Page 40 of Secret Twins for the Orc

“Come,” he demands roughly, and he begins slamming into me harder, slower, grinding his swellings against my clit with deliberate, forceful shoves, and that’s all it takes. That, and his command. “Come for me.”

Tension shoots up through me from the point where we connect, and I clench up around him, feeling my pussy milking his thickness within me as if trying to suck him dry. I scream in pleasure, unable to hold it in, and he bucks against me, set off by my orgasm.

His face drops to press against my throat, hips pistoning wildly, erratically, as he lets out a deep, husky groan. I twitch and gasp and hold onto him like a lifeline, my limbs wrapped around his huge body until I finally feel his muscles go limp, and his weight falls against me.

I’ve never been so thrilled to be crushed in my life, and I hold onto him tighter, just in case he gets the dumb idea to move away.

Eventually, after we both regain our breath, he braces his forearm near my head and leans back to stare at me. We’re still connected at the hip, and I can feel the faintest twitches of aftershock course through him every now at then. Nothing has ever felt so right.

“I can’t believe we waited so long to do this,” I mutter listlessly, feeling my lips stretch in a lazy smile. He huffs with amusement and drops his forehead against mine.

“If I stay on top of you like this,” he murmurs, a quiet, vulnerable sincerity to his tone, “you won’t be able to sneak away into the night, will you?”

My arms are still wrapped around his back, and I shift one so I can bring it up to run through his thick, black hair. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.

“Even if you do,” he says, before searing me with a quick, brutal kiss out of nowhere, “I’ll chase you down this time.”

I smile, and a feeling of utter peace settles in my chest.

This is a man who will always try, the thought once more crosses my mind. He’ll be there for his children.

And I know in my heart that this is the utter truth.

Tomorrow, I think sleepily, as I continue to curl my fingers through his hair. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him about Rylah and Rowan, when we’re both properly awake and functioning. It’s time.

Chapter 15

Rhokar

I wake slowly, floating in a languid, sated haze and surrounded by a sweet, addictive scent.

For a moment I’m pleasantly disoriented, my mind catching up with the fact that I’m in Ella’s bed, in Ella’s house, after having spent the entire night buried deep within Ella’s heat.

Gods and above, the sounds she made as I took her again and again, well into the night… I feel my cock twitch as the memories roll over me in a jumble of flashing images.

On her knees. Over the edge of the bed. In the shower. On the kitchen counter in the middle of snack time. Back in the bed again.

I couldn’t get enough of her, nor she of me. It was as if we were making up for the missed time these past two years, and I can still feel the echo of her pulsing over my shaft even now.

The reality of it hits me, and I groan with a mixture of desire and sleepy need. I most definitely did not get much sleep last night.

But I force my eyes open as I gaze at the empty spot Ella had just occupied, before she’d slipped out of bed and pottered around the room for a robe only moments ago, and headed out. My desire to be near her overwhelms my desire for sleep.

I’d told her what I need if she were she to open her body to me, and she had agreed… She’d agreed.

To being mine. To being with me. It’s everything I’ve wanted and avoided, everything I’ve been afraid to reach for all these years, and I rub both my palms over my face in a rough gesture before I swing my legs off the mattress and sit up.

She wants me for more than just my body. She said she was mine.

I do nothing to stop the big, stupid grin that spreads across my face as I hear signs of life downstairs, and I push my naked ass out of bed with a ridiculous bounce, contemplating swaggering out in my birthday suit and possibly fucking her on her couch as a pot of coffee brews.

But she seemed to have a lot of windows on my brief glance around last night before I’d swept her upstairs, and I don’t think she’d appreciate the neighbors catching a full-frontal view of my dick swinging through her kitchen.

I throw on my jeans, and push my loose hair back from my face as I slip out, hearing hushed voices by the front door.

A female speaks with Ella, and I don’t recognize any of the scents wafting upstairs besides the one that belongs to my woman, but there’s something…someone foreign, yet somehow entirely familiar here. My steps slow by the banister, and my brows furrow.

What is that scent?

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