Page 81 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

Anticipation made my breathing shallow.

My skin prickled, attuned tohim.

Why wasn’t he kissing me?

“Vartok?” I asked hesitantly.

“Once I kiss ye, I dinnae think I can stop.” His erection throbbed against my stomach. “Mate, if ye’re no’ ready for thisnow, tell me.”

Slowly, my smile bloomed and I nuzzled closer.

“Nan taught me the recipe for the special tea to prevent conception. I would like your kitlings, Vartok, but not until…”

“Until ye are ready,” he rasped, shifting so he could kiss me on my crown. “And ye’ve taken the tea?”

“I have, and I brought plenty with me for the coming days.”

“So…” He slowly straightened, his hands running down my back. “Are ye ready?—”

Instead of answering, I surged upward on my toes and pressed my lips to his. With a growl I felt in my own chest, Vartok wrapped his arms around me and lifted me so I could hold onto his neck. His hands cupped my arse as his tongue made love to mine, and I could feel my own arousal blooming.

When I tried to grip his hips with my legs, I cursed my skirts for getting in the way…but the movement pushed his cock against my core and I whimpered into his mouth at the burst of pleasure.

His lips moved to my jaw, then my temple, as I ground my hips against him. I wanted him. I wantedthis.

“Tell me,” Vartok rasped in my ear. “Tell me what ye want, Mate.”

I—me? I swallowed, even as I tipped my head back to allow him access to my throat and neck.

“I want ye.”

“No’ good enough.”

“I want…” I groaned, kicking at my skirts. “Please, Vartok.”

I felt his lips curl against my skin as he hefted me with one hand and used his other to yank my skirts up. I wrapped my legs around him, his cock nestling against my core. Hot and hard and oh-so-delicious.

How could I be this aroused just by his kiss? Thispressureright where I needed it?

And then his hands were against my bare skin. He’d pulled my skirts up high enough that when he held my arse, his fingers could dig into my cheeks, pulling them apart, probing…

“Oh Godyes,” I groaned, rocking against his cock as his fingertips brushed along my cleft. I could feel how wet I was already.

“Such a good lass,” he muttered, his tusk scraping along my throat. “Ye’re wet already, thinking of me fooking ye, aye?”

“Aye!” I gasped, my fingers tugging at his braids. “Please fook me.”

“Soon, my pet. My naughty human pet. Gods below, ye’re so wet.”

I thrust my arse back, trying to force him to touch me where I wanted it, but since that removed the pressure from my clitoris, I whimpered in confusion and thrust forward once more.

“That’s a good little plaything.” Vartok lifted me so his mouth could find the top of my breast as he rubbed meagainst himself. “Using my body like this. I’m so fooking hard, thinking about claiming ye, Myra.”

He used his hold on me to rub my hips against him in a circle once more, the sensation sending me soaring. He was using my body the same way I was using his, and the knowledge was so arousing I knew I was dripping over his fingers.

Lowering me slightly, Vartok’s mouth found my shoulder where my chemise had slipped.

“Ye’re going to come for me.” His command was a harsh whisper, his lips finding that sensitive spot at the base of my neck. “Ye’re a good little plaything, and ye’re going to come just from humping my cock like a bitch in heat, aye?”

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