Page 29 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

Fuck, I wanted him too. It didn’t make sense, but maybe it didn’t have to. I was in some weird magic world. With some weird magic collar… and fuckingorcs.

And I’d wanted Nash since the second I saw him. I could always explain it away later, but for now…

For now, I didn’t want to think at all. I just wanted to feel.

I pulled back from the kiss with a low groan, using the weightlessness of the water to wrap my legs around his waist. It lined our cocks up again, gave me purchase to writhe, to rock my hips against his frame.

Fuck, it felt good.

He felt good.

And then his arms around me were holding too tight for me to move.

“Wha—”

“I told you, I would have all of you.” He pressed his mouth to mine again, licking into me so I could taste the faintest hint of salt—my precum—painting his tongue. He leaned back just enough to growl against my lips. “All of you.”

Before I realized what was happening, he’d lifted me—apparently Nash didn’t need the weightlessness of anything to hold me, because he carried me bridal style out of the lake and laid me on the grassy shore. The chill of the night air felt good against my burning skin, against the way I was pretty sure the orc above me was using some kind of magic to light little fires all along my nerve endings.

The problem was, the fires were targeted—they’d burned away my free will, my self-defense, mytotally straightthought processes. It was all ashes around my feet, cooling against the damp ground.

I looked at him through wet lashes and felt almost helpless as he crawled up my body, his broad frame easily making space for itself.

I half expected him to just do it then and there, to fuck me—shit, he’d probably break me in half, wouldn’t he? He still had his pants on, but it was pretty obvious from the wet outline of his hard cock that he was even bigger than that damn toy I’d bounced on.

“I—”

Nash stopped short of covering my body with his, instead skating his hands up along the back of my calves until he drew a little sound out of my chest when he pressed a kiss to my damp skin. I was pretty sure I couldn’t say it was a sound of protest anymore, especially when I spread my legs to give him better access as he trailed his mouth from my knee along my inner thigh.

Nothing had ever felt like this—it was aweird as fuck timeto realize that fucking had been just like everything else. A thing I did because it was a thing you did.

It had never been…

This.

Andthiswas apparently me letting out a shout that everyone back at the camp could probably hear, when Nash suddenly shoved my knees up hard enough to knock the breath from me and laved his tongue along my exposed hole.

“Oh shit, Nash. Wait, I—”

His fingers bit into my thighs and he pressed his mouth harder against me—and apparentlywaitmeant “I’m going to put my fingers in your hair and pull you against me like a fucking whore” because that’s exactly what I did.

I’d had my cock sucked enough times to know that felt good, but I’d never had anyone eat my ass like they were having their last meal. Nash licked into me like he could find the center of me somewhere and force the word mate across that place so I couldn’t deny it. He worked his tongue against my hole until I was seeing stars, and the warmth of his mouth and slickness of his saliva had my cheeks drenched, had my thighs trembling.

It actually took me a bit to realize I was babbling nonsense.

“Fuck… I’ve never felt anything like… mmm… I… oh… mmfh. Nash.” I moaned his name, and I knew I sounded like a complete slut doing it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The only thing I cared about was digging my fingers tighter into the warmth of his hair and wriggling my body down so I could rock my hips against the feel of his tongue as he stiffened the muscle and played against my entrance.

Another loud cry tore from my throat when he brought one hand up and wrapped it around my cock. The pressure of warm, calloused fingers wrapping around my length and stroking me in slow, sure movements was enough to make me dizzy.

It was enough that I knew I was going to completely lose my shit if I wasn’t careful.

And I…

Damn it, if I was going to do this, if I was actually going to let this happen.

“Nash, wait… wait, wait.” I tugged at his hair, and when he pulled back and I caught sight of his saliva slicked lips in the moonlight, I nearly forgot what I was going to ask him.

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