Page 87 of The Orc Chief's Baker
“That’s horrible. You were only trying to help.” Trinia’s chest went tight.
But Brovdir just shrugged. “Brothers didn’t know. Just wanted to save their kin. Only one to blame is father who sold her, and brothers took care of him. Heard them talking as they escaped.”
“She didn’t even try to help you?”
“She did. She screamed Karthoc’s name for me. He’d never have found me in time if she hadn’t.”
Her brows furrowed. “And let me guess, they took the boons with them too?”
His eyes went wide, and his brows went up, and his head did an adorable tilt that made his shaggy hair fall over his forehead. “Of course. It was a misunderstanding. I did not wish for them to starve for that.”
The gracious words combined with the adorable, wide-eyed, puppy-like expression made Trinia’s heart swell. Warmth bloomed from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes, and the urge to cling to this orc was almost overwhelming.
“I’m...” She couldn’t think of the right words, so she leaned down and kissed him.
That seemed better for him than words anyway. She could feel his smile under her lips. His body relaxed and the hold on her waist tightened, and he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to deepen the kiss.
Fades, she felt like she was drowning. Her head was all muddled up, and she didn’t want to stop. She moved up to straddle his torso while still dueling with his tongue and he let out a low, pleased groan that rumbled through her until her pussy clenched.
He broke off first by cupping her face in his huge, warm hands and pulling her back slightly. His eyes searched hers and his lips parted like he was in disbelief.
She adjusted until she could feel the swell of his cock against her ass. He hissed out a breath as she squirmed against it. “We... we should finish things up.”
They should. She’d lost her bakery. None of her friends could take her in indefinitely, and she had no other resources by which she could trade for a new home.
He reached up to pull her close again. Back into his strength and warmth. Her breath left her as his touch eased away the pain of her loss and thrumming anticipation took its place. Just one look from his dark eyes and her toes were curling.
He pulled her head down and kissed the world out of her. Surrounded her in heat. His tongue smacked, licked, and swirled around hers until she was almost boneless.
But her mind flashed back to the night before and how generous he’d been. How good he’d made her feel. She wanted to reward him, let him concentrate on his own pleasure and not think about pleasing her. She pulled back to look into his eyes. “Grip the sheets, Brovdir.”
His eyes shot wide, and his hands moved away from her waist, down to the bedding without preamble. He tipped his head adorably again, and she grinned. He was so obedient.
“You really do like taking orders, don’t you?”
His cheeks flushed a brighter green and being embarrassed was the last thing she wanted him to feel.
“I like it.” She leaned in to kiss the bridge of his nose. “You know you can say ‘no,’ don’t you?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“I know... I know that this is just business.” Her throat constricted around the words, and she hid her tension by trailing more kisses down his throat. Right over the scar. “But it might be fun to play a bit, if you’re willing?”
He hissed. The sound was laced with deep pleasure, and he murmured, “Yes, anything you desire.”
A tingle of sheer delight coursed down her spine, and heat pulsed between her legs. Three little words and she was already sohot.
“In that case,” she said slowly as she crawled down his body. His head lifted to watch her, but his hands never left the bedding.
She could feel how huge and hard his cock was as she adjusted, but nothing prepared her for the sight of it.
Fades help her. He really was massive. She got on her knees next to him and wondered how she’d been able to take him so easily. He was larger than she could fit her fingers around. The tip was a much darker green than the shaft. She reached out and stroked him with her thumb, starting from the top, teasing under the head, and tracing the veins down his shaft. They pulsed with the frantic beat of his heart.
“Trinia,” Brovdir gasped.
“Want me to stop?” She searched his face, but all she saw there was pleasure.
He swallowed hard and shook his head.
