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Fates, she truly wanted to know? Wanted the words?
He could deny her nothing.
“Every night lying beside you in that barn, all I wanted was to roll you under me and rip the clothes from your back. I wanted tofeaston you.”
Her hips snapped, working herself on him. Orek palmed her other breast, plucking at the pink, swollen nipples. She gasped when he ran his calluses over them, a delicious rasp that made her pulse so strongly he could feel it, too.
Breaths coming almost as quickly as hers, Orek rumbled, “Every time you’re near me, I want to grab you and lay you down and spread your legs andrut you. I want to make you scream my name as I feed my cock into your warm cunt. I want to see you come apart as I fuck you over and—”
On a gasp, Sorcha grabbed his wrists and wailed, hips slamming down on his thighs as she shuddered with release.
Orek watched in awe as she rode out her orgasm, her teeth clenched and head thrown back. The urge to nip the tendons in the graceful arch of her throat was strong, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare disturb the fuckingperfectionof Sorcha coming. He let her use him for her pleasure,just as a good mate should.
He caught her up in his arms once her peak had crested, Sorcha gone boneless against him. His cock had hardened again, but he could ignore it. All that mattered was the soft weight of his female on him.
The water of the pool settled, and Orek was content to hold his female. He traced patterns over her skin, learning her shape, every dip and curve and ridge. He loved the softness of her thighs, still splayed across him and trembling ever so slightly, and how beneath that softness was a core of strong muscle and bone. He loved the arch of her spine and the swells of her generous backside, more than a handful and lightly freckled just like her chest. And he very much liked the sight of his large green hands spanning across the peachy globes.
Orek kissed her forehead, trying to taste each freckle, as her fingers drew lazy circles over his skin.
He’d had an idea of what it was like to be lost in shattering pleasure; what he hadn’t known was the gratification of what came after. Holding Sorcha, feeling her comfortable and trusting…it was priceless.
And so was knowing he’d helped make her come apart with just his words and a hand—it almost defied belief. But he wanted to. Again. More. He wanted to give her pleasure in every way he could, with everything he had.
He’d had it once and needed more.
Once I’ve started, I won’t stop,he’d warned her. That was the nature of the mate-bond, wanting everything and giving all in return. It was the edge he’d been wary of tumbling over, but now he flung himself headlong off the precipice.
“Can I see you?” he said.
“I’m right here,” she mumbled against his chest.
That heart beating just beneath her cheek squeezed at the sight of her, drowsy and sated and lying against him. The beast inside him, usually snarling and aggressive, was quiet, pleased that his female was comfortable and safe in his arms.
“Allof you.”
Sorcha picked up her head to prop her chin on his chest. Her eyes were still half-mast and dreamy, but he didn’t miss the interested glint.
A slow smile spread across her face. “We’ll need a little more light.”
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Sorcha had protested, but Orek hadn’t listened. Making sure her legs were locked around his hips, he stood and stepped from the pool, his female clinging to him as he walked them back to the camp. She huffed in amusement and held herself up with her arms, her face even with his.
Perfect.
He claimed her lips in teasing kisses, tongue swiping across her lower lip. He had her wrapped around him and still couldn’t go a few moments without having more of her.
“Shouldn’t you watch where we’re going?” she asked, then kissed him again.
It took them a little while to make it back to camp, as he had to stop every few steps and claim another kiss. They finally returned only for Orek to find the fire already banked and the bedding piled into one large nest.
Warmth sparked in his chest, affection rolling through him in a sweet glide.
“You planned ahead,” he said.
Sorcha’s grin was lopsided. “I was determined.”
“You are an excellent seductress.”
