Page 50 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

I glance at Morg to find him grinning, his sharp teeth sinking into his lower lip. He’s so handsome, my breath stalls for a moment, but I know he’s planning something from the wicked gleam in his eyes.

Torren sets a steady rhythm that pounds me into the bed with every heavy thrust. My senses are already on edge, my legs trembling from a deep-seated knowledge that this male will ruin me. I’m almost afraid of how intense the climax will be if he’s already got me feeling like this, like I would die if he ever left me. Every stroke of his thick cock drags over that delicious button deep in my pussy, and I cling to him in desperation, my nails digging into his back.

That only seems to spur him on. He fits his hand between us and quickens his pace, so his calloused fingertips slip and slide over my pearl with every thrust of his hips. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed—I don’t want to fall over the edge without him, and if I can just hold on a tiny bit longer…

“Open your eyes, Jasmine,” Torren growls. “Look at me when you come. I want to see you, sweetheart.”

I force myself to obey, and his feral expression all but sends me hurtling into my climax. He looks obsessed, lips peeled back in a snarl, focused on me, only on me, so much so that he doesn’t see Morg inching closer…

“Ah!”

His entire body jerks, his rhythm stuttering. Morg grins from behind his back, one hand between Torren’s legs.

“Fuck!” Torren glares over his shoulder at the younger orc. “Are you trying to kill me?”

I can’t see exactly what Morg is doing, but his fingers brush over the spot where Torren and I are joined before his touch disappears again. He must be holding on to Torren’s balls—or toying with his ass—and it’s making my mate wild.

“Should I stop?” Morg purrs, fitting himself against Torren’s back. “One word, Torren, and I’ll stop touching you. I’ll never touch you again if you don’t want me to, and we’ll share Jasmine without it. I can do that.”

Torren’s eyes go wide, and his mouth opens on a silent gasp. I put my hands on his chest, tracing the strong lines of his collarbones. He glances down at me, shock and desire meeting in his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” he rasps finally, throwing a frown at Morg. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

His next thrust is harder than before, nudging me up the bed. Torren grabs my hips with both hands to stop me from moving, then fucks me with deep, long strokes that reach the very end of me, incomparable in their intensity. Trembling at the edge of my release, I slide my hand down my belly and slip two fingers over my pearl, needing to be there with him.

Whatever Morg is doing, Torren is losing all control over it, and it’s delicious. His big chest heaves with fast, panting breaths. He pounds into me, unrestrained. I’m so focused on him that I miss the telltale signs that my climax is near, and it surprises me, towing me under completely.

My fingers freeze on my pearl, and I come, letting out a breathless gasp. All the muscles in my body tense up in the most amazing way, then relax completely as bliss spreads through my limbs. Torren’s thrusts have slowed, and he stares down at me, enjoying the squeezing of my inner muscles, but now he pushes gently forward, pressing in until I take his knot.

His mouth falls open, eyes flaring wide. I clench down instinctually, my pussy clamping around the new intrusion. Then he bows his back, curls over me, and comes, the strength of his release sending me into another peak. Pleasure feels different this time, slower and darker, stretching between us like honey.

From behind Torren’s back, Morg smiles at me, pushing his sweaty short hair from his forehead. “Fuck, that was good. Torren, did it feel good to have your ass teased? You can do it to me next time we fuck.”

I giggle, then cover my mouth with my palm. So that’s what he’d been doing? From how amazing that felt when Torren did it to me, I assume Torren enjoyed it was well.

But he still hasn’t said a word. He leans down to press a kiss to my lips, his tongue swiping over my lower lip. Then he looks me in the eyes as if to check that I’m all right. I give him a watery, tremulous smile—I’m still so full of feelings and sensations, I’m having trouble keeping back the tears. He brushes away a stray one that runs down my temple, then kisses me again, languid and unhurried.

Finally, he half turns to glare at Morg and barks, “Aye, you’ll pay for that.” Then he shakes his head and admits, “I cannot even describe it. The sensations were just so much more intense, and then you took my knot…”

He huffs out a breath, then gently maneuvers me so we both lie on our sides. Morg rises to turn down the lantern, then slips under the covers behind me. I’m still attached to Torren, but with Morg’s hard cock nestled against my ass, I can’t stop the delighted shiver that courses through my body.

“Gods,” Torren groans. “If you keep squeezing me like that, we’ll never detach.”

I laugh, burying my face in his chest. “Oh, I can think of worse fates than that.”

Chapter

Eighteen

In the days that follow, we don’t leave Torren’s room a whole lot. After I expressed my worry over taking time off when I’d just started working with Mara, Torren and Morg comforted me by telling me that this is quite usual with newly mated couples. Still, I was concerned, so I met Mara in her office to apologize, and she sent me away just as quickly, saying I was absolutely excused until the first fever burned off. She even had someone drop off food for us so we didn’t have to venture out to the great hall, and with that gesture, she became my favorite person in the Hill—apart from my two mates, of course.

I couldn’t explain why I was so ravenous for them, but we finally theorized that having two mates just compounded the usual effect of a mating bond snapping into place. If couples were insatiable after they first became mated, fucking often and with great enthusiasm, as Torren expressed himself, it made sense that our situation was an enhanced version of that.

But after several days, I mustered enough will to sit at Torren’s writing desk and write my parents a letter to let them know where I’d ended up. I apologized for leaving them so abruptly—but not for my decision to go out on my own, nor my choice of life mates. The next morning, I gave the letter to Korr and Ivy, who were going on a hunting trip in the direction of my old village and agreed to take the letter to my parents.

That was almost a week ago, and I’ve watched for their arrival every evening since, worried about my parents’ reaction. So when I spot Korr’s tall form at the entrance to the great hall, I stand from the bench where Torren, Morg, and I are having dinner, and wave at my friends across the hall.

Ivy rushes toward me and wraps me in a tight embrace. Her hands are still cold from outside, and her clothes smell of the wind and woodsmoke, but she clings on to me fiercely, so I hug her back, already dreading the news.

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