Page 90 of Halfling
He was a male who’d long since stopped looking for good things since they were never offered to him in the first place. But shoved under his nose, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing hold of her.
If I ever only get one good thing, let it be her.
Orek’s heart beat at his chest, as if it could break free of him to get to her. It might as well, it was already hers.
Snarling, he broke free of his weights and told his mind to shut up.
He took big handfuls of that perfect, plush backside and sank his fingers into the giving flesh. He pulled her tight to him, crushing her breasts to his chest and her cunt against his cock.
“Yes!” Sorcha moaned, head thrown back.
He saw her look of rapture and something clicked into place inside him.
She wants me.
It was the last thing he thought for a while.
Orek finally succumbed to his instinct, the unfulfilled mate-bond howling for completion.
His hips jerked up, seeking her heat and the drag of her velvety softness. He’d been right, she was softer than he could’ve imagined, and hotter too, burning like a furnace. That was all right, he wanted to be burned by her, scorched from the inside out.
Using his grip on her, he dragged her up and down his cock as his hips rolled beneath hers. Her fingers bit into the meat of his shoulders, hanging on as water sloshed from the pool with his frantic thrusts. Those gorgeous, heavy breasts bounced in front of him, and he buried his face between them, drinking in her scent. He licked a path between them and felt her shudder.
One hand clutched at his head, her nails scraping his scalp, and Orek snarled, dragging his fangs against the curve of a breast.
Pressure built at his lower back, and his stones drew up tight.
He was too close, too desperate to last long. Surrounded by her heat and scent, Orek roared his release into the glowing blue cavern, his pleasure echoing off the walls. The echoes faded long before Orek’s pleasure, every drag of Sorcha’s skin against his pulling more spend, more pleasure from him. More than he could comprehend. More than he ever hoped for.
With a huff, his limbs went slack and his grip on her gentled. He kneaded her flesh, keeping time to the content beat of his heart.
A keening sound escaped her throat, and Orek looked up from where his green thumb had been tracing patterns on her flank to see her face pinched with unfulfilled need.
The bottom dropped out of his stomach.
She hadn’t peaked.
Bitter failure burned his tongue, but before he could say anything, Sorcha took his hand in hers and brought it to her breast. She filled his palm with it, and he groaned to feel the hardened pebble of her nipple digging into his hand.
“Show me what you need,” he demanded.
Sorcha moaned, tossing her curls over her shoulder as she leaned back. Her spine arched, pressing her breast fully into his hand and tucking her burning cunt up against his semi-hard length.
“Tell me what you imagined,” she said, her breathy words arrowing straight to his cock.
Orek rumbled a lusty purr as his hand kneaded and plumped her breast. He thumbed her nipple, rolling it beneath the pad.
Did she really want to know all the wicked, debauched things he’d imagine doing with her?
“You want me to tell you how I thought about spreading you across my furs and not letting you up until morning?”
“Yes!” she keened, hips bearing down on his.
“You want to know how I dream of sucking on these perfect breasts every time you bend over me?”
A choked sound left her as she rolled her hips, gaining speed. “That’s why I did it.”
Her words almost gave him pause—why she did it—but he was too enraptured with the sight of her taking her pleasure, using him to do it.
