Page 165 of Halfling
They stayed like that for a long while, skin slick with sweat and limbs trembling with release. She petted his mane, shining a glossy blue-black in the moonlight, and teased the tips of his pointed ears.
That restlessness bled away, soothed with every heavy beat of his heart she felt thudding against her own chest. She could have lain like that the rest of her days, content, everything she ever wanted held in her arms.
But she knew she had to make good on her promises—to him and to herself. She had to do better.
Carding her fingers though that luxurious mane, Sorcha whispered to him, “I meant what I said. I don’t want a hero. I don’t need noble gestures.” All of that may have sufficed for her parents, but Sorcha wanted something else from a life with her halfling. “I want someone to fall asleep with and wake up to. Every day, summer and winter, rain and snow. Perhaps it’s selfish of me, but it’s what I want.”
Orek lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, his warm breath fanning across her neck and chest when he huffed. “I promised myself long ago, I’d deny you nothing. You’ll have whatever you want from me, my heart. I want your selfish and your needy and your wanting.” And he tugged her off the rocks to lay the fur on the ground and pull off their braies. When he had her bare from the hips down, he laid back on the fur and pulled her with him, arranging her over him how he wanted.
“I’ve only ever wanted you, Sorcha. My life is yours.” His big palm warmed her leg in the cold night, running up and down her flank and backside, as his other hand loosened her stays. “I want to hold you as we fall asleep and wake you each morning with my tongue on your cunt.”
With a needy groan, Sorcha pulled off the stays and knelt over him, capturing his lips with hers. Hips rocking gently, she teased the underside of his cock with her quim, soaked with their spend.
When she went to kiss him again, though, he caught her cheek in one large hand, thumb tenderly running over her lips.
“I never meant to stay away,” he rasped. “I always intended to return to you. Where I belong.”
He received a kiss for that, and a little more of that residual terror ebbed. “We don’t have to stay forever in my parents’ home. In fact…I think we should build our own.” She leaned back, not quite able to keep his gaze as she spilled her truths, though tracing patterns across his warm skin did lend her courage. “I see now that I can’t—I shouldn’t go back to how things were. I love my family, but I have to live my own life. And that life is with you. I want to build something new. With you.”
The words rang sweetly in Orek’s ears, and he filled his arms with his mate, pulling her down to his chest for a crushing embrace. She squawked in protest, reminding him of his injuries. And yes, his chest did groan and ache, but it was nothing to the joy of having her there, her weight atop him proof that he’d not only lived, hewould live.For this beautiful female.
When she wriggled in his grip, he finally let her go. As she sat up over him, her warm cunt kissing his cock, Orek marveled at the beauty spread before him.
Limned in moonlight, her curls floated around her head like a crown, wild from their lovemaking. Her cheeks had flushed a rosy pink, and her eyes glittered as she smiled down at him. Those hands, strong and callused from years of work, were so, so gentle as she ran them over him in sweeping, claiming strokes.
She leaned over him to kiss his brow, her loose shirt teasing his abdomen and breasts bobbing against his collar. He reached inside the gaping neckline of the shirt to run the backs of his fingers over her breasts, earning him another one of her delicious moans.
With a nipping kiss to his lips, she trailed kisses over his face, his neck, his chest. He grumbled when her breasts slid out of his grip and received a teasing nip at his own flat nipple. She was content to lick and taste and tease every inch of him, so Orek lay back and let her have her way,just as a good mate should.
Accompanying each kiss was a promise, how when they returned, they would take the larger turret room on the third floor. They would have their big bed, where they’d sleep and fuck and hold each other through the long, cold winter nights. They would build a home, their own little haven where siblings weren’t allowed. And they would explore this world and do some good for it, together.
Her tongue strayed along the length of his cock, making Orek grimace with painful pleasure. Fates, his body had been through too much already tonight, but he’d be damned before he told her to stop. She sucked him inside, swirling that maddening tongue, and Orek groaned long and with feeling into the night, a predator felled.
When she’d had her fill of teasing, she crawled over him to use his cock, weeping and throbbing for his mate, for herself. She sank on him with aching slowness, teeth biting into that swollen bottom lip. Orek held her hips steady as her body dropped that last inch, taking him to the root.
That purr that was hers, only ever for her, deepened in his chest, rattling his abused ribs, but he didn’t care. Sorcha gasped as it vibrated through her, and Orek pressed his thumb to her clit, holding it captive against his length.
Her hips snapped down, and then she was all rolling hips and keening cries. Orek filled his hands with her plush backside, fingers sinking into the luscious flesh to bring her down hard,harder,until they met with a slap on every stroke.
Body gone taut as a bowstring, Orek broke. Fangs bared to the moon, he rutted into his mate from below, forcing himself inside again and again as her body rippled and clenched in release. She cried his name, filling his ears and his heart.
“My mate!” he roared into the night, the beast inside needing the world to hear it.
Sorcha hummed, sated and boneless. He helped guide her down to his side, where he tucked her tight to him and covered her best he could. Even as her breathing grew slower and steadier, she pressed kisses into his neck and cheek.
“So glad I found you,” she murmured, voice gone slurred and drowsy.
“And now you’ll never be rid of me.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Orek woke cold, stiff, and pained—and it was the best day of his life. He began it just as he’d promised, with his tongue lapping at his mate’s warm cunt. She came awake slowly, her fingers lazily finding their way into his mane as he coaxed an orgasm from his sleepy mate. Then he set his cock where his mouth had been, claiming her with steady, pounding thrusts that buried him deep inside her, exactly where he wanted to be.
He began as he meant to live this life with her, and it pleased every part of him, dark and vicious and vulnerable, to send his mate off into the day with a sated smile at her lips.
They rejoined the human party, ignoring the significant and smirking looks of her brothers as they gathered their things and prepared for the journey home.
