Page 110 of Halfling
Sorcha threw her head back with a cry, and he sucked on the skin of her throat.
“You always take me so perfect—because you know you’re mine.”
She keened in agreement, hooking her arm behind his head as her legs went slack. He slid his arm under hers, holding her up, and took her breast again to thrum her nipple with his thumb in time with his thrusting fingers.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“Yours!”
His hand slid away from her cunt, dragging a frustrated whine from deep in her chest. Orek pulled her up his body and held her leg over his hip, opening her wide.
“Put me inside you.”
Sorcha’s breath stuttered. Her hand found his throbbing cock and gave him a vicious, retaliatory pump before she notched him at her entrance.
He pushed inside, feeling her warm body make room for him, and purred. Everything in him went quiet, that panic from before bleeding away to a possessive hunger. He had his mate in his arms, taking him inside her.
Everything else fell away.
“Hold onto me,” he rumbled, waiting just long enough for her to grab his forearm before thrusting to the hilt.
Sorcha screamed her pleasure, rippling around him as his hips pounded into hers, the wet slap of her backside hitting his flesh echoing through the trees. He was nothing but the incessant thrust of his hips, chasing down his mate’s pleasure as he dragged out and pushed back inside.
Her breasts bounced, caught between his arms, and her nails dug into his hair as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
He drew her a little higher and leaned back, pushing even deeper inside. Sorcha’s next scream was silent, lips drawn wide as she came apart, toes just scraping the forest floor. Slick and spend dripped from her body, coating their thighs as Orek roared with release, shattering the quiet night.
Not enough. Can’t get enough of her.
Chest heaving, Orek laid a boneless Sorcha on their bed of furs. She folded her arms under her, and he pushed her knees wide, opening her as he sank back inside.
Sorcha groaned, pressing her face into the furs as he reached even deeper inside her. The wet sounds between their bodies were obscene, his grunting pants coming quicker than his racing heartbeat. He bore down on his mate, falling across her back as he pounded inside her hot cunt.
He was big enough that he covered her completely, drawing her under him and back onto his desperate, throbbing cock. She writhed beneath him, hips rolling to meet his and grinding down on every stroke. His head fell beside hers, lost in her curls, and he covered her hands, fisted in the furs, with his.
A keening wail broke from her throat, her muscles milking him as she rippled and came apart.
Taking her pleasure like the greedy male he was, Orek buried his face in her hair and let go.
Pleasure so fierce it bordered on pain shot up his spine, and his stones drew up tight. He poured everything he was inside her, all his needs and hopes and hurts. He was hers in every way, now and forever, and nothing would take him from her.
He lifted his head and roared it all into the forest, declaring to all the world that this washis female—and he was her mate.
Sorcha drifted for a long while in a delicious haze, body gone lax with so much pleasure. Orek—her man—eventually lifted himself up to clean them, but Sorcha couldn’t be bothered to move. She let him care for her, sighing as her sensitive skin rubbed against the soft furs.
She watched him through hooded eyes, and though she felt entirely spent, she was far from sleepy. An excitement so joyous she almost couldn’t stand it bloomed in her chest.
He was away maybe a handful of seconds, but it was entirely too long.
She managed a needy hum, reaching for him, and sighed happily when he came back to her.
Orek arranged them on their sides, faces pressed close enough to share breath. She cupped his jaw in her hand, still a little shocked at all the admissions they’d made.
As she traced the brutal, beautiful contours of his face, Orek pressed closer, eyes searching hers.
