Page 45 of The Orc Outcast's Miracle

His voice was a low rumble, building fire in her gut. “The Fades must have sent you to torture me.”

She shuddered as he traced the other nipple. The sight of his dangerously sharp claw gently circling her sensitive skin was too good. She wanted more. “Reward you.”

His eyes snapped to hers and he let out a hum of thought that sent delicious waves of tingling bliss throughout her stomach. “I’m going to reward you now, Miranda.”

Without warning, he scooped her up and hauled her over his shoulder. Her world dipped upside down and she gasped, half laughing, half shrieking as he carried her deeper into the woods.

Oh fuck, he was strong. So dang strong.

His hand dipped under her skirt and smoothed over her calf, to her thigh, and raking claws between them to part her legs.

She moaned, going boneless as his fingers slid toward her pussy. He was so close. So close.

“Wicked woman,” he snarled and the sound of it made her clench and buck. She kicked out her legs, pointed her toes. Desperate. Needy. “Mine.”

“Ooh,” she panted, breathless. His long, thick fingers found the edge of her panties and delved beneath, dipped between the folds of her slit. Her hands fisted the back of his shirt as sparks of bliss radiated through her whole body. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.

He groaned, his body shuddered under her, but he kept walking. “So wet.”

Fuck, she was. She could feel herself dripping all over his fingers as they stroked and swirled and danced around her clit, teasing her. She bucked mindlessly as he explored.

And then he swung her down without warning. She yipped as he dropped her, her ass landing on something soft.

A boulder. A huge boulder covered in thick, springy moss.

At just the right height.

He stepped in close, and the bulge of his cock was right at her pussy. His huge hands cupped her ass and dragged her into it, grinding her core against his cock. She bucked helplessly, clit pulsing with every rake against the rough texture of his pants.

She wanted his pants off.

“Govek, please.”

“You’re begging will win you nothing, woman.” He leaned in to loom over her. His eyes were fiery swirls of gold. His teeth bright white and so sharp they glittered. His claws were braced right next to her hips.

He leaned in further until his lips were right over hers, but not quite touching. She moved forward, but he evaded her kiss. “You said you wanted me to do whatever I want,” he snarled. “I plan to wring you out, Miranda. Push you to your limits the same way you push me to mine. Every one of your pleas will fall on deaf ears from this moment until I’ve had my fill of you.”

“Ooh fuck.” Her stomach quivered. Her whole body was an aching ball of need. “Yes, Govek! Anything you want.”

“Good.” He yanked off his shirt and threw it into the woods.

Goddamn, he was a fucking dream—rippling muscle, pure masculine strength. His delicious pine scent flooded her nose, stark against the autumn chill. His heat radiated, making her forget the cold.

“I’ll have you now,” he snarled. “I’ll have your surrender.”

Oh, hot damn. “Yes, yes.”

He went to his knees.

His face was level with her thighs.

Her skin prickled, her stomach tensed and quivered, her pussy throbbed and her clit ached with want. He pulled up her skirt and the chill of the forest felt delicious on her skin.

His claws grazed her slightly, just enough to send spirals of shivering nerves down her back. He forced her legs wide, cut off her underwear with a slice of his claw, and bared her to the woods. The icy air seared her dripping, wet pussy.

“You’re mine.” His voice was back to being that tangible, fluid bliss, and she lost all her breath and reason.

“Yes.” The word turned into a yelp as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and yanked her, forcing her to rest on her back against the rock. Her body was cushioned by the moss and her cloak. Her head was supported by the boulders flat top. The woods danced their colors above her, the sky was glittering bright blue.

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