Page 54 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

He laughs and supports my ass with one hand. “If you think I’m going to complain, you’re mistaken.”

Torren comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist. “You did it,” he praises me. “You dived in by yourself.”

I look around the still lake and relax slightly in Morg’s arms. “I suppose it’s not so bad, now that I’m in the water. But I can’t stay here for long. Humans aren’t made to be this chilled.”

Torren swipes his palms over my sides, then dips a hand between Morg and me and lowers it to my pussy. “Then we’d better make sure you’re clean.”

Biting back a sigh, I try to glower at him. “It’s only been half an hour. You can’t tell me you’re ready to go again.”

We haven’t even put away the blankets we’d spread on the grass to enjoy the warm sunshine. We just left them on the shore and dove for the lake to wash off the sticky residue of our lovemaking. I’d been worried about being so exposed outside our little cabin, but Morg told me he and Torren would hear anyone approaching from a mile off, so I let go and experienced my first climax under the blue sky.

Now Torren presses his body closer to my back, enough that I feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my ass. “I’m always ready for you, sweetheart.”

“I thought the cold water would be an issue, if nothing else,” I muse, shivering lightly.

Morg grasps my ass tighter and rolls his hips up. He’s hard as well, his dark eyes glinting with humor. “No issues here.”

I snort, though my body is warming up from the inside, too, the knowledge of how much they want me stirring my slumbering passion. I loosen my grip on Morg and allow Torren to wash me thoroughly—not just my pussy but my whole body, from the tips of my toes to my face, he rubs his palms over me gently until I’m a soft, happy mess.

I bring one hand to Morg’s cheek and kiss him slowly, tangling my tongue with his. Torren rewards us by rubbing his fingertips over my pearl, which has grown slick and sensitive again. The cool lake water is a delicious contrast to his warm skin, and I wonder if it would really be so bad if we remained here a while longer. They could take me like this, as they have before, Morg’s knot pulsing in my pussy and Torren carefully sliding into my ass, stretching me so beautifully.

But I’ve wanted to talk to them for a while, and this moment is as good as any to open up a discussion we’ve been avoiding for months.

“I have something I want to tell you,” I say, breaking my kiss with Morg and reaching for Torren with one hand.

Torren pauses his teasing and leans in to press his forehead against mine. “What’s the matter?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, worrying it with my teeth. “I’d like to stop taking my tea,” I confess. “I didn’t take my dose this morning, but I can still do it if you’d rather wait a little more.”

Morg’s hands tighten on me, and he lets out a harsh exhale. “You want to have a baby? With us?”

I laugh. “Yes, with you. Who else?”

Then I turn to Torren, who has frozen still, staring at me with a serious expression.

“Are you all right?” I ask him. “I thought you’d?—”

He crowds closer, until I have to look up to meet his gaze. His chest heaves with a deep breath, and his nostrils flare wide.

“Are you certain, Jasmine?” he demands, his voice rumbling low. “Have you thought well about this?”

I nod, knowing it’s true. I’ve watched the other women in the clan who have had their children, and I’ve observed the males, and how they took care of their families.

“I want to expand our family,” I tell him. “You will be the best fathers, I know it.”

Torren moves so quickly, I can barely track his movements. I yelp as I find myself dangling head-down over his shoulder, my hands scrambling for purchase on his warm, wet skin.

I glance up to find Morg staring after us, eyes wide with surprise, but then he throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing over the lake. He runs after us to the shore, because Torren is walking fast, his long strides taking us toward the cabin.

“I’ll grab the pillows,” Morg calls after us.

We’re already entering the cabin, the small space warm from the sun that’s been beating down on the roof all afternoon. Golden light spills in through the window, illuminating the large sleeping pallet in one corner of the room. It’s a pile of furs and blankets, but we took some of the sheets and pillows out to the lake shore earlier for a picnic that turned into a vigorous round of fucking after Morg fed me some delicious early strawberries.

Now Torren shifts me in his arms so I’m cradled against him, my skin sliding against his. He hasn’t said a word since he grabbed me in the lake, and I see his expression now, half feral with want.

“Oh, darling,” I say, palming his face. “I’m sorry I’ve made you wait this long.”

He shakes his head and unclenches his jaw with evident difficulty. “I would have waited as long as you wanted. But to hear you say you’re ready…” He shakes his head, then captures my mouth in a carnal kiss. “It’s worth more to me than you can imagine.”

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