Page 39 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

“Fuck me like it could actually happen.” It wasn’t a question, or some sweet ask. It was a demand that I emphasized by sliding my fingers through some of the cum dripping from my chin and lifting myself so I could play against my hole with it.

My body went tense from the touch… because as much as I wanted it—and fuck, Ireallywanted him—I was still pretty sure there was no way I was going to be able to take him without dying.

And… I was pretty sure it would be worth it. They could write it on my tombstone…

Kai Cross

Died riding the biggest dick of them all.

Proof that apparently no one is straight in the face of orc cock.

I’d take it.

“Do you think your little body can handle that, Kai?” Nash asked, but he was already shifting around to grab a bottle of some clear liquid that I hadn’t noticed beside the bed. He dribbled some onto his fingers so I could see the shine of it in the dim light of the tent. “Do you think you could take me filling you up?”

No, I didn’t think I could at all, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, because I really, really wanted to try. More than I’d wanted anything. No… I didn’t just want it.

“I need it,” I murmured, and realized how true it was. Maybe it was that whole fated-mates thing he kept talking about… because it was getting harder and harder to deny that being around Nash and not being able to touch him was pretty much torture.

I needed him more than I needed air, more than I needed food or water. I was pretty sure if he didn’t fuck me tonight, I might die.

“Kai…” He drew my name out slowly, like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind, one last chance to get out of this with my body intact.

Fuck that, though.

“Fuck, Nash, do you need me to beg? Fine.Please. I need it.” I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly along his lower lip. “I need you.”

I gave him credit for trying to be good, because it was obvious he had… but trying only got you so far when you’d been sleeping in the same room as someone for days on end, feeling their body so close to yours…

Feeling how right everything would be if you just let yourself touch one another.

No more running.

No more denying.

Just… this.

Just us.

He slid his fingers along my spine, trailing oil down to the swell of my ass and teasing against my crack. It was strange, but everywhere it touched my skin, I felt the softest tingle.

“What is that?” The question came out on a gasp when he dipped his hand further and his digits tapped against my hole. My body tensed at the sensation, and he leaned forward, sucking against my neck until I shuddered and pressing wet kisses against my stubble.

“It’s a special oil made so small bodies like yours can handle sex with bodies like mine.”

“I’m not small, I’m—”

He rocked his cock against my ass, and just the feel of his fat head pressing against me was enough to make the words cut off in my throat. He didn’t even say anything, he just arched his brow and looked at me like he was daring me to finish my sentence.

What an asshole.

I pressed my lips together, but that didn’t last for long, because he took that opportunity to slide his finger around the rim of my ass again. The slow, teasing circle drew my breath from my lungs in a punched-out sound that I fed into the curve of his neck. He wasn’t even inside me, and I was already trying to picture exactly how good it would feel to ride him the way I had that damn dildo.

This really was all that stupid thing’s fault.

When I opened my mouth to tell him that, he cut me off with the tip of his finger dipping inside me, just enough to let me feel the tingle that was slowly spreading along my skin catching fire beneath it, tickling my nerve endings and promising me that this was going to be good.

That this was going to be better than anything I’d ever felt before.

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