Page 22 of The Orc's Stolen Bride

"Tell me, what you need," he commanded.

"I don't - I just need-"

She squeezed his cock, trying to convey what she wanted without words and his eyes darkened.

"Are you wet, my gemshin? Do you want me to touch your needy little fitti?"

"Yes," she breathed, hoping she was interpreting his meaning correctly..

He gave her nipple one last lick before moving down, pushing the shirt up until it bunched around her ribs. He stroked her mound, then eased her thighs open with one broad hand, exposing her to his gaze.

She held her breath, waiting for him to touch her, to ease the burning need that consumed her. Instead he simply studied her.

"Wulf!"

He looked at her, then suddenly smiled.

"Patience, my gemshin. Let me admire your beautify."

Her cheeks heated as he gazed down at her exposed pussy, but his gaze was so frankly admiring, so passionate, that when he ran his finger along the edge of her labia she almost climaxed from that touch alone.

"Wulf," she begged again, and he smiled.

"I will take care of you," he promised, and then her head fell back as he finally, finally, stroked her aching clit, circling it with a rough finger.

"More," she ordered, and he gave her exactly what she wanted, slipping one thick finger inside her.

They both groaned. His finger felt wonderful, his skin rough, the pressure perfect, but she still wanted more. She wiggled encouragingly and he added a second finger, stretching her deliciously. His thumb stroked her clit, sending a tidal wave of heat rushing through her, the pressure building until her release finally washed over her in long shuddering waves.

"Beautiful," he murmured, then pulled his fingers from her, making her gasp again.

He kept his eyes on her face as he sucked his fingers clean and the sight sent another ripple of desire through her. She reached for him, eager to taste him as well, and he groaned. He was still rock hard against her stomach and she gently ran her hand over the wide base.

"Later," he said, then kissed her softly and tucked her against his body. She could feel the tension in him but exhaustion and satisfaction claimed her quickly and she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Wulf slipped out of bed once Kari fell asleep. While he was delighted to have given his mate satisfaction, he hadn't expected to feel so conflicted about his own satisfaction. His lingering guilt argued that he didn't deserve such pleasure, despite the insistent demands of his body.

He decided to release some of his frustration on the training ground, but after his third bout, Lothar pulled him aside.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he snapped.

"Don't lie to me. You almost broke Dargon's arm and your eyes are black."

Lothar's words made him realize that the Curse was hovering close to the surface, and he closed his eyes in despair. How could he have come so close to losing control?

"I will speak to Dargon," he said heavily, but his brother shook his head.

"It's not necessary. Your warriors are impressed by your strength. If you had broken his arm, he would have boasted of it - but I know you would have regretted it."

"Yes, Thank you."

"That's not necessary either, but tell me what's wrong." Lothar gave him a discerning look and he flinched. His brother liked to act the fool, but he saw far more than most people credited. "Problem with your little bride?"

"Yes and no. She is everything I ever longed for."

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