Page 77 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

He snarled, rumbling smooth, delicious vibration all the way from her toes to the top of her head. “I’m going to touch you now.”

Chapter

Fourteen

GOVEK

Fades be praised. Govek was considering forgiving them.

His hand was damp, tingling, and raw with pleasure from Miranda’s blissful mouth. Her tongue. She’d fucking licked right over where his claws were hidden without even flinching.

He was losing his blasted mind over her. Nothing could have prepared him for this woman.

He would never be able to let her go. He’d rip the world apart if she tried to leave him. The imprint blazed a brand on his soul.

“Let me touch you.” He grated the words into her ear. His gloves were off, and he needed her full permission before going further.

He’d never had this. Never.

She shuddered so hard it vibrated his cock and he snarled, incredible pressure squeezing his gut. “Yes,” she breathed, and his bare hands grazed down her stomach. Her skin was so blasted soft. He’d never felt anything like it.

“Here,” he demanded, bare fingers stopping right above her core. The image of her on her hands and knees flooded his mind, her folds soaked, her thighs glistening in the firelight...

She was so wet she was dripping. For him.

“Anywhere!” His mate cried, raising her hips into his hand. “Touch me anywhere, please.”

He dipped his fingers low, sliding them between her legs. They glided against her hot folds, slick and easy and blistering hot. Fuck!

Bliss like he’d never known roared into him. He was touching her full-on, without any covering. He never could have dreamed.

“Govek,” Miranda moaned. Her head fell back onto his chest, eyes closed in rapture.

“You’re so wet,” he snarled, and it only made her shivering more exquisite. He swirled his fingers around her folds, exploring, learning. There was a little nub at the top and he slid a finger over it.

She jumped, hissing, jerking away from him. “T-too much.”

He moved away. Apparently not “anywhere.” He gritted his teeth, uncertainty dimming his pleasure. She ground her ass against his cock and stars flashed in his vision as he fought for control.

If he didn’t get it back, he would do something she didn’t like and ruin this. She’d reject him, force him out of the cave, refuse to take him back until he brought her enough boons to win her favor.

But there was nothing he could do to get her back. He had no fucking boons.

“Govek,” she breathed, her voice soft. Gentle. It lacked the rage he’d been expecting. “Like this.”

She’d said she didn’t want his boons.

She just wanted him.

Govek gulped.

She guided his hand to the same position she’d liked in the spring, snaked those two fingers low and into her warm, wet channel.

He fought the need to bellow out his praise.

“Ooh,” she whimpered, sultry and low, releasing him as he pushed his fingers deeper. He couldn’t believe he was being allowed this gift. Couldn’t have ever dreamed how hot and wet and tight she was.

Govek turned his attention to her reactions, watching her face and the full range of emotions. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her brow was furrowed, and her mouth was open and panting, her limbs twitched and bucked.

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