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His hips rolled up to meet hers with every stroke, and her thighs trembled as her release rushed through her. Sorcha threw back her head and cried, impaling herself on his pulsing cock. He met it with his own roar, fingers sinking hard enough into her flesh to bruise.
His thumb kept a maddening pressure on her clit, and one release rolled into another, the pleasure gone sharp and shattering. She wailed, sinking her nails into his chest.
On a final thrust, Orek pumped deep inside her and came, filling her beyond fullness.
Sorcha’s hips kept rolling as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her. She came back to herself only in increments, body finally spent.
With a sigh, Sorcha eased down to cover him like a blanket. His arms banded around her, holding her tightly to his chest as she placed her ear there and listened to the soothing beat of his heart.
Her lids grew heavy as Orek carded his fingers through her hair. Eventually, he pulled an actual blanket over them.
Kissing the top of her head, he murmured, “Sleep well, my mate.”
She hummed in happiness.My mate. I like the sound of that very much.
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Sorcha woke to a body deliciously sore from being well used. She didn’t immediately open her eyes, but the warmth of her man, surrounding her from head to toe, filled her senses. His skin was warm against hers, and without hesitation she sought and found that place on his chest she so loved, burying her face there.
A gentle purr rumbled beneath her cheek, and a big hand strayed into her curls to twine around his fingers. Sorcha kissed him just over where his heart thumped steadily before finally opening her eyes and looking up at her handsome halfling.
His gaze was as soft as the dawn light glowing through the trees, face unlined and lips just curling up at the corners. It was such a change from his demeanor over the last few days, and when she looked into those hazel eyes, rich as honey in the morning light, she saw the same deep, resonant happiness thrumming in her own chest.
Shifting under the blankets, Sorcha held his dear face in her hands and brought him down for a kiss. He purred against her lips, and she felt herself go liquid under his hands and mouth.
It was a long while before they parted again—not even a hungry Darrah traipsing up and down their sides was enough to break them apart.
Finally though, Orek chuckled and rolled onto his back to reach for a pocket on his pack. He pulled out a carrot to appease Darrah, who chittered happily and carried off his bounty.
Sorcha snuggled back into his warmth as Orek settled around her, drawing up the blankets to cover her bare shoulder from the chill. For a long moment, Sorcha let them stay in that little pocket of soft silence, tracing his features with her fingertips. She needed to ask him again, but the words didn’t want to come and disrupt this perfect moment.
Today she’d see her family. It brought its own joy, and her stomach knotted with excitement thinking of finally coming home. She’d never wanted to leave her family in the first place, but now, she couldn’t truly regret it, not when it’d brought her to the male gazing down at her like she was his whole world.
She could get drunk on that look.
But starting today, things would be different. Everything would be. She wasn’t returning to her family the same Sorcha. And she needed, one more time, to assure herself that he understood what he’d be in for.
Finally, she made herself say, “Orek, you’re sure? About staying?”
An affectionate huff steamed in the cold morning air. “You can’t get rid of me now, mate. I’m yours.”
She smiled despite herself, and it took no small amount of will to keep from leaving it there and swooping down for another long kiss.
Instead, she said, “My family is huge, and it’s always noisy. There are so many of us in the house, not to mention the stables, and I just don’t want you to be—”
With a rumble, Orek rolled to tuck her under his big body. His lips fell on hers in a searing kiss that nearly wiped the words from her mind. His mouth pressed a hot trail down her neck, to her chest, where he kissed and nipped at her breasts, teasing the nipples into hard, pouting points that he sucked into the hot well of his mouth.
“I’ll learn,” he said as he alternated between breasts. “You want to be near your family and I need to be with you. So to your family we’ll go.”
The words were perfect, sosoperfect, and so was his mouth as he kissed the sensitive undersides of her breasts and began to tease his way lower.
But…
With a groan, Sorcha squirmed out from under him, popping up out of the nest of blankets. She grabbed a fur to wrap around herself and faced him. The look he shot her was so disgruntled she almost laughed, but her insides were too twisted up.
“You have to consider with a clear head,” she insisted. “It won’t just be the two of us anymore. I have duties, too. Responsibilities. Life here might not be what you truly want.”
He caught her calf in his hand so she wouldn’t back further away, keeping at least a little contact between them.
