Page 43 of Grumpy Pucking Orc
Jordan let out a breathy laugh and reached behind her back. “It clasps in the back. Then slides off my shoulders.”
She did just that, releasing a pair of treasures that made my breath catch in my throat. Orc females…women, were known for large breasts that overflowed an orc’s palms. Jordan’s were small and firm. They curved upward with dark rose-colored nipples and a faint network of blue veins showing through the pale skin.
With a cool fingertip, she traced a line across my collarbone and down my sternum to tug at my waistband. “Take these off.”
I obeyed, scooting off the bed to drop my pants and free my hand-axe before climbing back on the mattress to straddle her. “Your turn.”
I wasn’t about to let her up, so I took charge. Unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, I slid them off her hips only to realize I hadn’t yet removed her footwear.
Jordan giggled. “Let me?—”
“No.” I fumbled around the tall boots, finally finding the zipper and removing them one at a time. Then I proceeded to take off her pants and her socks. Then the gorgeous blue lace garments that were the only fabric remaining between me and her soft skin.
“You’re gorgeous,” she murmured, running a hand down my chest once I’d made my way back onto the bed.
Shewas gorgeous, all creamy skin and lean muscle. I traced a finger across her collarbone, then leaned forward to kiss her. Not the slightest bit shy, Jordan gripped my waist with her hands, then wrapped her legs around my hips. My kiss deepened as I invaded her mouth with my tongue. But there was so much more of Jordan that I wanted to taste, that I wanted to touch. Breaking off my kiss, I brushed my tusks along her cheeks, nuzzling her as I inhaled her warm scent. Then I kissed down the soft skin of her neck, my tongue gently tasting her.
Her legs tightened around me and she lifted her hips off the bed, wiggling in an attempt to align herselfwith my hand-axe.
“No. Not yet.” I’d meant that to be teasingly stern, but instead my breathy voice came out as pleading instead.
She laughed, but lowered her hips, her hands exploring my waist and abdomen as I made my way down her body, taking in her taste, her scent, and the texture of her skin.
With my hand on the small of her back, I pulled her close and knelt between her legs. She gasped as my tongue traced her slit, arching herself against me. Slowly, I explored her, noting every reaction and memorizing her most sensitive spots as well as whether those areas preferred a firm or feather-light touch. The taste of her was intoxicating, but it was her gasps and whimpers that drove all other thoughts from my mind but to bring her joy, to make her come against my tongue and fingers.
“Ozar!” She squirmed against me, arching her back. “I’m so close. Please. Please.”
There was no denying her. Without hesitation, I moved my mouth to her nub, and swirled it with my tongue, licking and tasting. Then with my tongue on her clit, I plunged into her depths with my fingers, curling them slightly as I moved them in and out. She moaned, her legs shaking, tightening against the sides of my head. Then her muscles tightened around my fingers and with a strong pull of my mouth against her nub, the orgasm rolled through her. She shattered beneath me with a cry.
I paused, not wanting to overwhelm all the sensitive areas but anxious to make her come again. And again. I could do this all night. I could do this for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy. She was so warm and wet, and even though my balls ached with need, I was satisfied.
“Grumem-esch-ach metanekan schlonakanap-tsknt,” I told her, meaning every word.
She blinked down at me, then reached her fingers tomy shoulders, urging me up along her body. I complied, feeling myself throb as she kissed me, her hands skating along my hips before moving between us.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, stretching her arms to slide her fingers along the shaft of my hand-axe.
“I want you to come many more times before.” The protest wavered, my vision going white as her nimble fingers circled the head of my hand-axe.
“I want you inside me, and you’re too much of a gentleman orc to deny a woman what she wants.”
That saucy little smile on her face, her fingers on me, the smell of her sex surrounding me… She was right. I could never deny her what she wanted. Never.
So, I eased slowly into her, pulling out a little to tease her. At her protest, I slid all the way in until my pelvis touched hers. She clenched around me, her tightness, her heat embracing me.
I felt the strands of the mating bond strengthen, becoming ropes of steel that could never be broken. We were one. She was my mate. Mine.
My hands gripped her hips as I moved, slowly, then faster as she urged me on. Her hands gripped my waist, firmly at first, then with a frantic pressure that drove her nails into my skin.
Her moans, whimpers, breathy incoherent words intensified my already wild desire for her. With a final, erratic thrust, we both slid over the edge. The world around me disappeared, and all I knew was her—my love, my mate, the one who would forever hold me, body, heart, and soul.
Chapter 18
Jordan
Ilay there, spent and drowsy, floating in a haze of affection and sexual bliss, curled up in Ozar’s arms. I snuggled against his chest, breathing in his scent, then traced the big scar across his ribs. The muscles jumped under my light touch, and I smiled to know he was ticklish there.
“How did you get this?” I asked, my voice low and husky as though we were trying to be unnoticed, hiding away from the world.
