Page 84 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

Just before I was fully seated, Vartok’s fingers found my nipples and he tugged as I gasped and rocked forward. As I slammed down atop him, my climax surged, as we’d both known it would.

My body convulsed, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure radiated from my core. I threw my head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping my lips, andVartok's hands were immediately on my hips, his grip firm as he ground out praise.

“That’s it,dkaar. Come for me. Let me feel that sweet cunny squeezing my cock,” he growled, his glowing gaze locked onto me. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples, stroking my sides, each touch a different strength and place, heightening my sensitivity. Each touch sending new sparks of pleasure through me, prolonging my climax.

Before the waves of my orgasm could even begin to subside, Vartok began to move beneath me. He thrust upward, his ridges rubbing against my inner walls, drawing out my pleasure. I gasped, my hands clutching at his chest, my nails digging into his skin as he fooked me from below.

“Feel that, my pretty little human? Feel each ridge of my cock stroking ye, keeping yer pleasure going?” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Ye’re so fooking beautiful when ye come, Myra. I want to see it again.”

His words were fuel to my arousal. I could feel my pleasure building once more—or mayhap my previous climax had never really ended. The sensation of his ridges against my sensitive flesh pushed me toward another peak. I whimpered, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Vartok's hand snaked between us, his thumb finding the bud of my pleasure. He pressed down, circling it exactly the way I liked, and I gasped. How could I be so ready again so quickly?

Bucking against his hand, I whimpered, realizing I was panting, begging him…

“That’s it, pet. That’s it, my good little plaything," Vartok crooned, his own pleasure written across his face. His cock swelled inside me, his ridges pulsing, and I knew he was close.

"Ye feel so fooking good. I'm going to fill ye with my seed, Myra. I'm going to claim ye completely," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into me with urgent need.

His words, his touch, the relentless pleasure of his ridges, all of it combined to push me over the edge again. I didn't think I could come any more, but my body had other plans. I sobbed with pleasure, with desperation, with shock…my body shaking as yet another climax tore through me.

If this was the Mating Heat, I wanted it every night!

“Mine,” he roared.

“Aye, yours.” I could barely breathe, the pleasure was so intense, but he needed to know that.

“Yer Mate.”

Vartok's grip on my hips tightened, his body tensing beneath me as he let out a roar. I felt his cock pulse, twice, thrice…and then a hot rush of his spend as he spilled into me. The sensation triggered yet another wave of pleasure, softer this time, but no less profound.

Because of what it had meant.

Vartok had claimed me. I was his.

And he wasmine.

I collapsed onto his chest, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Vartok's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he murmured praises and endearments into my ear.

“Such a good lass,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “My perfect Mate. I love ye, Myra. I love ye so fooking much.”

I nuzzled against his chest, a soft smile playing on my lips. “I love you too, Vartok,” I murmured, my breathing finally evening.

How had he possibly made me climax so many times? Was this to be expected, or was it because the claiming was so special?

When he rolled to one side, arranging my head gently on the pillow, I opened my eyes, feeling completely sated.

Vartok was propped up on one elbow, watching me with a tender expression. He smiled when he saw my eyes open, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek.

“How are ye feeling, pet?” he asked, his voice soft.

I stretched languidly, a small smile playing on my lips.

“Wonderful,” I sighed, snuggling closer to him. “A little sticky, mayhap. That was...incredible.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire.

“Aye, ‘twas,” he agreed. “And I plan to make ye feel that way many, many more times, my sweet little human.”

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