Page 54 of Enchanted with the Orc
Once dinner was done and Gabbi had had her dessert—one cookie that somehow became two after multiple rounds of begging—it was time to get her ready for bed. I marveled at the ease with which I’d fit into their lives.
While Tasia gave our daughter a bath, I cleared up the toys that were askew after Gabbi “cleaned up”, and pulled the bed out of the sofa, anticipation growing inside of me. There was going to be something different in our routine now. Tasia and I were going to take a big step in our relationship. Ahugestep that I hoped she was ready for.
I was. I was more than ready to touch her. But that same eagerness could be my downfall if I wasn’t careful. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my need for her. I ran my palms down my pants considering how I was going to ease her worries and concerns when a soft palm touched my arm.
I looked down to find my Tasia there, staring up at me with concern. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed, and I nodded, moving toward the sofa like we always did. We took up our usual positions but instead of turning on the television, we studied each other from opposite sides.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, in a low whisper so Gabbi couldn’t hear us in case she was still awake. Not that I needed to worry. Everything in these suites were soundproof. But I couldn’t help my stomach from churning with worry.
Instead of sending her down the same spiral I had gone, my words made her smile. She nodded, running her toes along my foot.
That’snotsupposed to be an erotic touch.
And yet, everything from her was erotic. The air between us was charged with anticipation. Her quick movements shocked me, and I wasn’t prepared for her to suddenly be next to me, but when she was, I smiled at her, reaching up with slow, steady movements so she could shove me away anytime she wanted to.
I ran my fingers over her cheek, a sigh leaving me. “You’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen,” I whispered, and ran my dulled claws down her cheek, along her jaw and then to her neck. She tilted it backwardfor me, giving me more access, so I ran my thumb down her soft throat until I was touching the skin of her chest.
I swallowed hard, glancing up at her and freezing my fingers. But her eyes were closed and her lips were parted on swift puffs of air. As if she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
Gods, this is everything I dreamed of and more.
I ran my claw down to the soft skin above her t-shirt and stopped as soon as I hit the material. Still, her luscious breasts were full enough that my claw dipped between her cleavage for one blissful moment. I swallowed at the same time as she did, and she opened her eyes to look up at me with an expression that I’d never thought I’d see from her.Lust.Pure lust was shining from her gaze.
I couldn’t stop myself then. My body surged, tackling her to the sofa-bed, taking her down under me. Her softness pressed against me and my eyes all but rolled back in my head.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I pulled away long enough to look down at her—gauging her reaction—but I shouldn’t have worried. She wiggled under me until her legs were wrapped around me, and her face was lifted to mine, seeking. Her lips ran across my jaw and I may have blacked out.
I was lost to the moment. I was lost to her. I took her lips in a heated kiss, deepening it until our breaths were shared. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, so I clenched my fists on either side of her head, holding myself a little away from her in case the feel of her made me lose all of my control.
“Enka,” she gasped against my lips—a soft whimper of sound.
The little bit of control I had snapped. Not that there was much of it left. I cupped her jaw, squeezing a little until she parted her lips, letting me in. Then it was wet sounds of sucking and the heat of our tongues as I fucked her mouth with mine.
Gods, I’ve been waiting for this. Praying for this.
And I loved every second of it. She was soft heat and sweetness under me. Everything I’d ever wished for. Her hands skimmed up my back, tentative and soft. I groaned against her lips, sucking harder on her tongue until her fingers were digging into my flesh, pulling me closer.
Yes. Want me like I want you. Need me like I need you.
I tried whispering the words into her mind, willing her to feel what I was feeling, but I shouldn’t have worried. My female rolled under me, her pussy a scalding heat against my thigh.
“I need you,” she pulled away long enough to gasp before she kissed me again.
Alarm bells were ringing in my head as she tugged at my t-shirt, struggling to yank it off of me, but I pushed them aside. I reached back, gripping my t-shirt behind me and then pulling it over my head. When I was revealed to her, she stopped kissing me, pulling back to stare down with an expression I couldn’t quite interpret.
It wasn’t until she leaned down to lick my chest, swiping that tiny hot tongue across my skin, that I recognized what it was.
Greed.
My little mate wasgreedyfor my body. I’d never been so flattered in my life. Did shelikemy body then? I hadn’t thought much about it. I was so big compared to the perfection of her smaller, softer body.
But was she as attracted to me as I was to her? I doubted it, yet looking at her as she ran her fingers down my chest, running them over my stomach, a small moan leaving as her pupils dilated, I wondered.
My mate wants me.
I kissed her again, her hips rocking hard against the jeans that I was wearing. She had hers on as well and the denim was a thick double-layer between us.
