Page 49 of The Orc Outcast's Mate

His gut twisted.

“Gimme that hand.” Miranda took his wrist, brought it down over her stomach, past her thigh.

His blood boiled in his veins and all his fight left him.

She pushed two of his fingers between her hot slick folds. They glided effortlessly in her dripping wet sheath. The curls tickled at his palm as she lowered herself and increased the pressure.

Fuck, it was so much better without the gloves. Without thick leather blocking her softness from his touch. He could feel her pussy throbbing, feel the swelling nub at the top that made her breath catch and her hips thrust when he flicked it. He could not believe she was gifting this to him again.

She threw back her head and let out a moan that licked fire into every corner of his mind. His body quaked with need. His mouth watered and his tongue twitched, wanting to feel that beautiful slit under it. To rake over her little nub until she was screaming and writhing and begging for more.

An icy snap of dread sliced into his guts and agony flashed into his mind. Memories of having his mouth on Yerina made his stomach churn. He’d been so raw and hopeful when he’d finally won her.

And so devastated when he’d ruined it.

“Govek?”

“Fuck.” He wasn’t with Yerina. He needed to let that go. Right now. He was with Miranda.

“Mirrranda.”

“Ooh, say my name like that again.”

His gaze snapped to the heat of hers. Her eyes were half-mast and misty, her red lips parted as she panted, her cheeks pink.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful in all his days.

His fingers twitched between her folds again and her eyes rolled, showing more of the white, flooding him with triumph. He grew brave and dipped his finger deeper into her opening. He gathered up some of her wetness in the water, slicking his digit before bringing it back up to the hard nub hidden in her folds.

He swirled around it and was rewarded with her breath hitching. Her body trembled all over. Goosebumps broke out along her shoulder and he leaned in to lick them, caressing the rough texture with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Govek.”

Dark triumph blazed through his mind as she cursed. It was so sweet. Almost as sweet as her skin.

He swirled his finger around the nub and her hips bucked, thighs jerking and jittering against him. She ground down into his hand, wanting a firmer touch and he let her, going still as she took control of the pace.

Fades watching her use his hand to stroke her throbbing pussy was a pleasure he’d never known. It flooded him with such heat he could feel it pulsing in his chest, churning his mind up with need. He groaned, his voice going so low it felt like a quake in his gut, “Mirrrhanda.”

“Oh god, Govek! Do that again!”

Ah fuck! She sounded so good. Tingling blasted through his whole body.

“Mirrrhanda,” he repeated. Her hazelnut eyes flashed before squeezing shut.

“Govek, yes.”

“Mirrrhanda.” He snarled into her ear and she bounced on him, clutching his hand tight, and thrusting her hips.

“I want you,” she breathed. Her sweet breath fanned his face. “I want your cock.”

He growled and trembled. “Yes. Turn around.”

“No, like this.”

A zing of panic dimmed his bliss, and he gripped her hip, trying to force her around quickly, but she clung to him, resisting.

“No, Govek. I want to face you.”

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