Page 57 of Romancing the Orc

“Brokk!” she gasps, her hands stroking over my shoulders. “Oh, god!”

“Come for me, my sweet Lara.” Electricity zips down my spine. I grunt and thrust. “Come all around my knot like a good girl.”

She shatters on my cock, her muscles milking me in a flash of ecstasy.

My hips snap forward, and I roar out my orgasm, the pleasure going on and on as my knot swells, gripped tight in the intoxicating heat of her pussy.

“Oh!” Her eyes widen as she clenches around me and moans. “Oh, god, that feels so good.”

“It’s not too much?” Aftershocks of pleasure course through me.

“It’s wonderful.” She squeezes again and sucks in a sharp inhale. Then her eyes fall to my chest. “You’re hurt! I thought you said it was just your arm!”

I rub my fingers over the darkened skin, feeling no injury, wonder filling me with awe. “It’s not a wound—it’s a mate mark!” I push her ponytail away from where it’s wrapped around her chest. “You have one, too.”

Two pointed marks, about two inches from each other.

“What are they?”

“They’re orc tusks. They’re the ancient mate marks of my people.”

“What do they mean?”

“We were truly fated.” My fingers kiss the skin of her mark. “Ours is a special mating.”

She smiles up at me. “I could have told you that.”

I grin back, slide a hand under her ass, and roll us until I’m on my back with her lying on top of me.

Her inner muscles clench as she wiggles on my knot with a little moan. “Is it going to continue to feel good?”

“Yes.” I smirk, bucking my hips so that my knot moves inside her, tugging at her entrance. “For hours and hours.”

At her delighted expression, I laugh and arch my back to take her mouth with mine.

She strains into the kiss hungrily, her fingers tangling in my hair as she clings to me. Goddess, I’ll never get enough of this woman!

I wake her the next morning, licking between her thighs until she comes all over my face with a delighted little scream.

Then I carry her into the shower, where she drops to her knees and sucks my cock like a good girl until I come all over her face as well.

Afterward, she pulls on a huge pink T-shirt that hangs to mid thigh. It slips off one of her shoulders in the most alluring way that makes me want to mark her smooth skin with my tusks.

It would look much like the mate marks that already cover her heart and mine. The mate bond sings between us, tethering our hearts. I’ve never felt so complete. I am made whole by her and her love.

She finds me a pair of large, stretchy gym shorts to wear while she throws my pants in the wash.

Then we scour the kitchen for breakfast. Original wooden cabinets fill it, stained a warm honey brown that’s reminiscent of the heart tree cottages of home.

“I’m famished,” I say. The refrigerator is empty of anything perishable, but I find bacon in the freezer. While it thaws in the microwave, I turn on the broiler and ready a pan.

“I feel like I should be helping.” Lara flutters around me.

I smirk at her. “I think we’ve already established who should do the cooking in this relationship.”

She laughs and makes hot tea when I admit I prefer it over coffee.

While the bacon broils, I prepare oatmeal, adding frozen blueberries to it.

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