Page 26 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

Feeling it against my own tongue had me shuddering at that memory as my core flooded with liquid desire.

Vartok made a noise of approval—or mayhap surrender—and wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling me to him. I rose upward on my toes but he swept me up, my feet leaving the ground as I gave myself fully to the kiss.

I trusted him to keep me safe, even if it was just for this moment.

The kiss was distractingly wonderful, aye, but even I noticed when his hands fell to my waist and he hoisted me. When my arse hit the top of the little half wall that connected two of the Hall’s supports, I shifted backward, glad to be able to reach him more securely.

Andoh Goddid I need to reach him!

Because my blood was pounding, my core was aching, and every inch of my skin was attuned to him, thrumming his name.Vartok Vartok Vartok, over and over, until my mind was consumed with the feel, the scent, ofhim.

No wonder he was so popular with the ladies.

He growled, deep in his chest, as he moved forward. My legs parted on their own, and suddenly he was between my thighs, pressing forward, pressingagainstme. I whimpered with need as the bulge in his kilt lined up perfectly with the warmth of my core.

Last night, naught had stood between our sight of each other.

Tonight, I cursed the many layers of my dress and the wool of his plaid for keeping him from my skin. But all the same, I couldn’t imagine it feeling any better than it did.

Because Vartok’s hands hadn’t remained still. As his lips worked their magic, he was touching, caressing me. And I discovered that nudity wasn’t necessary for pleasure. Wherever his fingertips caressed, my skin burned with need, even if that skin was covered by wool and linen.

See? He is the perfect tutor.

I was learning much already.

For the first time, he cupped my breasts, and I shuddered, realizing how much better it felt to have his large palms on me than just his gaze. And he remembered what I liked, pinching and tugging at my nipples through my bodice.

As his lips moved over my skin—my jaw, my throat, my cheeks—he murmured things to me.

“Ye did this, Myra. Ye showed me what ye like. Aye—like that,” he whispered as I moaned and arched into his hold, offering myself like a meal to a starved man.

“I couldnae have kenned what yer body craves, had ye no’ taught me. Och, lass, ye are so fooking perfect. Gods below, ye feel so right.”

I’ll admit that while I heard the words, I paid them little heed. All I knew was he was praising me and my body was responding to him.

It wasn’t until he murmured, “Aye,dkaar, use me. Fookinguse me,Myra, take yer pleasure from me, lass,” that I realized I was gyrating against him.

Nay, not againsthim. Against the long, thick hardness pressed against my mound. My core throbbed in need and each brush of his cock—hard as the metal he forged—against the bud of my pleasure shot me closer and closer to the edge.

And so I sat there on that half-wall, my legs spread like one of his conquests, and humped him, rocking back and forth against his hardness, gasping with each movement as he plucked my sensitive breasts and kissed my temple.

How could he make me this aroused, this close to climax, without caressing my bare skin? He hadn’t even touched my cunny—not with his hand. And yet, I was ready to explode just from the pressure he was providing.

“That’s the way,” he murmured, thrusting forward as his hand rose to my neck. “Let it go. Let yer body tell ye what ye need, Myra. Ye need this.”

I loved the way he understood exactly what I was feeling—understood what Ineeded, as he said. I needed him, my body needed him…

His fingertips pressed against the base of my throat, the power in those calluses undeniable. He was so much bigger, so much stronger than I was, and I was allowing him control. Overme.

I moaned, my fingers digging into his sides as I ground against him, and I felt his lips curl into a smile against my temple.

“Use me, pet,” he rasped, rocking his cock forward. “This is why I’m here for ye, and ye’re so good at it.”

With that, I felt his claws extend.

They were the same smooth coolness of his tusks, except they were pressed into the hollow of my throat, my most vulnerable spot. He was most definitely in control of my body, but the things he was saying to me?

“Come for me,dkaar,” he murmured as he dragged his claws gently down my throat.

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