Page 44 of The Orc Outcast's Miracle

He grabbed her by the arm with his huge hand and hauled her back to his frame again. His hand clenched right under her breast. She could feel the prickle of his claws against her sensitive skin, and it shot electric bliss through her body.

Then he tripped her feet out from under her and the autumn woods careened, spinning, swirling colors of bright red and orange. They fell to the ground, and she yipped with surprise at the sudden fall. He caught her in time to cushion it, making sure her cloak protected her body from the chilly forest floor. He cupped the back of her head so it didn’t hit. She landed on her back in the damp leaves.

The trees above swayed in the breeze, reds and yellows accentuating his green face as his fangs untucked, his teeth so long and sharp her heart pounded with a mixture of nervousness and desire. His face was a mask of burning want.

She could feel his cock pressed against her thigh. The tip was so fucking close to the junction of her legs. She rolled her hips, and he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I want you so bad, Govek. Tell me what you want too.”

“Ah, fuck,” he snarled, body trembled around her. He dipped low, close enough to her neck and shoulder that she could feel the sting of his teeth with every word. “I want to bite you.”

A flash of white fear and hot longing shot down her spine.

“Right. Here,” he snarled, laving his tongue over the sensitive flesh right above her collarbone. “I want to wrap my teeth all the way around your neck and mark you as mine.”

Oh fuck, why did that sound so good?

“I want to brand your flesh with my fangs, hold you captive with my tusks, and taste your blood on my tongue.” He pulled back, leaving her flesh tingling and cold. His brows pinched and his jaw trembled. “I’m a beast, Miranda. A monster.”

“You are.” She ground her hips into him again and his eyes flashed. His black pupils were tiny pricks in the sea of green and gold. “My monster. I want you, Govek. I want you to bite me.”

He went so still she could feel his shock sparking against her flesh.

“You thought I wouldn’t want that?” She brought her hands up into his hair so he was forced to hold her gaze. “You thought I wouldn’t want to be branded by you, Govek. My sexy, strong, amazing man? Amazing orc. You thought I wouldn’t want everyone to know that we belong together? That I’ve put my whole self into this? My whole heart? I trust you with every fiber of my being.”

He exhaled against her skin. The heat of his breath curled around her shoulder exactly where his mouth would be curled. Her pussy pulsed as she imagined the sting of it, the tight hold.

And she would be his. Forever.

“Miranda, you smell so good,” he said, voice laced with disbelief. “How can you smell so good?”

“I want this as much as you, Govek. Even more than you.”

She grazed his abdomen, then she cupped the hot, throbbing bulge in his pants, smoothed her fingertips over the pulsing length of him from the base all the way to the head. He twitched, shivering and panting with each stroke.

His eyes shut and he groaned. “Mirrrhanda.”

Fuck, she loved how he said her name. She wanted him howling it.

And he would. His eyes opened and her breath caught.

His gaze was scorching. Pure and primal. His jaw unclenched, teeth dripping. Triumphant pleasure flooded his features, and her heart skipped.

“Mine,” he said so low and slow that her body jittered. Her pussy clenched, soaking and slick, as she squirmed beneath him. He dragged air into his lungs, his eyes shuttered. “Yes. You want it.”

“Yes.” She tried to squirm out of his grip to make him wilder. “Yes, Govek. I want you.”

Damn, did she ever. She’d never wanted anything more. She felt like she would lose her mind.

His voice was so raw it skittered pleasure all the way down her spine just before he yanked up her skirt. His hand cupped her aching pussy, holding it tight, and she gasped at the heat of his palm.

He dipped low, pressed his lips right against her ear. “I’m going to use my mouth on you here first.” The damp heat of his breath curled around her neck and cheek like it had around her shoulder. Surrounding her. Flooding her senses. “I’m going to clasp my jaw around your core, thrash you with my tongue. Bring you to climax over and over.” His mouth was at her neck now, heating her skin. It made her quake and tremble. “You’ll squirm and buck and come against my mouth. I will drink your pleasure again and again until your mind is fucking gone.”

She lost her breath as fire roared through her core, her legs trembled, her toes curled around the back of his calves as she spread her thighs. He dragged in the scent of her and cursed loudly.

“You are wicked, Miranda.” He went up to his knees and fisted both sides of her dress, yanking it open. The buttons popped off as they ripped free.

Her body was bared to the chill of the forest and she shivered, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from the intensity of his eyes on her naked breasts. His clawed finger raked along her nipple and it beaded as spikes of bliss radiated through her body. Her breath came in pants. She felt electric.

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