Page 10 of How the Orc Stole Christmas
She arched in my arms, my cock sinking a little deeper with every movement. “I don’t know if I’m built that way.”
“You’re perfect,” I vowed.
She was so tight, so perfect around me that I had to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust deep. Slowly, I slid all the way, letting her adjust to me. When her hips shifted restlessly below mine, I knew she was ready for more.
“Please,” she begged, and I moved.
The sight of her taking all of me, accepting me completely, was almost too much. I established a steady rhythm, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but there was only pleasure. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I lost myself in the feeling of her.
When she started to tighten around me, her breath coming in short gasps, I reached between us to touch her again. She came apart with my name on her lips, her inner walls clenching around me, and I followed her over the edge with a roar that she muffled with her kiss.
Afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets with the fire casting shadows on the wall, I held her close and knew with absolute certainty that I would never let her go. She was my mate, my perfect match, and I had been a fool to fight it for so long.
She nuzzled against my chest, already half asleep, and murmured, “The biscuits really were terrible, weren't they?”
I laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Yes, but I wouldn't change a thing about this night.”
CHAPTER SIX
JULES
“Someone got lucky last night,” Olivia said with a sly smile.
I was sitting with the other women around the communal fire trying to learn the traditional breakfast mash and making a complete mess of it. Shannon and Caroline’s eyes grew wide, and they stopped their grinding of the grains, leaning forward eagerly.
“Do tell. Was it Bakh? Or Krothu?”
I flushed, my face heating that had nothing to do with the fire being so close. “It was Klas,” I muttered so low they had to lean forward to hear me.
“I knew it!” Olivia shrieked. “Get it, girl. That man is fine. A perfect orc daddy.”
“Oh my god, Olivia. Keep it down,” I hissed as several male orcs looked up from their place across the green where they were working on making weapons or something. I still wasn’t sure exactly what they were doing, but they were always busy with hunting, making weapons or training. And Klas was often in the middle of it, usually the training.
My eyes strayed across the expanse to where he stood with a few of the younger orcs, demonstrating hand-to-hand combattechniques. He was shirtless, only in his short pants, and a fine sheen of sweat covered him. My blood raced in my veins and I wanted to drag him back to my hut for some horizontal time. As if he sensed me watching, he turned and met my gaze with a scorching one of his own.
A chuckle from one of the ladies refocused me on the task at hand. “Damn, you two better get a room. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I would be now, just by that look!”
I blushed and stared at the lump of dough on the plate in front of me. It wasn’t smooth like everyone else’s, but rather lumpy and still looked like the grains. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this back to basics lifestyle.”
Olivia patted me on the back. “You’ll get there. It took me a while too.” She winced, moaned and pressed a hand to her lower back.
I immediately straightened. “Everything okay?”
She nodded, her face still lined with pain. “I’ve been getting these twinges in my back all morning. The baby wasn’t content with using my bladder as a kickball. Now he wants my spine.”
I nodded and began counting in my head. The conversation continued, of course, with a lot of teasing about me and Klas, and I saw Olivia wince again. “Another one?”
She nodded. I caught Caroline’s eye. She understood and slipped away to get the healer. I stood, brushing my skirt from the residual grains. At least I could skip today’s failure of a cooking lesson. “I think we need to go to your hut now. Caroline will get the healer. Shannon, can you find Kharag and Jarrus? It will be some time yet, but better to be prepared.”
Olivia paled. “Now? I’m not ready. We have more clothes to make, and a cradle, and we don’t even have a name picked out!”
I firmly took her arm and began leading her to the hut. “Well, the baby doesn’t really care about any of that, does he? Or she? I guess you’re about to find out.”
The baby came several hours later in a wail of tears and angry squalls. He was green like his daddy, the orc Kharag, with jet black hair, cute pointy ears, and the tiniest little tusks ever seen. I cleaned up the baby and Olivia and left the family cooing over their new addition.
I stepped outside the hut and stretched, my muscles all sore from the hours spent tense and seated with Olivia. The cool night air was refreshing after the warmth inside the hut and I was grateful to be outside. The crowds who had waited for news had dispersed once Kharag had announced the birth, so it was oddly quiet in the area.
“Everyone doing okay?”
