Page 67 of Bossed By the Orc

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Penelope

I’d never seen a male go expressionless the way Dristan had at my announcement. Horror and doubts slipped through my mind as I watched him. But when he gave a low laugh, hefting me into his arms and taking me to the floor, spinning me in a circle, I realized that I was wrong.

“I love you too,” he murmured against my hair as he went still, holding me so tight I could barely breathe. I didn’t care, running my palms over his broad, muscular back. I couldn’t close my arms around him, but I didn’t care.

I love him and he loves me.

I felt the tears slipping from my eyes, and he noticed them not long after. He tsked, dipping to press kisses to my eyes, drinking my tears as he did.

“No, rega. No tears allowed here. Not tonight,” he whispered. He lifted me into his arms, taking me into the bed and dropping me onto it. I watched as my huge male hovered over me for a moment, allowing me to take in all of him in his full glory.

I moaned, reaching forward to grip him by the base of his cock. He grinned at me, my grumpy male losing some of his ire—something I attributed to his orgasm as much as the mating.

A satisfied male is a happy male.

“Can you take me again?” he asked, already spreading my legs and making room for his hips.

I didn’t let go of his cock, nodding my response with a desperation that I felt through my bones. He lifted my other hand, pressing gentle kisses to my fingers before pressing them to his chest, over his heart.

My own heart melted at the gesture. I knew what he was telling me without saying the words.

This is yours.

I took his huge palm and spread it over my chest. Even as I saw his eyes soften with tenderness, he gave my breast a mischievous squeeze. I laughed and he leaned forward, using my hand on his cock to steady his movement between my legs.

My fingers slid down, wrapping around the head as I rubbed the tip against my soaking pussy lips. I teased us both, moaning in the back of my throat at the exquisite touch.

“Inside, rega,” he groaned. “Be good.”

“I’m always good,” I insisted, my head tipping back as I used the tip of his huge cock to rub my clit. “So fucking good.”

He growled his agreement, his big palms squeezing both my breasts as he let me play. With one move, I knew my male could have me impaled with his cock faster than I could protest. And I wouldn’t fight him. I wanted that too.

But the anticipation was part of the allure with Dristan. I’d always known this night had been coming—even when I was in denial about it to myself. This male and I were always going to be together like this.

I trembled under him, desperate for him in a way I hadn’t realized I could be. I rolled my hips, notching his cock against me so that the tip slid into my drenched pussy without much resistance. The rest of him was going to take some work—even after last night.

We were going to have to do this more often so my body could get used to his. The sharp flare of pleasure through my pussy told me that it wouldn’t be a hardship at all. Dristan’s fingers found my nipple unerringly, his eyes locked on where he was entering my body.

The knock on the door earned a loud growl from my male. It startled me as well, making me jerk, taking more of his huge cock. Dristan’s growl transformed into a moan and he pushed in another inch, licking his lips, lusting flaring in his eyes.

“I just wanted to know if you two would be joining us for breakfast,” Rudgar called from the other side of the door, amusement clear in his tone. “I’m taking those noises that you’re making in there as a solid no.”

I slapped my palm over my mouth because I hadn’t realized I was moaning loud enough for him to hear me. Dristan pulled my hand away, ducking to press a kiss to my lips before working his cock in another inch.

Breathy gasps left us both. He released my breasts, dropping his palms to my hips, his fingers flexing against my skin. I knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

The fire in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I leaned up to press a kiss to his whiskered cheek. “More,” I begged, arching my back, offering my breasts to him.

His pupils dilated wildly and the low, feral sound that left his throat sent a thrill through me. He took a nipple between his lips as he pushed his hips forward—into me. The stretch was exquisite.

I cried out as he went deeper, my eyes rolling back with pleasure as he played my body like a well-oiled instrument. With another few thrusts, my male was fully inside me. The burn of the stretch only added to the pleasure and I scrabbled at his back, pulling him fully against me so we were almost one.

His weight on me should have been overwhelming but it was exactly what I needed. An anchor in the whirlwind of pleasure bombarding me. With his first thrust, I dug my nails into him, safe in the knowledge that I couldn’t cut my male, trying to keep myself tethered to him as I flew.

My orgasm ripped through me, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt. I was shaking against him, sobbing with pleasure into his chest and he pressed gentle kisses to the top of my head, the rumble in his throat a purr that soothed me.

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