Page 54 of The Orc's Princess Bride
She smiled, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. “I am yours. Now take me to bed.”
With a growl, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed. He pulled away long enough to strip off his clothes and when he returned she reached for him, her soft little hands teasing his swollen shaft.
“Jessamin,” he groaned, reaching for those tormenting fingers.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, and then a hot little tongue swiped across the head of his cock. He swore, his hips jerking helplessly as she began licking him with eager strokes, her hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock.
He buried his hands in her hair, trying not to thrust as her mouth worked its magic. His mate was pleasuring him, taking her time, clearly delighting in every lick and kiss.
But he was too close to the edge, too hungry for her to allow this to continue.
With a groan, he pulled free of her grasp. She looked up at him, startled, and he kissed her hard, then flipped her over on her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes warm and loving and totally unafraid, and wiggled her lush little ass.
He growled, his Beast rising to the surface as he gripped her hips, nudging her entrance with the head of his cock. She moaned, trying to push back against him, but he held her in place, savoring the moment.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He drove into her with one swift, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her inner walls convulsing helplessly around him as her climax swept over her. He didn’t wait, couldn’t wait. His body took over, driving into her with relentless strokes. She arched her back, pushing against him, matching his rhythm. Her fingers dug into the bed as he rode her harder, deeper, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
She came again, her body shaking, her cries filling the air. He could feel his own release building, the pressure growing with each stroke. With a roar, he let go, burying himself inside her as his knot expanded, tying them together as his seed flooded her channel in long, hot pulses.
They collapsed onto the bed, bodies locked together, and he pulled her close, cradling her against his chest as they caught their breath. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel hers beating in time. A sense of rightness washed over him, a deep contentment that settled into his bones. This was where he was meant to be, where she was meant to be.
“I love you,” he murmured in her ear.
“I love you, too,” she whispered. “My king.”
“My queen,” he said, and he kissed her again.
EPILOGUE
One month later…
Jessamin woketo find Ulric’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the hard press of his erection against her ass, and she smiled contentedly. She was considering the best way to wake him up when she realized there was something different about the light this morning—a soft, luminous glow filled the room. Ulric grumbled sleepily as she slipped out from under his arm and went to the window.
Snow!She gasped in delight at the soft cloud of white covering every surface.
“Have you ever seen snow before?” he asked, joining her at the window and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“Never. I had no idea it would be so beautiful.”
“You may not feel that way after six months of it,” he teased. “But everyone loves the first snowfall of the season.”
In this case, there was another reason to appreciate the snow and she gave him a quick look over her shoulder.
“Does this mean we’re safe until spring?”
“I don’t know. It is difficult to wage war in the winter, especially in the mountains, but I don’t trust Lasseran. I have no intention of easing our vigilance, but I hope it gives us more time.”
“Good. Because there are other things I want to concentrate on for a while.”
“Other things?”
She took a deep breath, then took his hand and spread it over her stomach.
He looked down at her, confusion in his golden eyes, then dawning comprehension widened them.
“Jessamin… are you saying?—?”
