Page 22 of The Cauldronball Run
Her breath caught like she’d been waiting her whole life to hear those words.She slid across the seat, closing the distance until her thigh pressed against his.In the close confines of the cab, she was suddenly everywhere—her scent filling his lungs, her warmth searing into his skin.
“I want to fuck you too,” she whispered, and before he could answer, her mouth was on his.
It wasn’t gentle.Her lips crashed against his with a hunger that shocked him, tongue sliding past his defenses like she owned him already.His tusks grazed her lower lip, and he jerked back, terrified he’d cut her.
“Careful,” he rasped.
Farrah only smiled, breathless and flushed.“I like dangerous.”She tilted her head, deliberately dragging her lip against the sharp edge of one tusk.“See?”
A sound tore from his chest, half-growl, half-plea, and he hauled her back against him, mouth slanting over hers.This time the kiss devoured—deep, claiming, like he could consume her and never be full.Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan, and he realized he wasn’t the only one starving.
Her small body wriggled closer, sliding into his lap until she was straddling him.The steering wheel pressed into her back, but she didn’t seem to care.She was grinding against the thick ridge of his cock.Even through their clothes, the friction had his vision tunneling.
“Gods, you feel good,” he panted against her mouth.His big hands spanned her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.“So fucking soft.So small.”
“Not too small,” she shot back, rocking her hips harder against him.Her breath hitched when his cock shifted beneath her.“Big enough to take you.”
The words nearly undid him.He kissed her again, rougher this time, until she gasped into his mouth.His tongue tangled with hers, tasting, teasing, claiming.Every moan she made vibrated through his chest like a promise.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him closer.His control frayed.He pressed his mouth to her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then let his tusks trace the delicate column of her neck.
Farrah shivered violently.“Do that again.”
He did, dragging the blunt tips along her pulse point until her pulse thundered against them.Her thighs tightened around his hips, grinding harder, and her scent filled the cab—sweet, aroused, unmistakable.His orc instincts howled.He shifted, big hands gripping her thighs to move her.But the ambulance was too cramped, the seat too narrow.She laughed breathlessly against his mouth.“Back.Get us in the back.”
It broke the spell just enough for him to realize where they were—parked at a rest stop, anyone could see his woman.His heart slammed.No.She was for his eyes only.He growled, low and dangerous, “Yes.”
They tumbled through the partition, J.J.ducking under the low ceiling.He pressed her against the nearest counter, his mouth still devouring hers.Her shirt rode up under his hands, and he finally felt the smooth heat of her skin.
“Orc,” she gasped, tugging at his belt, “you’re overdressed.”
He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring her swollen lips.“Careful what you wish for, witch.”
Her grin was pure fire.“Oh, I’m careful.I want everything.”
The words struck something deep, something older than language.A bond pulsed between them, hot and insistent, and J.J.knew with bone-deep certainty that this was it.This woman.This witch.His.
Her hips rocked against his thigh and the friction made her gasp.His answering growl rumbled into her mouth as his big hands clamped around her waist, holding her tight but not stopping her.“Keep moving, little witch.I've been wanting this since the diner."
"Me too.Do you have any idea how you look in uniform?"
J.J.had to laugh at that."Like a monster trying to play EMT?"
"Like a man who saves lives for a living and could protect me from anything."Farrah's hands were working at his belt now."Like someone I could trust with everything."
The words shook him.
"Farrah," he started to say, but she silenced him with another kiss.
"So big," she murmured.
J.J.tried to be gentle, tried to remember that Farrah was human and delicate, but she was having none of it.Her nails scraped down his back as she pulled him closer.When he pulled off her shirt and ripped off her bra, she arched against him with a gasp that made his vision go dark around the edges.
"Go slow," he growled against her neck, his tusks grazing her breasts."I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," she breathed, then shivered as his tusks rubbed over her nipples.
He sucked on one pouting nipple, then the other, marking her with the faintest pressure.She tasted like salt and sweetness, and when he breathed in, her scent filled his lungs.It made every orcish instinct roar to life.His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, and she made a sound that was half-moan, half-plea.
