Page 44 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

Vartok stopped me, however, when his hand clenched in my hair.

“Nay,” he growled, sounding angry. “I dinnae want to come yet.”

This surprised me, and I lifted my head enough to peer at him in confusion.

His eyes were glowing.

The spark of green I’d seen a few times had turned into a full glow, and his gaze captivated me. As I watched, his wide, ridged tongue dragged over his jaw, collecting my spend into his mouth, and he preened, as if ‘twas the most magnificent thing he’d eaten. I was torn between pride and humiliation.

“Why—” I began, but he cut me off when he pulled on my hair, lifting me off him.

“Because I want ye to experienceeverything, Myra,” he growled, rolling me to my side and pulling me flush against him.

“I want to fook ye.”

My response was immediate. “Aye.”

His expression eased a bit, and I wondered if he’d been worried I would deny him.

“Such a good lass,” he murmured, smoothing my hair down, his green gaze flicking over my face. “Ye ken what will happen when my cock is in ye?”

“I will reach immediate climax.” We’d had this discussion.

“And ye want that?”

Oh God, did I want that.

“Aye,” I breathed, my eyes wide in anticipation. One of my legs inched over his, trying to pull him toward me.

“Ye want my cock in yer cunny, innocentwee plaything?”

I shuddered, the name a delightfully humiliating reminder that Iwanted this.

“Aye,” I croaked. “I want your cock in my cunny. Please, Vartok.”

His grin turned wolfish.

“Then ye’ll have it.”

Vartok rolled me onto my back, his large frame looming over me. Once, I might have thought this would scare me, this lack of control, but he’d taught me the sweet freedom of it.

His glowing gaze held me captive as he slipped his fingers between my thighs, stroking my slick folds. Still so sensitive, I gasped at the invasion, my hips jerking upward, eager for more. He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

“Ye're so wet,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to make ye come again, pet, make ye scream my name.”

With that promise, he lowered his head, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he slowly slid a third finger inside me. I moaned into his mouth, my body tensing, then relaxing, so ready for what I had wanted for weeks.

Then, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me squirming in disappointment. He rolled between my legs, his weight resting on one strong arm, his dark cock poised at my core. I could feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his ridges against my sensitive flesh.

“I’m going to fook ye now, Myra. Ye ken what to say?”

I could tell him if I wanted him to stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

So I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to pull him into my eager core.

Chuckling, he nodded. “That’s my good pet,” he murmured, and exhaled as he pushed into me.

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