Page 82 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

“Aye, Vartok,” I moaned, half-dazed with need. “Please…”

“Please what, pet?”

Had there been a time I didn’t like him calling me that? Now it drove me wild.

“Please let me come while I hump you like a bitch in heat.”

“Use me,” he rasped. “Use me like a good Mate.”

And with that, his mouth closed around my shoulder. I felt his teeth bite my skin, felt his tusks dig into my sensitive flesh—and I gasped as pleasure shot through me.

Immediately, my core began to spasm, my climax triggered by his bite and my need. It didn’t feel as good as it might, had his cock been inside me…but by all of his gods, it feltgood. As my inner muscles clenched, he pressed his fingertips into me, giving them something to hold onto, as his little finger played with my arsehole, making me feel even more wicked.

Bless me, but I loved this male and how he could make me feel.

It took a moment for me to begin to breathe again, to realize Vartok was kissing the spot where he’d bitten me, kissing and licking and murmuring words I didn’t completely understand.

Slowly, he lowered me, dragging my pulsing core along his hardness until my feet touched the ground. When had I lost my shoes? And why couldn’t my legs support me? I clutched at him, not wanting to leave him.

That had been quite nice, butnot enough.

My knees were weak and core aching after losing his hardness. I looked up at him, pleasure still coursing through my veins, but my blood thrumming oddly. Was this the Mating Heat?

Although Vartok’s eyes glowed fiercely, he shook his head.

“Mate, if I’m going to claim ye?—”

“Please?” I moaned.

“I need to ken ye like what I’m doing.”

But now ‘twas my turn to shake my head.

“We have a deal, Vartok. You tellmewhat to do, and I will tell you if I am uncomfortable.” Half-desperate now, I realized I was rubbing against him again. How could he maintain such discipline?

He stared down at me for a moment too long, then sighed and looked away.

“Just today I was thinking how glad I was no’ to have to make decisions that will affect the clan’s future.”

And suddenly, the truth slammed into me.

“Oh God,” I whispered, clutching at his forearms, willing him to look at me again. “Are you saying—all this time, I have forced you to take command in our tupping, but you did not like that responsibility?”

Dread pooled in my stomach, because I hadlovedthat aspect of our love-making. Still, I never wanted to do aught which would make the experience less than pleasant for?—

His slow grin stopped my desperate over-thinking, and he bent down to brush a kiss over my lips. Soft. Over too soon.

“Dkaar, I ken ye appreciate being forced to give up control. Ye need that in bed, aye?”

My gaze flicked across his face as my heart pounded in my chest. “I—I…”

“The truth.”

I swallowed. “I do like it, Vartok. I…Ineedit. But I do not wantyouto be uncomfortable?—”

His hand rose to the back of my head, cupping me, pulling me closer. “How couldaughtye do make me uncomfortable? I love ye, Myra, and I love the way ye give up control to me.”

“But you just said?—”

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