Page 95 of Halfling
With one last thrust, he drove himself to the root inside his mate, cock throbbing as he lashed her with ropes of spend. The wet slap of their bodies echoed as the pressure grew taut at his back and his stones drew up tight. He roared into the cave, making the stalactites shake and the fire shudder.
The pleasure went almost painful, battering him on all sides, breaking him down and reforming him again.
He collapsed over his mate, and she welcomed him into her arms. Orek buried his face in her fragrant hair and breathed her in.
Mine,the beast inside him declared.Mine.
Sorcha might have blushed at just how slick and warm she was between the legs were she not so thoroughly sated. She also might have at the ache in her quim, too, were she not planning on having her wicked way with her halfling again soon.
Tucked into Orek’s side, with the fire at her back and his big, warm chest under her cheek, Sorcha was far too happy to be embarrassed or timid anymore.
They lay in comfortable, lazy silence, listening to the fire crackle and Darrah’s soft snores. Sorcha ran her fingers across Orek’s chest, tracing each freckle and scar she found. She felt the ripples of his abdomen and tight muscle of his lower belly but stopped just before she came across the heavy cock laying against his thigh.
She’d finally gotten her first good look at it as he’d tenderly cleaned her after their lovemaking. It astonished her that he’d fit, honestly, but the sweet ache he’d left behind was proof she’d taken him—and wanted to again.
Sorcha had finally had a taste of her shy, noble halfling and wanted more.
His fingers trailed over her skin in lazy patterns. In languid touches he petted her hair and massaged her scalp, and her eyes nearly rolled back in bliss. The thumb of his other hand stroked her knee where he held it, her leg thrown over his.
He couldn’t stop touching her and sheloved it.
She burrowed further against his side, running her nose along his chest and inhaling a lungful of his scent—a deep musk of pine and woodsmoke and male. Fates, even his smell had her quim clenching with want.
He was a danger to womankind everywhere and had no idea.
An evil little grin teased her lips. She was happy for womankind to remain ignorant and keep this amazing man all to herself.
“How do you feel?” she asked, tilting her chin up to see his face.
He made a considering huff, the sound vibrating under her hand and cheek. “Like I could lay here forever or run up a mountain.”
Sorcha squirmed with pride. “I’m flattered. Though I’d prefer the former.”
His hands clasped her tighter, drawing her leg up his belly. “Oh, I’m not letting you anywhere for a long while. I like you in my furs too much.”
“Good.” She kissed his chest and leaned up enough to smile down at him. “I’m honored, you know. To get to be the one you chose.” She knew this must mean something to him, and her heart stung to think he’d had so little affection and pleasure before. Sorcha intended to give him as much as he could stand.
His nostrils flared and pupils blew wide as he gazed up at her. His hand strayed back into her curls, tucking a lock behind her ear.
“You are all I want,” he murmured, voice thick.
Something warm and heavy passed between them, a spark that was somehow both exhilarating and comforting, an adventure and coming home all at once.
She dropped her head to kiss him, sealing that something between them.
It was a long while before she picked up her head again. Orek watched her with hooded, satisfied eyes as she traced a finger over his strong chin and the sharp cut of his nose.
“I’m honored and relieved,” she amended. “I don’t think my pride could’ve taken much more.”
Orek’s brows began to knit together. “What do you mean?”
“A woman can only shove her tits in a man’s face so many times to no effect before she starts to feel rejected.”
Orek went perfectly still under her and his eyes so wide they rimmed in white.
“You—” he choked. “You were—”
“Flirting, yes. Sort of. Maybe not very well.”
