Page 6 of Vexing the Grumpy Orc

I grabbed his wrist, grinding my hips against his thigh. “I don’t break easy.”

He made a sound like he wanted to test that theory. His mouth replaced his hand, hot and wet through thethin fabric. I clutched his shoulders as he sucked hard, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

“Fuck.” My nails dug into his skin. “Please. I need?—”

His growl vibrated through my chest as he yanked the cups down. The first touch of his tongue on my bare nipple had me crying out. He switched between gentle licks and sharp nips, driving me wild.

“What?” His free hand slid down my stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of my jeans. Teasing. Testing. “What do you need, witch? Tell me.”

The order in his tone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. I should have been embarrassed by how quickly I spread my legs. How eagerly I pressed into his touch. But the magic had burned away any pretense of shame.

“Touch me,” I demanded. “Make me come.”

A wicked smile curved his lips. He lowered me to the ground with surprising gentleness, cushioning my head with one massive hand. Then he was hovering over me, all rippling muscle and barely contained strength.

I lifted my hips in silent invitation, and he made quick work of the zipper. The cold air barely registered as he dragged my jeans down my thighs, leaving me exposed to his ravenous gaze.

The first brush of his fingers against my clit had me arching off the ground with a strangled cry. He circled the sensitive bud slowly. Too slowly.

“So wet.” His voice held an edge of wonder. “So fucking wet for me.”

I tried to snap something witty. Something about how it was the magic, not him. But then he slid one thick finger inside me, and all rational thought fled. I wanted this. Wanted him. I wanted to crash against that fury and raw masculinity, feel all that power drive deep home.

“Please.” I rocked against his palm, chasing more friction. “Harder.”

He added a second finger as his thumb continued working my clit. Pleasure built in waves, drowning out everything but the sensation of him filling me. Claiming me.

I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down on sweat-slick skin. He growled, fucking me deeper. His thumb pressed hard, just on the edge of painful, and I shattered around his fingers. He worked me through it, drawing out my release until I collapsed against the forest floor with a shuddering gasp.

When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I found him watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. Wonder, maybe. Mixed with something darker. Hungrier.

I reached for his belt, suddenly desperate to level the playing field. To make him fall apart the way I just had. I fumbled with the clasp, fingers still clumsy from orgasm. But I managed to shove his jeans down far enough to free his cock.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him. Long and thick. So fucking thick. The head already glistening with precum. Goddess, he’d be huge inside me. My core clenched at the thought, fresh heat flooding my pussy.

“See something you like?” But there was tension beneath the taunt. A flicker of uncertainty in those dark eyes.

I answered by wrapping my hand around him, relishing his groan of pleasure. His hips jerked into my touch, a growl rumbling from deep in his chest. I stroked him experimentally, testing how much pressure he liked. His head fell forward, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he rocked into my fist.

My thumb brushed a thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, and he shuddered. “Witch.”

Then I was shoving him onto his back, taking control. His hands settled on my hips as I positioned myself over him. The first press of his cock against my entrance had us both gasping. Fuck, he was huge. I worked him in slowly, giving my body time to adjust to the stretch.

“Gods.” His fingers dug into my skin. “You feel incredible.”

I leaned down, nipping at his lower lip. “I thought you hated witches.”

He bucked up, slamming deep. I cried out at the sudden fullness, nails digging into his chest. “Shut up and move.”

I snickered, the sound turning into a moan as he hit just the right spot. I braced my hands on his chest and rolled my hips, chasing that delicious fullness. Slowly at first, then faster as our bodies found a rhythm.

The magic roiled through us both, amplifying every touch. My thighs burned with the effort of maintaining the rhythm, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when each stroke drove the haze of need higher. Not when his eyes blazed with hunger as he watched me take my pleasure from his body.

His hands slid to my ass, urging me to move faster. To ride him harder. And oh goddess,hefelt incredible. Huge and hot and everywhere. My vision blurred as pleasure washed over me, drowning out everything but his touch and the ragged sounds that spilled from his lips.

He sat up, changing the angle. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other tangling in my hair to pull my head back. His mouth latched onto my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Come for me.” His voice shook with barely restrained need. “Want to feel a witch fall apart on my cock.”

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