Page 164 of Halfling
“I was terrified,” she said. “Didn’t want to lose you.”
“You didn’t.”
Another needy sound, almost a whine, escaped her throat, and Orek nipped at her collar. One big hand cupped a breast over her clothes, then his strong fingers were pulling down her shirt and stays. Her breast popped free, nipple hardening in the cold winter air, but he quickly warmed it with his mouth, sucking and laving the flat of his tongue across the tip.
“Whose are these to lick and kiss and worship?” he growled, nipping the sensitive underside.
“Yours,” she moaned.
“Mine,” he agreed. His other hand strayed to her loosened braies, pulling them away as much as he could to make room for his fingers. He found her clit and petted her in indulgent circles, but not as hard and fast as Sorcha wanted.
He purred when she grew even slicker for him, that utterly pleased smile teasing at his lips again.
“Whose cock will you ride with your tight cunt?” His middle finger found and teased her entrance, spreading her syrup up to her clit and back down again.
“Yours!” she gasped.
“And whose name will you cry as you come apart?”
“Orek!”
His mouth crashed onto hers, their teeth clacking, as Orek pushed her legs even wider. A big hand covered hers on his cock, and together they pumped his length once, twice, spreading the leaking spend from root to tip.
At her ear, he rumbled, “Watch me sink inside you. Watch how you take your mate so perfectly.”
Sorcha’s forehead thumped onto his shoulder, head swirling with mindless lust and need. There was hardly any light for her to truly see, but his cock glistened with her slick in the moonlight, enough that she saw how the flared head parted her to his invasion as he pushed inside.
Her breath caught in her throat to watch him feed his thick length into her body—it seemed impossible, she couldn’t possibly take more, but with each roll of his hips, he pushed a little deeper. She shuddered at the feel of him conquering his way inside, her need going sharp to feel andsee it.
Sorcha gasped when his hips finally came flush with hers, seated to the hilt inside her. She trembled with it, feeling impossibly full, and needing to move.
But her halfling caged her between his arms and she had no leverage from her place on the rock. She could roll her hips a fraction to meet him, but it wasn’t quite enough. He kept her there, hovering between pain and bliss, as his hips rolled like the tide, crashing yet steady. She keened and clawed at his shoulders, only just remembering his injuries.
But he growled at her when she softened her grip.
“Want your claws,” he rasped. “Want everything.”
Taking his head in her hands, she drew his face to hers for a bruising kiss, biting his lower lip and scraping her nails across his scalp.
Orek quaked and gave her a hard thrust, the wet sounds of their bodies loud in the quiet clearing.
“You’ll never leave me again,” she told him.
“Never.”
“If you go, I go with you.”
“Yesss.” The word hissed through his fangs, bared as his pace picked up speed. His hips pounded into hers, crushing her clit against his pelvic bone with every downstroke and making her see stars.
“Don’t want a hero. Just want you.”
“My mate,” he snarled, and then his hands were full of her backside, drawing her down to impale her on his cock.
Sorcha shattered, her scream echoing into the night. Her vision blurred as pure pleasure raked through her, searing and wonderful. Her body clutched him tight, and she felt his cock throb inside her as he filled her with seed, his hips beating a desperate rhythm.
With a roar, Orek bore down on her clit to send her spiraling into another release, one so long and consuming she nearly drowned in it.
He slumped against her, face buried between her breasts, and Sorcha took his weight, wrapping him up in her arms.
