Page 109 of Halfling
She scrubbed her hands over her cheeks and growled in frustration. When she looked at him finally, her eyes glittered with desperate tears.
“I didn’t mean this as goodbye,” she rushed to say, words tumbling from her lips like water over falls, “just that it’s our last night alone. Tomorrow we’ll be home and with my family and I don’t know—you may hate it, they’re loud and everywhere and you may not want—I didn’t want to say anything after your mother, you needed time, but I didn’t realize we were so close, I thought we’d have more time and I could—” she sucked in a breath “—I could find a way to ask you to stay. With me. Because I love you—love youso much,and—”
He lunged for her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging, making her arch her neck and look at him. “Say it again,” he hissed.
“I love you.” Her tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip, a nervous gesture that caught his ravenous gaze. Hers searched his face, a line of worry between her brows. “Do you…?”
Fates, he truly was a stupid male. Hadn’t she shown him all along she liked his words? She liked knowing what he was thinking, what he wanted to do with her. He’d shown her every day what a good mate he would be for her, but she needed the words, too.
“Mate,” he growled, “you are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. Youown me,Sorcha, body and soul.”
Her cheeks stained pink, and she blinked up at him with wide, luminous eyes. “Oh, that’s so much lovelier than mine.”
“I’ll take any words you’d give me, so long as they mean you’re mine.”
“I am,” she breathed. “Orek, I’myours. I love you so much.” And she sprang into his arms, a nocked arrow drawn and fired, directly into his heart.
His mouth slammed onto hers, and for a long while, all he could do was devour her like the starving male he was. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, claiming it, as he drew his arms around her, erasing any lingering space between them. The length of his cock throbbed against her belly, and he grabbed a handful of her plush backside to press her hips tighter to his.
Her lips broke away from his to gasp, and he growled into the skin of her jaw, delivering little nips up to her ear where he purred, “You’remine,Sorcha Brádaigh. Now, tomorrow, always.”
“Yes,” she moaned as he swirled his tongue just below her ear.
“Mine to keep. Mine to please.” He sucked on her throat, leaving a red mark behind that made the possessive beast inside him roar with satisfaction. “Mine to feed and fuck and breed.”
“Yes,” she said huskily, grabbing a handful of his hair.
He nipped her lower lip before setting her away from him again. Her indignant whine of displeasure was immediate and gratifying.
“Take off whatever you don’t want ripped off,” he growled. “I need you bare.” And he wasn’t sure how long he could wait.
Sorcha looked him up and down before stepping back toward the fire. Her brows arched and a smile tugged at her lips, her playfulness surfacing again with the words that needed to be said finally given voice.
He watched her as she made a show of taking off her clothes, being sure to give him an excellent view of her pink cunt as she bent to slip out of her boots and braies. A hungry purr rattled in his chest, drawing her sultry gaze as she straightened.
Orek fisted his cock as she unlaced her stays and drew off her shirt. By the time she was finally naked, seed leaked from the head, easing his strokes.
That infernal, teasing smile curled her lips, and he had to squeeze his shaft to stop himself from exploding onto the fallen leaves at his feet.
Those eyes, glittering like emeralds in the firelight, fell to the straining cock held captive in his grip. Her tongue peeked out to run over her lower lip, an entirely different gesture this time.
“Which is your favorite?” she asked, gaze on his hand.
His purr transformed into a constant, rumbling growl as he stalked toward her, filling up her vision. Her pupils blew wide, and he saw the pulse throbbing at her throat.
She trembled ever so slightly, and he understood. He must have looked a beast to her, all savage, barely contained need.
“You know which,” he grated, voice gone feral.
Faster than she could react, he swung her round in his arms, putting her back to his chest. His hand closed around her throat, tipping her head back for his brutal kiss. She moaned into his mouth, and he drank it down, feeding it to the fire burning for her in his belly.
Sorcha cried out when his other hand delved between her thighs. She widened her stance for him, and he purred for her in praise.
His fingers found her slick, but he needed her soaking.
Nipping at her ear, he set his mouth there as he strummed her clit with the callused pads of two fingers. His other hand moved from her neck to her breast, filling his palm with the heavy weight and teasing her swollen nipple between his fingers.
“You know I like your tight cunt best,” he purred as he slid two fingers inside her.
