Page 20 of Charming the Orc's Mate

His thumb found my clit, adding just enough pressure to send lightning bolts of pleasure crackling through my veins. Everything narrowed on him, on Torain—his fingers working their magic, his breath hot against my ear, his body surrounding me.

“Let go, sugar.” His voice rasped in my ear. “Show me how much you enjoy your mate’s touch.”

And I shattered.

He crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing my cry. The kiss was messy and desperate, all clashing teeth and battling tongues. I poured every ounce of need and confusion and longing into it, and he matched me stroke for stroke.

In a dizzying move, he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping as he pressed me against the shelves. Books dug into my back, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not whenthe hot length of him was nestled against my center, separated only by the thin fabric of my panties and his jeans. Even through layers of clothing, the size of him was intimidating.

And arousing as hell.

I fumbled with his belt, desperate to get my hands on him. I’d never wanted anyone like this, never needed to feel someone inside me with such urgency.

Torain shifted me in his arms, one massive hand sliding down to help free his cock. The thick length sprang free, impossibly huge and gorgeously hard against my inner thigh. A whimper escaped my throat at the size of him.

His fingers teased along the edge of my panties. “Will you keep quiet, sugar?”

I glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the empty aisle. A handful of customers chatted downstairs. Molly rang up a purchase at the register. Anyone could wander upstairs. Find us. See me spread open and desperate for him.

The thought only made me wetter.

I nodded. “I’ll be good.”

“Oh, you’re definitely not.” He smirked as he worked the scrap of silk and lace to the side. The blunt head of his cock slid along my soaked entrance. “My filthy mate can’t even wait for a bed to have me fill her.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but then he kissed me again, stealing every coherent thought. His thick cock stretched me as he pressed inside, the delicious burn making my breath catch. Pleasure sparked through me as he filled me inch by agonizing inch. My hands fisted in his shirt, clinging for balance as he lifted me higher against the shelves.

“Carissa,” Torain growled low in his throat. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Something melted inside me at the way he said my name—not ‘sugar’ or ‘little Carrie’. Just Carissa, spoken like aprayer. Even now, buried deep inside me, he remembered what mattered. Showed up for me in the smallest ways that meant everything.

A shudder wracked my body. I’d never realized how lonely I was until that moment, holding onto Torain for dear life, his cock stretching me to my limits. There’d been dates. Hookups. Nothing serious.

I’d never belonged to anyone like this. Never felt truly seen or known. Certainly never had someone look at me like Torain did—with possessiveness and pride. And something deeper, almost tender, shining in his eyes.

He made me want to believe in fate.

He started to move, drawing himself out slowly before surging back into me. My head fell back, hitting the shelf as pleasure coursed through my body. I struggled to stay silent, biting my lip to stifle any cries as he fucked me.

“That’s right, sugar.” Torain’s voice was ragged. “Take it. Take all of me.”

“Someone could hear,” I whispered, even as my hips rolled to meet his thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you?” He nuzzled my neck, his tusks grazing sensitive skin. “The risk of getting caught. Makes your pussy squeeze me so tight.”

I whimpered, unable to deny it. The shelves creaked with each thrust, books threatening to tumble down around us.

“Unbutton your blouse.” He nipped my earlobe. “Take out those tits for me to taste.”

Heat crawled across my cheeks. But instead of arguing, my fingers obeyed, undoing each pearl button with shaking hands. Torain’s fingered tightened on my hips, watching hungrily as my breasts spilled free from the cups of my bra.

His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and teasing until I was near-delirious with need. I clutched at his head, tanglingmy fingers in his long hair, keeping him pressed against me. His tusks framed my breast perfectly, adding just the slightest bite of danger to the pleasure.

“Fuck, sugar. You’re even sweeter than I imagined.” He lifted his head, eyes dark with hunger. “I’m going to have you everywhere in this store. Bend you over every surface. Make you come so many times you forget about Seattle.”

My heart clenched. There was nothing for me in Silvermist Falls beyond bankruptcy and threats. Seattle was safe. Seattle was home.

“Stay, Carissa.” My full name again. Another prayer whispered in my ears. “Stay, and I’ll lay you out on that fancy wine bar. Taste every inch of you before sliding inside.”

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