Page 63 of Bossed By the Orc

Chapter Thirty-Five

Dristan

I wasn’t sure if I was imagining what was happening, but I was pretty certain that my female was seducing me. She’d taken me to a hotel, announced that I was hers to an old friend—which I was almost certain was a big deal—and then she’d told me she was keeping me.

If those three things were aligned, and I wasn’t asleep, then my dreams were coming true. “Rega,” I groaned against her lips. “Tell me this is real. Tell me you’re mine.”

She pulled away, panting breaths leaving her delicious, swollen lips. “I’m yours.” Her eyes gleamed with lust and an emotion that I wasn’t sure she was ready to admit yet. Pride filled my chest at her words.

Mine.

“You’re my mate,” I told her, searching her gaze. “I need you to know that. I’m yours, too.”

Fuzzy confusion made way for wide eyes and parted lips. “W-what?” she whispered, but she didn’t unlock her legs from around me, so I figured she wasn’t disgusted by the new nugget of knowledge.

“I’ve known since the beginning,” I told her, shaking my head and letting her see the guilt that had built inside of me. “I didn’t want to hide it from you, but I also didn’t want you to run away screaming.”

Her lips quirked and she pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “You’ve known this entire time and you didn’t say a single thing?”

I shook my head, waiting for her judgment. After a few moments, she nodded. “I suppose I didn’t help after I told you I didn’t want us to do anything until everything with the house was sorted.”

I didn’t say anything, not wanting to mess it up any more than I already had.

“When did you plan on telling me?” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging me until our foreheads met.

My eyes drooped with the simple pleasure of holding her, but I tried to stay focused. “I was going to seduce you tonight. That’s why I rushed him to get the release papers. I wanted to make you mine with nothing between us,” I admitted. “And if you wanted nothing to do with me, I was going to wait you out.”

She giggled, pressing maddening kisses to my bearded jaw. “You were going to wait me out?” she asked, nuzzling against my throat until my eyes rolled back in my head.

“I can be patient. I’ve been a fucking saint waiting for you,” I told her, my voice gruff with lust.

“Oh, my poor, poor Dristan,” she said with a fake pout, pulling away with her luscious bottom lip sticking out. “Is that what you called eating me out that night? And then when I sucked your cock? Was that patience?”

I gave her a very serious nod. “It was. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you. I’ve just been biding my time,” I growled.

“Then by all means,” she moaned when I gave her ass a solid squeeze in my palm, stretching my thumb until it pressed against her pussy. “Fuck me.” Her head tipped back on her shoulders and I took advantage, nipping her with my fangs until I knew she’d be marked by me.

She gasped as I took advantage of her vulnerable throat, ravaging the skin until she bore several mating marks. I wanted anyone who looked at her to know that she belonged to a male. She belonged to me.

The urge to mark her with my scent rode me, but I held it back. I had been patient, and I wanted to savor my reward. I hefted her higher into my arms before turning us, taking her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.

Penelope’s friend at the desk had been right. The bed was big enough for an orc, and it looked sturdy too.

Good.

I stepped back, taking a moment to savor how my female looked on the bed, waiting for me. Her hair was spread under her, her lips were swollen, her eyes hooded and her legs parted.

I want her like this for the rest of my life.

She lifted a hand for me, and that was all the invitation I needed. I was on her in moments, my hands ripping her clothes apart like the beast inside me was begging for. She gasped as I did, her eyes huge in her face, but not with fear. Instead, she was grinning at me.

“Dristan,” she moaned, tugging me closer by the collar of my shirt. I took her mouth again, but now there was so much more of her bared for me to play with. I stilled her hands under mine when she skimmed her fingers down to unbutton my shirt.

“No, we’re starting with you,” I told her, bringing her hands up over her head and giving her a stern look. “Keep them there or you’ll be punished, rega.”

“Punished, huh?” she purred, tugging her hands out of mine and moving them to my shirt again. Fire sparked in my veins at her little rebellion.

I flipped her and the breath whooshed out of her, but I didn’t give her a chance. Her skirt was next, ripped at the seams, leaving only the thin strip of her silk underwear and her luscious ass, bared for me.

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