Page 65 of Secret Twins for the Orc

“Ella!”

I change course again, anticipation building up through me even as his voice sounds nearer. I’m shocked to find my excitement growing, and even as my desire for him to get to me, to touch me and take me grows, my body keeps trying to evade him. To challenge him in every way.

It isn’t long before I hear him crashing through the underbrush right behind me, and I gasp and push myself faster.

“Ella,” he commands breathlessly from right behind me. “Stop.”

I definitely do not stop.

Next thing I know, a steely grip wraps itself around my waist and I’m lifted off my feet. I feel myself go flying through the air as he crash tackles into me, holding my back firm against his strong chest as he turns us mid-air and takes the impact of the landing, cushioning me safely against himself.

We lay there breathing for a few seconds, before I push my hand against his hard stomach with every intent to wriggle free and start running again. That’ll teach him for telling me to run through the damn woods.

But he seems to read my intent, because he suddenly rolls us to our sides, both his legs coming up to band around mine as his arms clamp down over me, wrapped tightly beneath my breasts, effectively trapping me against his strength.

“You didn’t stop,” he growls into my ear, panting, and I grin.

“You think I’d make whatever this is easy on you?”

He groans, the sound reverberating right through his chest and into me, and I shudder as desire licks every fiber of my being. “Gods, Ella, you’re perfect.”

“Why did you make me run?” I gasp, catching my breath even as I wriggle, still trying my best to escape him.

“So I could catch you.” One of his big hands trails down over my stomach, cupping my sex over my jeans and pushing my ass back into his hips.

I bite my lip and jerk in his grip. “Crazy orc.”

He huffs a husky laugh against my neck, before I feel his tusks scraping over my skin. “It’s the Claiming Chase.”

“What on earth…?” For some reason, although those words don’t mean much to me, they send another thrill through my body with how primal they feel.

“Something orcs go through with their Fated Mates.” He sounds like he’s struggling for words, and frankly I’m beginning to have trouble comprehending as he curls his hips up into me, and begins to run his fingers up and down along the seam of my pussy through my pants. “A tradition. A primal instinct.” His tongue darts out to lick a hot, wet trail over my throat. “A claiming.”

“So,” I pant, my hands coming up to band against his thick forearms, “another of your orc rituals?”

“Yes.” His fingers begin a rhythmic dance across my clit as he palms my breast with his other hand, and I bite back a moan and arch into him. I couldn’t escape him if my life depended on it, right now. Not unless he chose to let me go. And something about that, lights me up like nothing else. I surrender myself to him, feeling nothing but complete trust and desire.

“How archaic…” I’d meant that to be sarcastic, but my voice comes out breathy and wanting. Because I like it. I like that he has me so completely. I like that I can feel his strength wrapped around me, as if he’ll never let me go.

I’ve never felt safer with anyone than I do right now.

He hums, a deep, rumbling noise of satisfaction as he strokes me relentlessly through my pants, kissing and nipping at my neck, pinching and circling my nipple, until I’m a writhing mess, desperate for him.

“Why now?” I manage through a moan of pleasure, as his fingers increase their pressure against me. “We’ve had all this time for you to Hulk out, but you choose now? In the forest?”

His fingers stop their teasing, and I immediately regret not saving the questions for later.

But I don’t have time to voice a complaint about it, as he flips our positions so that I’m lying on my back in the soft, mossy forest floor and he leans down over me. His green skin is dappled with the afternoon sun filtering down through the trees, his black hair ruffled as strands fall down around his eyes, and I’m sure I’ve never laid eyes on anyone quite this handsome before.

“Because I love you,” he says softly, and my breath hitches in my throat. “This forest is old, full of the ancient memories of powers no longer walking this earth. And before them all, as my forefathers once did, I declare myself as yours, and you as mine.”

I part my lips, but no words find their way out as I stare at him. My heart thuds almost painfully against my chest in a tug, tug, tug rhythm, and I wonder vaguely if our heartbeats are synchronized.

“I love you, Ella,” he whispers, before pressing his entire body weight into me, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. “With all my soul. With every fiber of my being, with every beat of my heart. Nothing you or anyone can do will ever part me from you again, because I know you.” His hips curl into mine, and I gasp as it sends sparks of pleasure all through me. “My heart knows your heart, and we’re going to make this work.”

I feel tears sting at my eyes for some reason, and I let them slip shut as I slide my arms up around his waist, squeezing tight. “Rhokar…”

“I’m glad it’s you.” I feel his lips brush against mine gently. “I’m glad Fate led me to you.”

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