Page 37 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

“Yes,” I gasp. “Just—just hold me close.”

I’ve never done anything like this before. After reading a particularly racy novel from the lending library in secret, I’d explored my body enough to know that it was capable of pleasure, but those shivery, furtive delights can’t compare to what I’m already feeling now—and Morg hasn’t even touched me yet.

Morg wraps his arm tight around my waist. “I won’t let go. I promise.”

“Hold on to your skirts, Jasmine,” Torren instructs. “You’re so beautiful.”

He’s looking at both of us, and I think Morg knows it—he must know it, must see how passionate Torren is about this. The older orc might have avoided answering his own question, but I know he wants this with every fiber of his being.

Morg reaches between my legs without Torren’s instruction. “Oh, fuck, you’re wet. I didn’t expect you to be this wet, Jasmine. You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I lean my head back to look him in the eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Do you believe me now?”

Instead of answering, he leans down to kiss me. I soften in his arms, my body going limp as he invades my mouth and licks against my tongue. Then he rolls two fingers over my slick pearl, and I nearly come out of my skin.

“Oh!” I arch my back, chasing more contact. “Gods, why is this so intense?”

“Because he’s your mate,” Torren rasps. “He knows exactly what you need, Jasmine.”

I sense Morg’s attention is on the older orc and realize this is the first time Torren has said out loud that Morg is my mate, too.

“Torren,” Morg murmurs. “She feels so good.”

My other mate moves his chair a foot closer to the bed. “Tell me.”

Morg’s exhale brushes over the naked skin of my shoulder, a little unsteady. Then he says, “She’s so warm. Her lips are the softest thing I’ve ever touched.”

Torren keeps his gaze on my face, and I can’t avert my eyes. He grips the chair with both hands as if he’s barely keeping himself from reaching for me.

“How about her pussy?” he asks.

Slowly, Morg dips one thick finger into my core. It’s an awkward angle, and soon, there’s the pinch of pain I was expecting. I gasp, stiffening slightly in Morg’s arms, and he retreats immediately.

“Ah, love,” he murmurs against my ear. “We’ll have to take care of that before we can fuck.”

I swallow thickly. “I know. I’ve heard it’s best to just get it over with.” I look from him to Torren. “And I trust you. So…”

I motion with my hand to indicate that they can decide what’s best.

Torren lunges from his chair and kneels in front of me, between my spread legs. “I don’t know of a way to make it painless,” he says, staring at the spot where Morg is swirling his finger lightly over my pearl, not enough to really build up the pleasure, but not breaking the contact either. “But we can help you so it doesn’t hurt as much. Would you like that?”

I nod immediately. “I trust you,” I repeat. “Completely.”

Torren leans his forehead on my knee for a moment, his big shoulders shuddering.

Morg kisses my temple and whispers, “Thank you, love.” Then he taps Torren’s arm.

The older orc looks up at him.

“Together?” Morg asks.

“Aye,” Torren agrees. “Kiss her.”

Morg takes my chin with one hand and kisses me deeply. He moves his hand away from my pussy, and I want to protest, but then Torren nudges my knees wider apart, opening me to him. Morg leans farther back to give him access until we’re lying on the bed, my body spread on top of his. With surprisingly deft fingers, he undoes the laces of my gown and pushes my neckline lower, so my breasts pop free.

I gasp, instinctively reaching up to cover myself.

“Don’t,” Torren commands. “Morg will play with your nipples while I lick this beautiful pussy and make you come.”

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