Page 30 of The Orc's Wife

That would be a leisurely, slow lovemaking, and he could appreciate the luxury of doing it on a bed. Before, they had had only the hard grass-covered ground at their disposal.

He pulled out of Una and lied down beside her, turning to her. She turned her back to him at once, offering her bottom for him. Urgan thrust into her like this, slowly building up the heat, while she was pushing her butt against him to the rhythm of his thrusts, trying to swallow more of him.

He found her nub easily, slick and wet from her juices, enlarged from pleasure, and he rubbed it in deliberate circles, soon drawing another orgasm out of her. When she squeezed around him, he stopped moving, burying himself deep in her core, and only resuming his thrusting when he knew he could last for a long time.

His hand traveled to her breasts next, toying with her nipples. The whimpers and squeals Una was making delighted him as he sheathed himself in her heat, time and again. With time, he coaxed another orgasm out of her, turning his mate into a twitching, messy heap of satisfaction and pleasure.

Finally, he flipped them again, so she was lying on her stomach, her body soft and spent under him, and he thrust into her with force. She was done, only able to receive, and he had plenty to give. When he finally stilled inside her with a growl of conquest, filling her once again, he was done, too.

They slept.

Chapter 9

Una

Late in the afternoon, I was woken again by an intruder standing by the bed. Luckily, this time it wasn’t an enemy.

“Get up, lovebirds,” Oriana said, not a trace of bashfulness in her voice. I shot up in bed. There I was, completely naked, thighs still sticky from Urgan’s release, while Urgan was rubbing his eyes, his dark, green cock fully erect.

“Go away,” he grumbled. “Unless you’d like to watch.”

I stilled at that, mouth opening with outrage. But Oriana only cackled and threw a set of clothes at me, which I clumsily caught.

“Wash and get dressed. You’re invited to the Imperator’s feast. Apparently, you wiggled out of one already, so tonight, you must go.”

Urgan sat up, growling. I instinctively patted him on the forearm, sharing in his displeasure. I’d much rather stay here with him, even though the air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex.

Nothing a long, nice bath wouldn’t cure. And while we were in that bath, maybe we could…

“Focus,” Oriana snapped, her sharp voice jolting me out of my reverie. “Cold bath and then get dressed. I have something for you.”

I perked up at that, although knowing Oriana, it would be something lewd and inappropriate. Hopefully. I grinned again, and Oriana jumped to my side with a threatening look in her eyes. I barely had time to take one look at my clothes before she shoved me inside the bathroom. There had been a lot of black and brown leather.

I took a quick bath, splashing the water on the most crucial parts on my body, and dried myself in a hurry. When I stepped out, Urgan rushed past me inside, giving me a gentle slap on the bottom. Oriana rolled her eyes.

“He should have mated years ago,” she said, shaking her head. “He barely had time to release all those urges young orcs have, and then it was only strategy and fighting for him. He’s letting it all out now, and you’re on the receiving end.”

“I’m not complaining,” I said with a smile. Something about Oriana was making me relaxed and feeling like it was normal to discuss your bedroom life with your husband’s grandmother.

“I can see that,” Oriana said, and there was a respectful note in her voice. “I can’t wait until we begin our training tomorrow. And in less than a year, I’ll have great-grandchildren!”

“What training? And why are you already…”

But Oriana was tugging my arms up. She dropped a soft sandy shirt down my head and arms, and then put my arms through the holes in a black leather contraption that looked like a vest, only she was putting it on me back to front.

“Turn.”

I did, and now Oriana was tugging and manipulating something at my back. The vest came together, sheathing my torso in soft leather. I patted my back. The vest was tied with a wide ribbon, forming a pretty bow right over my bottom.

“Orcs don’t wear undergarments, but I insisted Dilba make some,” Oriana said, handing me a pair of short pants. “There is nothing that can rival the vulnerability of having your nether regions exposed when you’re delivering a high kick in a fight. I don’t wish that experience on anyone.”

I stepped into the shorts and tied them to fit with a string that was sewn inside the material. Then came the skirt. It was just a wide strip of leather that was wrapped around my hips and fixed with an elaborate clasp. It reached a bit above my knee and was made of the same soft leather.

I loved the clothes.

“Dilba really is the best, you know,” Oriana said, scrutinizing me. “She adjusted some clothes she had been making for me. That’s why she could deliver them so quickly. I must say, she did an incredible job. All right. Hair.”

She sat me down on the bed and ran through my hair with a comb, huffing impatiently at every knot. By the time she was done, I was certain she had ripped out half of my hair, but I hadn’t whimpered once.

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