Page 145 of Halfling
“It’s all right, my heart,” he rumbled, his thumb rubbing at her fluttering pulse. “I took care of it.”
“There really was something out there?”
“Yes.”
She wanted to ask more, but he crowded close, backing her up against the wall. He slid one big thigh between hers, urging her onto her toes. He tipped her chin up to receive a slow, searing kiss.
The heated sweetness was almost too much to bear, but, “Why are you trying to distract me? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry for worrying you,” he replied, feathering light kisses up her cheek, down her neck. “Let me make it up to you.”
His deft fingers made quick work of her stays, and before she could even think to remove it, his hand slipped into her braies to work her shirt free. The hot clasp of his palm closed around her waist just as his tongue slid between her lips to coax hers.
“Orek.” She didn’t appreciate being managed, nor distracted, nor how skilled he was at both.
A long sigh puffed against her mouth, then his forehead pressed to hers. A low, steady purr built beneath his warm skin, soothing away the frantic edge of her worry.
“Later,” he whispered. “I’ll explain everything later, my heart. Right now, I need you.”
She looked up into his eyes, gone amber in the low light, and considered. She supposed she could wait—she was wary of an almost feral glint to his eyes, but his heartbeat was steady under her hand.
“Later,” she finally agreed, then gripped a handful of his slightly damp mane. “But you’d better make it up to me.”
That light purr deepened into a rumble that had her quim clenching and breasts tightening. A moan built low in her throat, and Orek ducked to suck at her skin there. His hands were quick to get rid of her stays and shirt, and he kissed down her chest as he worked her braies over her hips.
Her braies and boots were cast aside, and then he was lifting her, pinning her to the wall with his big body and drawing her legs around his hips. He surrounded her with him, arms caging her in and hips wedged between her thighs. His tongue swirled against her lips before spearing inside, followed by long, dragging pulls that had her moaning into his mouth.
He hitched her higher to free his cock, pressing the hot bar of it to her needy, dripping quim. They both shuddered as his cock slid through her slick, the flared head catching on her clit. Sorcha gasped when he finally released her from his kisses, those hot lips branding her as they traveled down her neck and chest to lave across one breast.
Orek used the wall to hold her up with one arm, leaving a hand free to pluck and tease at her other breast, trace the curve of her waist, knead his strong fingers into the giving flesh of her backside. That hand was everywhere, pulling and pushing and teasing pleasure from her body.
“Orek,” she whimpered at his ear.
With a rumbling growl, he notched that fat cock at her entrance and let her sink down on him. Sorcha’s mouth opened on a silent cry, the burn of his invasionso good,and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth to nip and soothe.
She was practically dangling, pressed down flush to his hips, impaled on his cock. Sorcha arched, wanting leverage, but he wouldn’t give it.
He moved her shoulders to rest against the wall and filled his hands with her hips, making her take every thrust exactly how he wanted. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, digging into the meat of his forearms. The glide of his cock inside her was exquisite, blanking her mind with every stroke and making her keen with every retreat.
Her breasts bounced with each heavy smack of their bodies meeting, and Sorcha had the distant thought that she hoped everyone else was fast asleep, for nothing about this was quiet or soft. Orek’s thrusts were measured but brutal, filling her up beyond full. She felt him everywhere, eyes unable to look away from the burning intensity of his gaze. He looked upon her like he wanted todevourher.
And she loved it.
His pace grew frantic, and Sorcha lifted as much as she could to meet him, to get more friction where sheneeded it.A growling rumble caught in his throat, and then his thumb wasthere,pressing down on her clit, and Sorcha flew apart.
She choked on her cry, stars dancing on the edge of her vision. Her body tensed with release, but Orek drove himself inside again, again, through it all, keeping her pleasure on the edge of pain. He pulled her to his chest, holding her up with just his arms, and Sorcha set her teeth to his shoulder to muffle her cries.
With a hiss, Orek slammed their hips together and came, filling her impossibly fuller. His spend made a mess of her thighs, and she felt it slipping along her legs and backside.
Limbs gone loose with release, Sorcha hummed happily and kissed his throat. When he drew them away from the wall toward the bed, she was ready to be laid down gently and folded into his arms. She even opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but what came out was a startled yip when he dropped her onto the bed.
She blinked up at him, mind still a little foggy from her orgasm, to find his face gone almost savage. He pulled her down the bed to him, spreading her legs obscenely wide. He knelt at the foot of the bed and fell upon her quim with opened-mouthed kisses and long laves of his tongue.
Sorcha gasped, back arching in shocked pleasure. She was almost too sensitive after her last release, and she begged him with incoherent sounds for mercy. But her halfling gave no quarter, his tongue swirling and teasing at her clit until she filled his waiting mouth with a gush of slick. He rumbled in approval, two fingers spearing her to pet at that place inside that made her vision go white.
Choking on a cry, Sorcha grasped helplessly at his head, writhing on the furs and blankets. She didn’t know if it was for more friction or to get away from him, the pleasure so intense the air heaved from her chest in gasps and stutters.
It was exquisite—it was too much. She didn’t have the words to tell him either, voice gone hoarse from her whimpers and cries. Her body sang with how easily he wrung pleasure from her, having no mercy as he sucked at her until she gave him another shuddering release. She boxed his ears between her thighs, body rolling through the orgasm.
