Page 88 of The Orc Outcast's Mate

“Fades, Miranda, I’m going to—I can’t hold?—”

His warning went unheeded, and she doubled her efforts. He lost the battle against being quiet and let out a strangled cry. Ecstasy burst as he came. Pleasure danced up his loins, trembling through his spine. Flooding him. Filling him up. His sanity left him, and his hips thrust into her soft mouth against his will as the rapture pulsed on and on and on.

As the scattered remains of his sanity fell back around him and he heaved in breaths, his gaze jerked to the woman nestled between his legs. Her lips popped off his cock and her gorgeous eyes speared him right through the chest.

Her throat worked as she swallowed down his seed.

Fuck, the sight was too good, too right. Miranda was perfection. His deepest fantasy made real. Better. Even in his greatest dreams, he could not have imagined a woman more radiant than her.

He hadn’t realized he had spasmed again until her tongue came out to lap at his cock. The gentle touch was too much, and his hips jerked away, desperate for reprieve. He gripped tight under her chin and used his thumb to wipe her sopping lips clean.

“I take it you liked that then?” she said softly, as if there could be any question. As if any male in this fucking world wouldn’t prostrate themselves before a woman willing to give them this kind of pleasure.

He would worship her.

The sharp honeyed scent of her own arousal flooded his senses then, and he was struck by the knowledge that performing this gracious, selfless act had pleasured her too. Govek found his sanity, scooped his woman up, and planted a feverish kiss to her lips. The taste of himself on them made him more determined.

“What are you doing?” Miranda asked as he lifted her skirts.

“Returning the favor.”

Chapter

Fifteen

MIRANDA

“Y-you can’t!” Miranda said breathlessly, bracing against his chest as he hauled her up and plopped her down on the barrel he’d just vacated.

Damn, sucking him off had been way hotter than she’d imagined, and now she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to hold him off.

“You think I give a blasted fuck about a little blood after your mouth was on me, Miranda?” he rasped into her ear, looming over her.

Miranda shivered and moaned and fought to clear her head. God, why did he have to be so good at working her up? Why couldn’t she think when he was all hot and close and gripping her hair tight? He forced her head back, delving his tongue into her mouth, and pushed reason right out of her head.

She groaned around his tongue as his hands moved down and flicked her nipples beneath the rough wool dress. “But... but it will make a mess.”

It was a shoddy argument, and they both knew it.

“I’m an orc, Miranda. I would sooner devour you than balk at your mess.”

“Oh god.” She shivered. His rumbling voice vibrated through her stomach, pooling delicious heat between her legs, making her throb and squirm against his rough fingers as they stroked up her thigh.

His hands caressed their way under her skirt. They were so hot against her sensitive skin, and she was panting. “Tell me no,” he grated. He swirled his thumbs closer to her pussy.

“Forget the mess.” She breathed. “I want you.”

“Good,” he growled so low, right into her neck. She was still half out of her mind when he yanked her underwear down and slicked his fingers into her slit without hesitation. Excitement warmed her at his obvious confidence.

And then his fingers flicked right against her swollen, throbbing clit and she lost her breath.

“G-Govek,” she whimpered, clinging to his chest, legs trembling.

He continued to stroke her. She was so wet. So slick. There was no resistance. He used his palm to press hard into her clit, and she ground into him mindlessly. “You smell divine. I can scent the need on you. You want me, don’t you?”

Oh fuck.

His fingers went still. “Don’t you?”

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