Page 46 of Plucked By the Orc

“Why don’t you let me initiate our mischief this evening,” Iris told him as soon as they were safely within the confines of his bedroom.

Despite the disarray of his emotions, Duncan roused at once. He sat on the chair nearest his bed, studying her with a leg on hisknee. “Just tell me this has nothing to do with that dagger you showed me.”

She blushed but met his gaze. “None such, your grace.”

“That’s a relief.” He reached toward her, but she steadied his hand.

“You said that there are many ways we might take pleasure in one another. I should like to disrobe for you fully. I want to see how long you can resist touching me when I do so.”

His manhood hardened, and he feared he would not be able to speak at all nor fight off the temptation to gather her in his arms right now. “And where did you get this fancy?”

Iris smiled mysteriously, amber eyes glinting. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I feel you are holding back on me, kitten. I wish to see you in the full throes of lust.”

“Very well then,” he said hoarsely, leaning back in his chair.

Her feet were already bare. Duncan stared at them for a moment, delicate as her small hands. And then she started slowly to disrobe, slipping one sleeve from her dressing robe down her shoulder, the curve of her breasts peeping tantalizingly from under the silk. Duncan let out a throaty groan. The need to see all of her, the teasing manner in which she displayed her tender skin, was almost more than he could bear.

But he would hold back as she requested. He was completely and utterly under her control.

Which didn’t mean he couldn’t take part in the game.

“Turn around,” he said. “I wish to see your lovely backside as well as your front.”

Smiling serenely, she did so. The gown slipped further down over the shape of her bum and long legs. When she turned to face him once more, she was naked to the curve of her waist.

He could stand it no longer. He had to touch her. He had to possess her.

“Come here.”

When she seated herself in his lap, leaning in for a deep kiss, her tongue eagerly seeking his, he lifted her gown away from her privates.

"Take it all," she whispered, pulling briefly away from the kiss. Her breath was warm and sweet. "I want you to see all of me."

He tore at the thin cotton shift, pulling it down to her ankles. For a moment, he paused, in awe of her. His body responded desperately to her naked skin pressed against his legs and his chest.

“I must have you, Iris,” he told her, struggling to get the words out. “Do you relinquish control?”

“I want you to take me. I am yours.”

Iris ran her tongue along his throat, the warmth making the low growl even more desperate than before. He clutched at her loose hair and then pulled it back before kissing her deeply, tasting her very essence and feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath his touch.

“It wouldn’t do,” he whispered in her ear. “If I remain fully clothed while you are stark naked before me.”

She started to unbutton his shirt and soon had her hands on his chest, testing his muscles. She ran the pad of her thumb over his sensitive nipples. His cock was stiff, and she ran her fingers down his body to feel that as well and then back to his tingling horns. He clasped her hands between his and moved them up for her to stroke the horns.

He spied them both in the long looking glass opposite his bed. The discrepancy between his half-naked and ungainly form next to her divine figure fascinated him. He lifted her gently and placed her before the mirror, her bum against his cock. He ran his hand over her breasts and then her quim while she moaned and threw her head back. He traced the lines of her throat and then moved his fingers down her side until they lay over her bottom.

Her scent, her form, her very being stirred a sensation he had never known before. Not with Lady Margaret nor any of the Orcan women he’d paired with during visits to the Hidden Realm.

He spun her around, and without a word passing between them, she helped him out of the loose trousers and undergarments. His hot skin pressed against hers. Duncan gathered Iris in his arms again and carried her to his bed, tossing her on the heavy eiderdown quilt as she pulled him closer.

When Duncan lifted her, she felt light as air. He licked her, starting with the back of her ear, lingering to nibble on the tender lobe, and then along her slender throat and collarbone and the sides of her breasts, working his way down the length of her to her toes.

His hand trailed down to her quim, testing the moisture tentatively with one finger and stroking the hardened nub above it. Iris thought she would scream. She pulled him closer to her, fingers clutching his firm back. His stiff cock pressed against her inner thigh, and with her gown still covering her privates, she rubbed against it, desperate to fit her body into his.

But he did not enter her, even as his cock grew harder. Instead, he moved down slowly, his head lowered down between her legs. A spark of pleasure shot down her spine as his tongue contacted the inner folds of her quim, circling the nub gently, and then exploring deeper and deeper, while the need for his body to overwhelm hers was building and roaring within her.

“You belong to me for this night,” he told her, his face above her and the only thing that mattered in this world. “Tell me.”

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