Page 136 of The Orc's Captive Bride
She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle, and he hit something inside her that made her gasp.
“There?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“Again,” she demanded.
He obliged, hitting that same spot with each thrust, and her pleasure built again, higher and sharper this time. She met him thrust for thrust as his speed increased, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. His control was slipping, his Beast rising to the surface, and she welcomed it. Wanted it.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Khorrek, harder.”
He growled her name, and his control shattered. His thrusts became powerful, almost brutal, but it was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She met his intensity, her nails digging into his back, her mouth clamping down on his shoulderto muffle her cries. His knot began to swell, stretching her further, and she splintered apart, her body clamping down on him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her release triggered his, and he drove into her one last time, burying himself deep as his knot locked them together. His hot seed flooded her, his body shuddering with the force of it and he muffled his roar against her shoulder.
They collapsed together. Tangled and sweating and perfect. Her mind was already drifting back towards sleep, but something was nagging at her. Something important.
The ritual. The binding. The way the glyphs?—
Her eyes snapped open.
“Oh my god.”
Khorrek stirred, instantly alert. “What? What’s wrong?”
“The stone circle.” She sat up, or rather she tried to, forgetting that their bodies were still locked together. He groaned and grabbed her hips to hold her in place but she was too excited to notice. “It’s not just a portal. It’s a nexus.”
“A what?”
“A convergence point. For the magical ley lines. That’s why Lasseran chose it as the summoning site. That’s why I ended up there specifically and not somewhere else. The magic is concentrated there. The prophecy said ‘She will stand between darkness and light.’ That’s not metaphorical. It’s literal. I need to perform the reversal ritual at the stone circle. At the exact point where the ley lines converge. I need to talk to Lyric-”
He made a sound, low and rumbling, and she realized he was… laughing.
Not loud. Not even really a laugh. More like a quiet chuckle. But it transformed his face, softening the harsh lines, and making him look younger. Almost… happy.
“What?” she demanded.
“You. Naked. Brilliant. Planning to save the world with ancient magic while impaled on my cock.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip. “I really need to talk to Lyric. How long is this going to last?”
“Hold perfectly still,” he ordered, and she did her best to obey, even though her mind was already racing through possibilities.
He finally gave a strangled groan, then gently lifted her off of him. She immediately jumped to her feet.
“I’ll need Lyric’s help. Her ability to sense the magical currents. And we’ll need precise timing. The full moon. The exact moment of peak alignment.”
“You might want to put on some clothes first,” he said, his face still soft.
“Oh.” She looked down at herself. “Right. Clothing would be good.”
“Probably wise. Unless you want to give the warriors something to talk about.”
She grabbed her shirt and started pulling it on. “I’ve never seen you laugh before.”
The amusement faded. “Haven’t had much to laugh about.”
“Well.” She finished dressing and found her glasses. “I’m going to make it my mission to change that. You have a nice laugh. You should use it more.”
She leaned over and kissed him quickly. “Come on. Help me find Lyric. I need to test my theory.”
“It’s the middle of the night.”
