half-imagining fire as I expel my lungs. What the fuck am I doing? Wiping my hands down my face, I know I should walk away.Just walk away Bjorn.

But then August sits up, her breasts barely contained under her tank top. Her round face peers at me in the moonlight, looking not just beautiful, but worried and ashamed. I never want to be the source of her feeling shamed.

“Look. I just moved back here, to my hometown, to turn over a new leaf. Amatureleaf. There’s no denying there’s something between us, but me ravishing you right now, on our first night, is something the old me would do. And I don’t want to fuck this up before we’ve had a chance to see where we could end up.”

“Oh Bjorn, I get that. I’m still trying to figure out my own path. But you’ve got some sort of orc magic. My skin tingles when you touch me. Your rumbling voice penetrates my soul. I can’t imagine leaving here, leaving you. Maybe it’s rescuer syndrome.” She laughs awkwardly, like if she makes fun of her emotions, it will mean less.

“Don’t downplay how you feel. It’s an insult.”

“I’m sorry. I’m serious—I want this. I want you. Please, Bjorn.”

Oh, gods. Thepleaseon her lips is sweet nectar. What if walking away from her right now is fucking it up? Dammit.

Another deep breath. I unscrew the lid to the jar I brought over. “This is what we’re going to do. We are only going to do what you are comfortable with. I have lube here for you. It’s a—it’s made with our size difference in mind. Magic sometimes has its uses. I want to pleasure you. And whatever doesn’t feel good, or makes you uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?”

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