Page 156 of The Orc's Captive Bride
His hips jerked erratically, his breath coming in harsh pants. The possessive growls deepened, until he finally broke with a hoarse cry, his release hot and salty against her tongue. She swallowed as much as she could but there was just so much and it dripped down onto her breasts as she gentled him, stroking his thighs, his hips, the sensitive skin beneath his knot as she licked up the last of his release.
He stumbled back, dropping to his knees in the grass before her. His chest heaved, his eyes still pure black. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed kisses to his sweat-damp skin.
“Thea,” he said again, his voice raw. “You shouldn’t have… I didn’t want…”
“Stop it,” she whispered. “That was for me as much as it was for you.”
He tightened his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body, burying his face in her neck. She could feel the frantic pounding of his heart against her breast.
“I want you,” he said thickly. “All of you. Now.”
“Good,” she whispered, and he laid her back in the grass, his hands already working on her body as his mouth claimed hers. Slickness covered her breasts and she realized he was massaging his seed into her skin before his fingers tugged urgently at her nipples. He wasn’t being gentle, but she didn’t want gentle, she wanted fast and hard and powerful. She wanted him to lose control with her. He slid his hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside her with no preamble.
She gasped, arching up into his touch as he stretched and filled her. It felt like heaven, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
He added a third finger, his thumb rubbing tight circles around her clit, and she splintered apart with a soft cry. He didn’t stop, working her through the orgasm until she was trembling and writhing beneath him, until she was so sensitive she thought she might die from the pleasure.
“Khorrek,” she gasped. “Please.”
He moved up her body, his knees parting her thighs, his body a hot weight that pinned her in the most wonderful way possible. He braced himself on his elbows, his huge erection nudging against her slick entrance.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she agreed, without an instant’s hesitation.
He drove into her with a single, powerful thrust that stole her breath. He was big, stretching her almost to the point of pain, but it was an exquisite counterpoint to the pleasure of being so full, his knot pressed tight against her entrance.
“Too much?” he asked, his voice strained.
“No,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He groaned, a sound of relief and overwhelming need and began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built a fire inside her. Each withdrawal left her empty and wanting, each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to meet him, wanting more, needing more.
She felt him begin to lose control, his rhythm growing faster, harder, more urgent, his thick cock pistoning into her, his heavy balls slapping against her with each stroke. His hands tangled in her hair, his mouth finding hers again in a desperate, devouring kiss.
This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. To be possessed, taken, claimed by the male who had come to mean everything to her.
His knot began to swell, stretching her further, and she shuddered through another orgasm, her body milking his cock as his movements became more urgent. He looked down at her, his eyes still black with his Beast, his expression fierce and possessive.
“Mine,” he growled, and drove into her one last time, burying himself deep as his knot locked them together. He came with a roar, his hot seed flooding her, claiming her from the inside out. It felt like coming home. Like finding a piece of herself she hadn’t even known was missing.
He collapsed beside her, but he didn’t pull out. They remained locked together, his knot keeping them joined. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him, and tucked her head under his chin. Her body was sore and sated, her mind blissfully quiet.
For a long time they lay there, tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal, the sweat cooling on their skin. The stars wheeled overhead, indifferent and eternal.
She traced idle patterns on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.
“Are we doing the right thing?” The question escaped before she could stop it and she felt him tense.
“What do you mean?”
“This. All of this.” She gestured vaguely toward the distant camp. “Riding toward a ritual I barely understand. Trusting in gods I didn’t believe in a month ago. Risking everything on faith and instinct.”
His arms tightened around her.
“Yes. We’re doing the right thing.”
“How can you be sure?”
