Page 87 of The Orc Outcast's Mate

He froze as she planted a hot kiss on his lips. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and his groan was both from pleasure and disgust. She tasted so strongly of haga root and yet he wanted to delve deeper.

He’d had no idea that dueling with a woman’s tongue could bring so much intense pleasure.

He growled, lifting her off the ground by gripping her under her tight ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bunching the skirt around her hips.

Fuck, he was lost. The taste of the root was forgotten as Govek drank her up. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and nibbled on her lips. In his haste, he accidentally prickled her soft skin with his teeth, but it only made her moan and squirm. The pleasure she brought to him was stark and consuming.

She broke off the kiss, panting, and looked around the floor. “We’re making a mess.”

He realized he’d shoved her against one of the shelves of sewing supplies and most of the contents had fallen around their feet.

“I’m prepared to make a real mess.” Govek lapped at the little bumps that had appeared on the side of her neck. “I want to take you here.”

It was a foolish idea. Anyone could walk by the windows and see. But the truth of it was that he wanted the clan to know this woman was submitting to him. That she enjoyed his presence and eagerly accepted his cock.

“You can’t,” she whispered mournfully. “My period.”

He gulped involuntarily as the truth of it brought him back to his senses. He adjusted her carefully so he could put a hot hand over her abdomen. “How is your pain? You mentioned cramping.”

“Oh, it’s fine. No cramps right now.” She kissed his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, teasing with her tongue. “It’s just a bloody mess.”

Govek tipped her chin to examine her face skeptically. He’d ripped the throat out of a blighted boar with his teeth a few days before and she worried about bloodying his cock?

But before he could argue an eagerness flooded her features and his gut pitched into want. “You know, on Earth, we call this time blowjob week.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

She snickered and then kissed his jaw. Then his neck. He shivered as she licked right over his pulse. “Let me show you what else humans like to do with their mouths.”

She squirmed out of his grasp and pushed at him until he was half sitting, half leaning against a barrel of ale in one of the darker corners. A place that couldn’t be seen from the windows. Her hands moved down his chest to the tie of his pants.

He let out a long exhale as she stroked over his member, tingling pleasure danced through his gut. His cock sprang free the instant she’d undone the closure.

“Oh man, you are happy to see me, huh?”

He huffed with amusement.

She smiled and then, inexplicably, went to her knees. His eyes bulged. “What are you doing?”

Her smile turned sly, and it raked a spike of confusion down his spine. “Like I said, showing you what else humans do with their mouths.”

She couldn’t possibly mean?—

She held his cock in her soft, warm hand and dragged her tongue along the shaft, licking him from base to head.

Pleasure so brutal it was almost painful rocked through him and he lost his breath. He hardly had a chance to catch up before her wet tongue stroked him again. Sliding along his length and swirling around his tip.

His hands dug into the barrel, threatening to splinter the wood under his grip. She seemed to not understand how stretched his control was as she continued to torture him with slow, almost leisurely laps of her tongue.

“Govek, hush, or someone might find us,” she chided gently, her lips close enough they brushed the head of his cock when she spoke. His mouth dried up.

Govek rested a trembling hand on the back of her head, desperate to ensure she didn’t leave him yet.

He watched as her lips spread, and she took the head of his cock into her sweet mouth. Sharp, tingling pleasure barreled through his limbs. The urge to thrust deeper blistered through his veins, making him jitter and squirm to fight the urge. He was loath to hurt her.

He was too big for her. In every way. He was going to hurt her. The thoughts gave him back a tiny snippet of control.

Then she used her hands to stroke the hard length from the head all the way to the base. Her soft fingers sent torrents of pleasure through his stomach. Everything became tight. He felt inconceivable ecstasy, and he could feel nothing but Miranda everywhere. He dragged her honeyed scent into his lungs. Her soft fingers stroked the base of his cock. Her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the tip. She swirled her tongue at the head. Pressure mounted.

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