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Which makes me one very lucky bitch.

Because that is one seriously monster cock.

I pull my gaze away from it and look up to meet Brokk’s eyes, being daring for the first time in my life. “You’ll what?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Brokk

A growl rumbles through me. By the goddess, how am I supposed to resist my mate when she’s on her knees staring at my cock like she’s starving?

My erection hardens, springing upward, orc seed spilling from the end.

Her eyes go even wider, her mouth falling open. Goddess, those pink lips of hers are going to kill me! All I can think of is having them wrapped around my cock.

Lara leans forward and licks up the length, her tongue dancing over my piercings.

I groan. The hot feel of her mouth on me, watching her lick me—it’s everything I could ever want. And not nearly enough.

“Fuck, yes.” My hand buries in her hair, and I remember her reaction from earlier. “Just like that, my good girl.”

She blushes and squirms, her lips opening over the tip of my erection. The wet heat of her mouth rips another groan from me, and her cheeks hollow, the suction divine.

Lara swallows enough of my orc seed for its aphrodisiac to take effect. Her pupils dilate, her cheeks flush pink, and she gives a full-body wiggle that the skin-tight pink catsuit turns into something obscene. Fuck. I love that catsuit.

“Look at you, on your knees sucking my cock so prettily,” I growl. The thumb of my free hand brushes over the side of her mouth, feeling the skin stretched tight by my large size. Goddess, that’s erotic. My fingers tighten in her hair, holding her steady as my hips begin to rock.

One of her hands comes up and wraps around the base, helping to guide me into the velvet heat of her mouth. The other drifts down her body, rubbing between her thighs.

“That’s my good girl,” I say, loving the way the phrase makes her gasp around my cock. Human movies have beenveryinformative, especially the adult ones. “Touch yourself. Get that pretty little pussy nice and wet and ready for me.”

She sucks harder, head bobbing faster as her fingers continue to rub over her clit.

Pleasure builds with each second, my balls tightening. My orgasm flashes through me, lightning shivering down my spine to pour out of my cock in a jolt of hot sensation. I roar, my hips snapping forward.

Seed fills my mate’s mouth and splashes out the sides, coating her chin and dripping onto the deep V of exposed skin on her chest. Lara moans around my cock, giving one last suck before her mouth pops free and she gasps for breath.

“Why do I feel this way?” Her hand continues to rub at her sex.

“Orc seed contains an aphrodisiac to prepare our partners to take our knot.”

“Knots aren’t real, not for humans.”

I smirk and pull her to her feet. “Thank the goddess I’m not human, then.”

Her eyes narrow, that busy brain of hers working, fighting off the aphrodisiac as the wheels begin to turn. My mate’s hand drops from her pussy.

No. Enough of too much thinking.

My magic swirls from me, and vines snake from the tree overhead, latching onto her wrists, her thighs. When they hoist her up to hang in midair, others wrap around her feet.

“Brokk!” Her eyes go round as saucers, and she tugs at the vines, but it’s more experimentally than actually trying to get away. “What? How? I don’t understand.”

“It’s magic. My magic. I can speak to plants,” I growl. “Now, enough thinking. It’s time to quiet that busy brain of yours.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I’m going to make you focus on your body in the best way I know how.” I rub the orc seed splashed across her chest into her skin, and her pupils dilate. “Pleasure.”

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