Page 170 of Halfling
Nerves twitched in her belly. She knew what he said, knew what these rooms were truly for.
They weren’t sure if Orek could sire children. Halfling animals like mules couldn’t, and they didn’t know if this would be true of him, too. Sorcha had delighted in her mate filling her with his seed hundreds of times now and had yet to fall pregnant.
It doesn’t bear worrying over now.
Whether or not they would have younglings of their own was a worry for later. She was more than happy to have her handsome halfling to herself for a while yet. Besides, she’d raised enough siblings that she could wait on a baby.
For now, she would let those rooms, though empty, be full of potential and promise. The rest of the house was already so full of them, their lives. She’d secretly harbored a few worries that nowhere could feel as much like home as her parents’ house, but her mate had once again proven her wrong.
It’s perfect.Full of them but space to grow. Her things already colored and decorated the rooms. Everything was made with Orek’s bulk in mind, sized right and made sturdy. In every room was something for Darrah—a bed, a perch, a wide stool just for him.
It’s home.
Happy tears stung her eyes. She loved it.
But when Orek carried her back to the stairs, she frowned over his shoulder.
“Aren’t we…?”
“You said I can have you any way I like,” he said as he crossed back through the house. In the kitchen, he finally set her down on the table, which was, interestingly, the perfect height to keep their hips level. “I want to start here.”
A playful grin tugged at her lips as she rested back on her elbows. “Do you, now?”
His soft gaze turned hungry as he leaned over her, rucking up her skirts. The ribbon had to stay tied around their hands until the marriage was consummated, but she doubted it’d hinder them.
He stepped between her spread legs, his fingers toying with the ribbons of her garter.
“You are so beautiful,” he rumbled, bending down for a kiss. “And mine.”
“Yours,” she sighed as his lips traced her brow.
Those questing fingers teased her with light touches, burrowing through her underthings to finally slide through the heat of her quim. Sorcha moaned happily as his calluses rasped against her tender flesh, biting her lip as he set his middle finger to run maddening circles around her clit.
“No, my heart,” he said, coaxing her lip from her teeth with his tongue. “In our home, I want to hear all your screams and moans.”
Sorcha smiled, heart pounding at the dizzying truth. This wastheir home.They could do what they liked, be as loud as they liked.
As her mate used his talented fingers to work her higher, Sorcha fumbled at the toggles of his tunic. He rumbled grumpily when she told him to lean back, his look impatient as she opened the tunic and unlaced the undershirt beneath. She hummed happily at all the exposed green flesh, running her hand over the dips and ridges of his muscled chest.
That purr vibrated under her hand, and in a few quick movements, he had the tunic and shirt pulled off, dangling from his bound wrist.
Sorcha crossed her ankles at the small of his back, drawing him closer so she could get her fill of his warm skin.
When he reached for his neck, she tapped his wrist.
“Leave the torque.”
He smiled, flashing her his fangs. “Enough teasing me with them—show me your pretty breasts.”
Orek watched raptly as she tugged the neckline of her dress down, allowing one breast to spill free. She plumped it in her hand, teasing one fingertip over her nipple.
A snarl wrinkled her mate’s nose. “Both of them,” he demanded, hand working furiously at the ties of his braies.
She obliged, pulling out her other breast and giving it the same treatment.
Sorcha moaned when the hot bar of his cock slid against her quim, the flared head notching at her clit. He settled between her thighs, holding himself over her on a palm splayed at her waist.
“Show me,” he said again. His hips began to roll in small thrusts, just a teasing touch that set Sorcha aflame.
