Page 83 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

His lips twitched up on one side. “I dinnae like being in command of the entire clan, making decisions which result in life or death.” Slowly, his grin turned wicked as his claws lightly scraped my scalp. “Ilikekenning that if I take control in bed, ye’re going to enjoy it more.”

I would, but… “You are certain, Vartok?” I whispered, looking for clues. “You do not mind…?”

“Mind? I love our dynamic, Mate. Would ye like me to prove it to ye?”

“Please,” I breathed, eyes wide with hope.

But to my surprise, he released me, stepped back and planted his fists on his hips.

“Then undress me, my innocent little human plaything.”

The command sent a thrill through me and I jumped to do his bidding.

My heart raced as I approached him slowly, savoring the moments before I touched him. My fingers trembled as I reached for his belt, my mouth already watering in anticipation for what I knew lay beneath the plaid. With a deft tug, I let his kilt fall away from his powerful thighs. I watched him, gauging his reaction, and the glint in his eyes told me he was enjoying this.

I took a moment to admire the powerful muscles of his torso, the way they flexed beneath his skin, before I reached for his cock. ‘Twas thick and hard, jutting invitingly toward me. I wanted to stroke him, totastehim.

But he grabbed my wrist, and my gaze snapped to his.

"Good, pet," he rumbled, his voice thick with desire. “But it’s time for ye to undress now. I want to see all of ye, bare and ready for my cock.”

Those crude words caused my core to spasm, and I knew I was wet again for him.

“Yes, Vartok,” I gasped, my fingers fumbling with the laces of my bodice. My gown was easy to pull over my head and I let it drop to the ground then gasped at his low growl of approval.

“Show me yer body, pet,” he commanded, his voice like gravel. “Strip for me. Show me every inch of yer pretty flesh.”

The urgency in his tone fueled my eagerness. I reached for my chemise, my fingers clenching the linen as I drew it from my shoulders, baring my skin to his gaze. I could see the hunger in his eyes as I revealed my curves, and every inch of my skin seemed alight with anticipation.

“Fook me, ye’re exquisite!” he murmured, looking as if he could devour me whole. “Tonight I’m claiming ye, Myra. Forever.”

I took a step toward him, desperate to kiss him. But he stopped me, his large hand gripping the back of my head, his fingers twisting in my curls and holding me at arm’s length.

“No’ yet,” he growled, staring down at me. “Ye’ve had enough of my mouth on ye. What else do ye want?”

“Your cock, Mate,” I breathed in hopeful anticipation.

‘Twas the right answer, judging from the sudden gleam in his eyes.

Gently, Vartok guided me toward the bed. With a single motion, he released me and sprawled on the quilt, his body a magnificent display of strength.

“Climb on top, pet. I want to feel ye on me before I take what I’ve been yearning for.”

Eagerly, I crawled onto the mattress, sliding my legs over his thighs, straddling him. I reached for his cock—finally!—stroking it as I guided it toward my cunny.

“This?” I hummed teasingly, lifting my weight to my knees so I could slide my wetness over his ballocks and coat the bottom of his thickness.

“You wantthis, Vartok?”

With a snarl, he grasped my breasts, squeezing them roughly,exactlythe way I liked. I gasped, arching into his hold, and he tugged me off balance, forcing me to splay my hand over his chest.

“Here’s what will happen, pet,” he growled, tusks gleaming in the light from the fire. “Ye’re going to put my cock in ye, and ye’re going to come. Do ye understand?”

Oh God.

“Aye,” I whimpered, as I rushed to obey him.

His cock slid easily into my sensitive, throbbing core, each ridge claiming more and more of me. I remembered when he was still training me, when I was still hisinnocenthuman plaything. I remembered how big he’d seemed then, but now I could take his thickness without trouble.

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