Page 72 of The Orc's Bonded Bride

She nodded, moving toward him. “It has everything we need. Walls to keep out the cold, a hearth for warmth…” Her gaze drifted toward the far corner where his bed stood, piled with furs. A teasing smile curved her lips. “And a bed.”

The heat in her eyes sent a jolt through him. His Beast stirred, responsive to her nearness, to the scent of her desire that perfumed the air between them.

“Lyric,” he breathed, her name a prayer on his lips.

She took his hand, her fingers small but sure against his calloused palm. Without a word, she led him toward the bed. His heart hammered against his ribs, equal parts disbelief and longing, as she slowly removed his vest, kissing his scarred chest as she went. He still found it hard to believe that she didn’t shrink or pull away, that her face remained warm and loving.

She reached his waist, trailing her fingers along the waistband of his leathers and leaving a trail of fire behind. Her hand slid down to cup his straining erection and his hips bucked helplessly into her hand. She gave a breathless laugh and fumbled at his laces, her fingers clumsy in her haste. He growled, equally impatient, and sliced them open with a claw, shuddering with relief as his erection sprang free. Her small fingers circled the thick length before she pushed him back onto the bed.

“What are you… Oh, fuck.” He lost the ability to speak as she took the tip of his cock into her hot little mouth. His thighs trembled and his hips arched off the bed. One hand clutched desperately at the furs, the other tangled in the silky strands of her hair.

Her mouth was warm, wet, and so soft. He bit back a groan as she sucked him deeper, her tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside. His cock throbbed and pulsed, leaking a steady stream of precum that she lapped at eagerly. She pulled back with a soft pop, her eyes glazed with lust.

“You taste so good,” she murmured, licking the broad head. “I love how big you are, how you fill my mouth.”

“Gods,” he hissed, his head falling back against the bed. “Lyric…”

She lowered her head, taking him into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. His hips jerked involuntarily and she choked, pulling away. He reached for her immediately, stroking her cheek, but she pushed him back down.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him, her hand pumping up and down his length. “Just need to practice a little more.”

He barked a laugh. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

“That’s the idea,” she said, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

She swallowed him down again, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm that made his vision blur. He fought to keep his hips still, to not thrust deeper into the wet heaven of her mouth, but it was nearly impossible. His muscles strained and his body thrummed with the need for release.

Her nails scraped gently over his heavy sack, and that was enough to push him over the edge. His cock surged, thickening and swelling before exploding. He roared her name, his hips arching helplessly as he emptied himself into her mouth. She moaned, swallowing every drop, her tongue working him until he lay limp and dazed. Only then did she release his cock and crawl up his body.

She kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his seed. The knowledge that she had swallowed him only added to his arousal. His cock, which had never softened, throbbed with need. He could scent her desire, thick and sweet, and his Beast demanded that he claim her, mark her, fill her with his seed.

“I want you, Egon,” she murmured against his mouth. “All of you. Now.”

He moved with inhuman speed, flipping them over until she was pressed beneath him. He tugged off her leggings, desperate to feel her naked body against his. She lifted her hips to help him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Please,” she whispered, her eyes wide and dark. “I need you.”

He was too far gone to deny her, to deny himself. He settled between her legs, his cock nudging against her entrance. She gasped, tilting her hips up to welcome him, her fingers digging into his back. He pressed forward, groaning as her slick heat enveloped him, inch by torturous inch.

“So tight,” he ground out, his jaw clenched. “So perfect.”

He rocked his hips, pushing deeper, until their bodies were flush and he was buried inside her. They clung to each other, lost in the sensation. When he began to move, it was with a single-minded focus, chasing their mutual pleasure. Her soft sighs andcries urged him on, drowning out the doubts that had plagued him for so long.

“More,” she pleaded, her legs wrapping around his waist. “I want to feel all of you.”

He growled, his hips snapping forward, driving into her again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her body arching into his. He could feel her clenching around him, her inner walls rippling with the beginnings of her orgasm.

“Come for me, Lyric,” he commanded, his voice raw. “Let me feel you.”

She shattered, her back bowing as she cried out his name. He watched her, awestruck, as pleasure claimed her. She was beautiful in her abandon, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body gripped him like a fist, milking his cock, and he knew he couldn’t hold back. His balls tightened and he drove into her once more before his own release hit. His cock pulsed and throbbed, filling her with rope after rope of hot seed as his knot expanded, locking them together.

He collapsed, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. Her hands stroked his back, soothing him even as her body continued to ripple with aftershocks. They lay tangled together, breathing ragged, hearts pounding. Each touch, each whispered endearment, had transformed the cottage around them. The walls that had merely sheltered him now embraced them both. The bed that had known only his solitary rest now cradled their entwined forms.

When they lay together afterward, her head pillowed on his chest, he stared up at the ceiling beams he’d placed with his own hands. The cottage had always been his, but now, with Lyric’sscent mingling with his, with her warmth pressed against him, it was finally home.

CHAPTER 28

Lyric woke to the gentle rise and fall of Egon’s chest beneath her cheek. Morning light filtered through the shutters, painting golden stripes across the furs covering them. She kept her eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his body against hers, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. How strange that she’d found such peace here, among people she’d only just met.

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