Page 34 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

By the time he released me, I was sitting on the stone ledge, my lower legs dangling in the water, and my arse surprisingly warm from the steam swirling around me.

Still, as he lowered himself back into the water, I glanced around, my arms wrapping around myself to cover my breasts as I glanced in all directions, wondering if I could reach my cloak from here.

“Vartok,” I hissed worriedly. “I am—anyone could see…”

“Aye,” he chuckled. “’Tis the point.”

With that, he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled them away from me to plant my palms on the rock beside me. I couldn’t help the way I continued to peer at the shadows, wondering if there could be anyone watching.

I had lived in Bloodfire Village long enough to know that orcs did not consider sex to be shameful. They celebrated their arousal with their Mates, and the unMated ones rutted whenever and wherever the opportunity presented, because pregnancy wasn’t a worry. Only Mated pairs could produce offspring, and that freedom allowed orcs to view sex as a lark instead of a commitment.

So, nay, no one would judge me if they saw what I was doing tonight.

But still, it felt strange to be on display this way. Uncovered. Revealed.

My whole life, I’d been reserved and careful and controlled. This? Tonight? Being with Vartok? I felt anything but.

I pressed my palms onto the rock, grounding myself, as his hands skimmed down my legs. His fingers curled around my ankles and he pulled my thighs apart, settling between them, his shoulders stretching me wide.

“What are you—” I began, but his mouth closed around my nipple and I gasped. The sensation—the combination of warm flesh and cold air—had me shuddering as my core flooded withneed. I would have pressed my thighs together, had I been able to.

His dark chuckle told me heknew.

Aye, his hands were caressing me, and the feeling was even better out of the water, as my skin prickled in the warm steam and the droplets of water made their way down my skin. I found myself moaning, wriggling against the stone, trying to rock forward, even as his touch kept me grounded.

Then his mouth moved down me, kissing the center of my chest between my breasts, then my stomach, then…

“Nay!” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers wrapping through his braids and beads as I realized what he was about to do.

Vartok paused, his mouth pressed against my curls, and I felt him tip his head back to look up at me.

“I’ll stop if ye are uncomfortable, Myra. Are ye?”

Was I? My fingers loosened.

“I just…I have not…Why would you…?” I knew I was stammering, but when he grinned, Ifeltit against my mound.

A gleam of teeth in the darkness.

“Because,dkaar, I’ve been dreaming of how sweet ye’ll taste for months now. Sucking yer dew from yer fingers wasnae good enough. I want to stroke ye with my tongue. I want to fook ye with my mouth. I want to lick yer climax from yer sweet cunny.”

Oh my God.

Months?

“Will ye allow it, Myra? Will ye fook my face?”

His description left me dazed. My hold loosened. In fact, I think I pushed him down a little bit.

“Aye,” I croaked out. “That sounds…”

Vartok’s chuckle was barely audible over the sound of the pool, but Ifelthis breath against my sensitive core. My skin still prickled from my earlier release, after all, and now…

When his tongue found me, I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out. No matter what he said, I didn’t want anyone to hear me.

Except...

Within minutes, I couldn’t have told you my own name, much less what I was nervous about. Vartok’s tongue wasthat good. Wide and ridged, it slid into my channel deep enough to make me wonder if he could hit that spot which had driven me over the edge before.

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