Page 67 of The Orc's Sweetheart
“Congratulations! This was such a beautiful ceremony! I’m Maisie, Richard and Annamae’s niece.” I recognize Maisiefrom the hospital and remember she moved to the island to help out at The Flowering Teapot. Annamae hasn’t regained full strength in her injured arm yet, so I guess Maisie will be sticking around for a while.
I shake her hand. “Thank you so much. We’re so happy you came. I guess I also have you to thank for helping with the delicious cake and other treats?”
Maisie’s face lights up. “Yes. I found a grove of tangerine trees close to Uncle Richard’s house and was inspired to create something light and fresh for your ceremony. My taste runs a little, some will say eccentric, but I like to call it adventurous.”
I bite my smile back, because I was quite surprised by the unexpected flavor combination. “It was great, very memorable.”
Maisie claps her hands and her smile magnifies. “Thank you! I added coffee and cinnamon to the tangerine base. It’s delightful, isn’t it?”
Bodin saves me from trying to find a suitable response, and replies diplomatically, “Can’t wait to visit the bakery and try some more of your adventurous creations.”
We make small talk for another minute or so, before Bodin dips down and sucks on my neck, the action working like a straight shot to my pussy. I gasp and my knees go weak, the tiny scrap of underwear I put on today getting more and more damp with every added touch from him.
Bodin’s hand digs into my soft hips as he holds me up, his warm breath fanning against my ear. “We have to go. Right now. If I don’t get you behind a door and naked within the next few minutes, I’m going to fuck you right here on the beach in front of everyone.”
I don’t hesitate for one second. “Let’s go.”
Bodin scoops me up and marches through the white sand like there’s a fire licking at his heels. As we make our way across the beach, our guests applaud and whistle, shouting well-wishes mixed with very salacious commentary I’m kind of taking note of. I throw my bouquet into the crowd and a stunned Audrey catches it—accidentally. I laugh at the freaked-out look on her face. One might think I just threw a scorpion at her or something.
When we’re out of sight, I start nipping at Bodin’s throat, licking, sucking, biting. I tighten my hold on his hair and tilt his head until my lips brush against the shell of his ear.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. To have our claiming consummated and being rutted into for three days is something I’ve dreamed about since I met you.”
Bodin groans and almost misses a step, but he quickly finds his footing and runs faster toward home, unable to form any coherent sentences anymore as I keep up my sweet torture with filthy suggestions of what I want him to do to me.
For the next few days, I’ll be a fuck toy. Bodin’s very willing fuck toy.
Our whole house is already stocked with water and food. There are spare sheets and lots of goodies scattered throughout the house, all prepared by Calixta and Beryl.
Before the ceremony, my two new sisters took me for a drink at The Singing Seahorse and double-checked that I knew what to expect from the next couple of days. I like that they worry about me, but there’s no need. I’m more than ready.
Bodin and I have pretty much been fused together, fucking at every opportunity we can, since Cape Easton. He mentioned something about the rut being a marathon and that I need to work up to it.
I take my training very seriously.
When the cottage comes into view, Bodin puts on a burst of speed down the cobbled path, then suddenly, my back meets the door. I feel behind me, trying to find the knob so I can open it, but there’s no more waiting.
My entire body hums with anticipation, my clit throbbing, my senses heightened until I can only see my husband.Mine.
Bodin shifts me so only his hips are holding me up, my feet dangling off the ground, his hands free to roam and his lips ready to taste.
“Mine,” he growls in a voice so deep it rumbles like the warning of a volcano. “My wife.” He dips his head down and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss, a branding, a kiss that’s filled with filthy promises, a kiss I’ll never forget.
I return his kiss eagerly, our tongues dueling, letting him know I’m his just as much as he’s mine. There’s nothing tentative about us now, no more searching, never wondering again, only certainty.
His voice pure primal need, Bodin demands against my mouth, “Open the door, Matilda. Inside. Now.”
My hand fumbles behind me as Bodin kneads my breasts, my thighs, my ass. My breaths are shallow, his labored, our hunger for each other our only priority.
The knob finally turns in my hand and we stumble inside, mouths still fused together. On his next step, his foot catcheson the stack of bottled water next to the entry way. We start tumbling toward the cold stone floor, but Bodin flips us, landing on his back with a loud “oof” and me on top of him.
“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to move off him.
Bodin tightens his hands on me. “Fine. Can’t wait. Need you.” He bundles the skirt of my dress and shoves it higher until he’s staring at the evidence of my desire for him. “Sit on my face, Matilda Terral. Soak your husband’s beard.”
Hearing that raw need, that edge of feral creeping into his tone as he says my new name, has me obedient and moving up his body until I’m kneeling over his face.
Bodin fists the gusset of my soaked thong and pulls it down, the sides digging into my skin before they snap, ripping it from my body.
