Page 36 of Vexing the Grumpy Orc

I slid my hands higher under her dress, discovering the lacy edge of her underwear. Her eyes darkened as my fingers dipped beneath the fabric. She was alreadywet, her body responding to my touch with an eagerness that matched my own. I circled her clit with my thumb, drawing a gasp from her lips.

“Like that?” I murmured, watching her face for every reaction.

“Yes,” she breathed, rocking against my hand. “Just like that.”

I slid one finger inside her, then another, feeling her body clench around me. Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her throat. I leaned forward to taste her skin, savoring the salt-sweet flavor as I worked my fingers deeper.

“Fuck, Galan,” she moaned, grinding down on my hand. “That feels so good.”

Her pleasure fed mine, her responses teaching me what she liked, what made her moan. The way she bit her lip when I curled my fingers just so. The flush that spread across her chest when I pressed my thumb against her clit.

“There!” Her whole body tensed, thighs trembling around mine. “Right there.”

I kept the pressure steady, my thumb circling her clit as my fingers stroked inside her. Her pussy clenched around me, growing wetter with each thrust.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” I growled against her throat. “Then I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Her answer was a breathless, frantic nod as she rodemy hand, chasing her pleasure. I watched her face, memorizing every expression, every sound. This was mine now. She was mine. My mate. My witch.

Hannah’s movements grew more desperate, her breath coming in short gasps. “I’m close,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “So close.”

I pressed deeper, harder, driving her toward the edge. Her release washed over her in a wave, her body clenching around my fingers as she cried out. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks subsided.

When she came back to herself, her eyes found mine, dark with desire. She reached between us, tugging at my sweatpants. “I need you inside me.”

I lifted my hips, helping her push the fabric down just enough to free my cock. She wrapped her hand around me, stroking firmly from base to tip.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my head falling back against the pillows. “Hannah?—”

I leaned up to capture her lips, my fingers fumbling with the zipper at her back as I poured everything I couldn’t yet express into the kiss. All the wonder at finding her, all the fear of losing her, all the gratitude for her strength when mine had faltered. The mate bond hummed between us, no longer just an instinct but something we were choosing, together.

She rose up on her knees, yanking the dress over her head and positioning herself above me. The head of my cock nudged against her entrance, teasing us both.

“Still claiming this isn’t a spell?” I grinned against her mouth as she began to sink down onto me.

HANNAH

“Still pretending you don’t want me?” I replied, biting Galan’s lower lip.

A rumble escaped his throat as his large hands settled on my waist, his fingers spanning almost my entire ribcage. The contrast between us—his green skin against my pale flesh, his massive strength holding me with surprising gentleness—sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

He guided me down onto his thick length, his eyes never leaving mine. I held my panties to the side as I took him inch by glorious inch, a delicious burn that had me moaning low in my throat. The stretch was exquisite—my body remembering him from our first explosive encounter in the woods, then a second taste in his cabin.

This somehow felt entirely new. Deliberate. Chosen.

“Witch.” The word left his mouth like a prayer. “Perfect little witch.”

His lips found mine again, hungry and demanding. I melted into the kiss, savoring the feel of his tusks grazing my lips. His hands skimmed frantically up mysides, around to my bra, fumbling once, twice, until I reached around and unclasped it for him.

Galan immediately dropped his hands, fingers hooking into the sides of my panties. With one sharp tug, he tore them clean off my body. I gasped into his mouth, earning a satisfied grunt in return.

One big hand found the back of my neck, angling my mouth for a deeper kiss as he rolled his hips to meet mine. With each stroke, I fell further, until he finally bottomed out. Until everything faded until all that remained was heat and want and his cock stretching me deliciously wide.

We froze, eyes locking, breaths mingling. Emotion welled up in my throat—so strong, so new.

Mate. Mine. His.

Whatever spell he claimed I’d cast, it worked both ways. Power hummed between us, crackling along my nerves. Our hearts beat as one, his pulse hammering in sync with mine. The world tilted, colors shifting to brighter hues, sounds resolving to crystal clarity.

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