Page 16 of The Orc's Wife

Chapter 5

Una

My lip caught on his fang almost instantly, and we both tasted my blood. Urgan groaned deep into my mouth, his claws digging into my hips, his hardness throbbing against my belly.

He had told me once when a male and a female shared blood during the mating ritual, it meant trust.

So, I let him have it. I kissed him harder, the wound’s sting sharpening my senses, whetting my appetite for more. Let my blood flow into him, I thought. Let him taste my trust.

Because Urgan had saved me again. He had saved me from myself: my mistakes that I had made thinking I could take on the orc capital on my own. From my stupid arrogance that would have led to suffering and death. Urgan was my savior, the mate I so desperately needed. I knew he would always come through for me.

My mate.

His hands clasped hard on my buttocks, he was pulling me so close to him there wasn’t any space left between us, only our clothes. Urgan had to be thinking the same thing, because he put me on my feet in front of him, took hold of my already torn neckline, and tore the dress off me with one sharp tug.

It pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it and back into his embrace, reaching for his belt.

“No,” Urgan growled, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.

He pulled me back to his lap, and I straddled him, my legs wrapping around his waist, his still covered erection pressed into my core through the coarse fabric of his britches. I moaned, rubbing myself against him, and Urgan took my mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside.

One of his hands rested on the small of my back, another going to my breast. He palmed it at first, his fingers running feathery circles around it. I would have never suspected he was capable of such a gentle caress. My skin broke out in gooseflesh, and I shivered, waiting with bated breath for those circles to finally reach my nipple.

There was something so vulnerable about him being clothed while I was naked in his arms. It felt like the most delicious surrender.

So when Urgan laid me down on the bed, put my hands over my head and tied my wrists with a leather strap, I didn’t say a word in protest. It felt right that he should command me like this.

It felt exhilarating.

He stripped off his belt, and it fell to the floor with a loud thud, all those heavy weapons landing hard. He stood over me, a towering monster, his body chiseled with hard muscle that I could see clearly even through his clothes.

His dark green skin no longer shocking, his fangs not terrifying, but arousing. His silver eyes shining in the dusky rooms, pinning me to the bed with piercing intensity.

“Be still, my mate,” he said. Shivers ran through me as I lied completely frozen, even my breathing turning shallow. My core was aching with need.

Urgan knelt on the bed next to me, his fingers tracing my side, from my hip up, rib after rib, to my armpit. And then, slowly back down. He was looking at me with an unreadable expression, noticing every time my breathing hitched, seeing every involuntary tremble.

He laid his palm across my stomach, and it covered it completely, his claws five sharp points on my soft skin.

“I will put my cub in your belly,” he said. There was unshakeable certainty in his voice, and I couldn’t help it. I rubbed my thighs together, the thought of Urgan filling me to make me heavy with his child turning my desire to ravenous lust.

He gave me a sharp smile and spread my legs open with his hands, his callused fingers hard on the soft skin of my inner thighs. I whimpered, keeping my hands above my head, and he just looked at me, keeping my legs wide apart.

“But first, I’ll drink your nectar.”

He moved me so I was lying across the bed – and it was so wide that I fit comfortably. Then, he took one thick fur from the bed under me and rolled it up. With one hand, he raised my hips and put the rolled fur under them. I gasped in surprise.

Urgan knelt on the floor and lowered his face to my pulsing core, his hands firmly keeping my thighs apart.

When his rough, hot tongue glided over my sensitive flesh, I cried out with the beautiful helplessness of my position. He was tasting me relentlessly, slow lick after slow lick, dipping into the tiniest crevices, probing into my folds with thorough curiosity.

I was trying to writhe, my body out of control, but his hold on me was strong. He kept me exactly where he wanted me, open and defenseless for his enjoyment.

The tension inside me was rising, my body growing hard with unreleased need, but Urgan paid it no mind. He kept his slow, excruciating pace, his tongue almost too much for me now, the pleasure almost stinging. I whimpered, unable to stop myself.

“Please, Urgan. Please…”

He stopped for a moment, raising his head to look at me. His eyes were burning, his fangs bared in a primal expression, and the sight of him so unhinged with desire took my breath away.

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