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Orek made to shake his head, but Sorcha stopped him by cupping his cheek. “You make me braver. I feel I can do anything knowing you’re there with me.”
A look so tender crossed his dear face that Sorcha had no choice but to kiss him. He met her questing tongue with his, lips nipping and sucking as she squirmed closer, wanting to feel him everywhere.
Bubbles of disbelief and amazement fizzed inside her, sweeter than wine and just as heady. She teased her halfling with her tongue, wanted him to take her and claim her and fuck her senseless with all the restlessness and excitement building inside her.
He knew her well enough now to roll her under him and push his hard thigh between her own. Big hands made quick work of rucking her nightgown up to her waist, and then his warm palm closed over the globe of her backside. A needy sound escaped her throat as she bore down on his thigh.
“You claimed me. In front of everyone,” he said between long, dragging kisses that made her forget her own name.
“Why not. You’re mine.”
A purr so deep it shook his chest made her quim clench with want.
“Yours,” he agreed.
That big hand trailed over her hip and thigh to run over her quim possessively. His fingers slid through her growing slick, drawing another moan.
“And this cunt is mine,” he growled against her lips. “These are mine.” He sucked her breast through the nightgown, teasing the nipple with his tongue until she writhed beneath him. With a rumbling huff, he leaned back just long enough to pull the nightgown off her, leaving her bare to his gaze and lips and hands.
Sorcha spread her legs wide for him, and Orek purred in approval.
“Need you,” she moaned. She probably wasn’t as ready as she should be to take him, but everything that had happened today pushed against her skin, ready to burst. She wanted to be lost to him and the pounding rhythm of his hips as he claimed her.
“Are you aching for my green cock, mate?” he rumbled, voice gone low and deeper.
Orek slid his cock through her slick, teasing her nub with the underside. Sorcha shivered and folded her legs around his hips, drawing him closer.
“Yesyesyes,” she moaned, clutching at his hips.
That big head notched at her entrance, and then Orek was above her, the muscles of his arms cast in sharp relief as he pushed inside. The burn was exquisite, demanding her attention, and Sorcha gasped and groaned at his steady invasion, not stopping until he was seated to the hilt.
She grabbed his wrists for something to hold as his hips drew back and then thrust in a brutal slap. The big bed rocked beneath them as he pounded inside, giving her everything, just as he always did.
Orek bared his fangs, the tendons in his neck popping as his pace grew erratic, frantic. Sorcha dug her heels into the small of his back and keened when he hit herjust rightinside. She came apart on a choked cry, her body seizing with pure, intense pleasure that crashed across her in wave after wave. She went boneless long before it stopped, still swirling inside her as Orek pressed his face into her hair and groaned with release.
They lay trembling in each other’s arms for a long while. When Orek went to lift off of her, Sorcha made a noise of protest and enticed him to stay by clenching around his cock, still buried deep. She’d claimed it in front of everyone and she wanted more.
When she tingled with the aftershocks of another powerful release, she finally let Orek move to her side. She rolled over to be tucked tight to him, and buried her nose in his chest.
“I like this bed,” he muttered tiredly. “Big enough.”
Sorcha hummed in agreement, lids sliding closed. “I’ll ask Connor to make us one.” Her brother was an excellent woodworker and would do it if she asked nicely. Or threatened him.
But that was for tomorrow, after a nap and another shattering orgasm as she rode her halfling and then fell asleep in his arms.
30
As the days passed in the Brádaigh home, his mate seemed to find her former role in the family, slipping back into place like a leg into a boot. As for Orek, he found his place to be beside her. This didn’t surprise him, as he always would stand beside his mate. What he hadn’t grasped before was this meant literally standing alongside her to shoulder some of her burdens.
He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised by the amount of weight his mate carried within her family, all the duties and responsibilities and expectations stacking up like the mountain of dishes created each mealtime. She’d spoken before of all that she did—it was just…he thought perhaps everyone in her family did just as much.
They all certainly didsomethingwith their days, but not half as much as Sorcha, it seemed to Orek.
The morning after returning from Dundúran, Niall was scolded for sleeping in late.
“The animals need feeding,” their mother reminded him.
He merely blinked at her over the mouthful of eggs hovering at his lips. “But Sorcha’s back.”
