Page 94 of Halfling
Orek drank from her until drunk, senses gone blind to anything but her. He lived for her moans and sighs, waited for her shudders and shivers.
He kissed his way from her nub to her cunt, hungry for more. Ringing her entrance, he pushed his tongue inside, greedy for the source.
Her muscles fluttered around him, and the hand in his hair tightened.
“Orek—” she choked. “Inside this time.”
Ears ringing, Orek lifted his head. She trembled beneath him, hair wild above her, nipples hard and pouting.
His heart kicked in his chest.
Take her. Take your female. Make her your mate.
With one last kiss to her core, he pressed a few more into her thigh and inside of her knee before hooking her leg around his hip.
Panting, hands shaking, Orek gripped his cock by the root and ran it over her soaked slit.
He hissed, baring his fangs. “Fuck, you feel too good.”
“You feel perfect.”
He dragged his cock over her again, aware that it was much larger than two fingers. But he couldn’t stop himself from coating his cock in her slick and fitting the flared head to her entrance. He couldn’t stop himself from holding his breath and pushing inside, past that first ring of muscle.
All the breath left his lungs in a groan, and Orek fell forward, just catching himself on an elbow. Sorcha dug her hands into the meat of his flanks and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. It drew him a little deeper inside, and she throbbed around him.
Fates, so good—
His mouth found hers and he kissed her with all that he was, desperate to claim all that she was.
Need to tell her about the mate-bond.
The thought skittered across his mind like dragonflies on a pond, small and iridescent. He should warn her what this would mean, that no matter what happened once they left this cave, he’d forever be tied to her. Whether she wanted him for a mate or not, he would live his life for her.
But all he managed was, “Are you sure?” in a hot rasp against her throat.
Sorcha sighed and pressed kisses into his skin. “Yes.” And she lifted his face so he was looking at her when she said, “I want you and your big green cock.”
Hers. I’m hers.
Orek claimed her mouth as he thrust inside. He worked his cock deeper with every stroke, seared with pleasure at every drag from her body and slide back in.
She pulsed around him, welcomed him inside. Her cunt clutched him tighter than a fist, stealing the air from his lungs and the heart from his chest.
Fangs bared, Orek held himself on his elbows, took her face between his hands, and pounded inside. Sorcha gasped, writhing beneath him, but he wouldn’t let her move, kept her captive with every thrust and drag. Her fingers dug into his backside, and his hips lashed against hers, deeper, wanting deeper, alwaysdeeper.
He rolled like an earthquake above her, a roaring purr unleashed in his chest. He pumped himself to the root, seating himself inside her, where he wanted always to be. Her nails raked up his back, a scrape of pain that shot straight to his cock.
Nerves alighted across his body, a frisson of pure pleasure he’d never felt before, never even dreamed before.
She stiffened beneath him, a whimper caught in her throat as she came apart. He kept her gaze as she fluttered and throbbed around him, drowning in the darkness of her pupils blown wide. Her mouth opened on a silent wail, and her back bowed, crushing her breasts to his chest.
“Perfect,” he growled against her lips, “you’re so perfect.”
And mine. My female. My mate.
He’d thought to warn her of the mate-bond because even though it usually took pairs an extended period to form a lasting one, he knew as soon as she’d emerged from the shadows beside the pool that it would only take the once. One time with Sorcha and he’d be hers, irrevocably.
Want to be hers.
