Page 83 of The Widow and the Orcs

Killikbroke before she did, his gasp choking as he shoved in even harder, plunged so deep it was pain — and then he shook, and surged out deep inside.Fillingher with him, with his seed and his certainty and his peace, giving her all she longed for, in this perfect overpowering moment —

AndthenLouisawas the one shattering, shouting, breaking apart beneath him, shuddering into his beauty and his relief.Hewas so good, he was so fucking good, and she wanted to beg him, to melt into him, to drown in him.

Butsomehow, somehow, she kept it all clamped down inside, but for her shaking body, and her deep dragging gasps.AndKillikwasn’t saying anything either, just breathing hard against her ear, his softening strength still faintly spasming as it ground deep inside.

“Oughtto writeWolf’sletter,” he finally said, into her ear. “Heshall welcome hearing from you thus,Iken.”

What?Louisatwitched all over, but the shock and disbelief she should have felt were muted somehow, along with all her resistance.Andshe could only seem to nod, groping for the letter with one shaky hand, dipping the quill with the other.

Killikcame to see me whileIwas in the midst of this letter, she wrote.Hetold me that you sent him, and that you wished to grant me joy.Iwant to reassure you that he has diligently followed your instructions, and —

Shepaused there, breathing hard, because her hand was still trembly, andKillikwas still faintly pulsing inside her, holding there, waiting.Watching.Wantingher to do this.

Andeven asIwrite this, he is wielding his considerableSkaiattributes against me, and taunting me.Heis excessively enraging, and impossibly infuriating, andIcan only hope —

Killik’sgrowl was low in her ear, not even close to a laugh this time, andLouisashuddered, and made herself keep writing.Ican only hope he will continue granting me such gifts, and offering me his strength and his scent.

Killik’sbody had slightly relaxed over her again, his cock gently swelling again inside her, and oh, he’d even begun pumping again, just small circling movements. “Writethis to him also, woman,” he murmured. “Inyour pretty words.Asyou feel this.”

Godsdamn him and his overwhelming, overpowering body, his tempting voice, and the wayLouisawanted to oblige him, wanted him to be pleased, wanted him to want her.Heis even now growing restive again, she wrote,and making certainIfeel the same.Icannot help but long for more of him, for the way he stirs within me seems to set me aflame with yearning, and a growing need for…

Killik’sthrusts were hardening again, lengthening, the sounds now slick and sloppy between them, the hot fluid streaking down her thighs.Forhis deepening labours, and the promise of his further enrichment.Forthough he has already emptied his loins once, and poured out his blessings upon me, he is brimming with abundance yet again, and flourishing yet fuller, teeming and thronging within me —

Herquill scrawled sideways asKillikyanked her tight, and again sprayed out deep within her.Pulsingagain and again as his hips convulsed, and his growl rasped deep into her ear.AndLouisawas moaning too, scrabbling helplessly at the desk, lost in the flashing floundering truth of it, of him, pouring her full of him, yet again.

Andwhen he slowly drew out again, releasing yet more hot fluid around him, and then sank back inside, she knew this was part of it, too.Hisslow, taunting thrusts, pumping brazen into his own slick mess, spreading it, leaking it, pooling it down her thighs, down his own groin, onto the floor…

AndnowIam again bursting with him, she wrote, with her shaky, tingling hand.Hehas borne so much fruit for me,Iam utterly overcome.Icannot fathom a more —

Shehesitated again, wincing, because gods, what had she been about to write, to betray — but here wasKillik’splunge in again, a gentle scrape of his teeth on her tender-feeling neck.Andshe hauled in more breath, strength from the desk beneath her, as she scrawled out the rest of it, as quickly as she could.

Amore wondrous and generous gift.Ionly wish you were here to join us, sweetheart, and to praise your fierce lusty pup, and make him blush and smile at you.Muchlove,Louisa.

Sheexhaled as she shoved aside the quill, and squeezed her eyes shut.Asif she could somehow pretend she just hadn’t written that, that it was all just sitting there forKillikto read.Forhim to lord over her, or mock her, or…

Orto thrust something into her trembling hand.Aclean-looking rag.Andthen he gave a firm pat to her hip, and slowly began drawing himself out again.Givingher enough time to shove the rag into place before he stepped backwards, and then swiped his clawed hand over her for the letter.

“Verypretty scribbling, woman,” he said, his voice far too smooth, as he deftly rolled the letter into a scroll. “Heshall enjoy this.”

Well.Louisaattempted a nod as she awkwardly turned to face him, to where his trousers were already tied up again, his eyes not quite meeting hers. “Anddoes — does this count as one of our four nights?” she asked, before she could stop it. “Or— or isUlfarrstill even able to see me?Didthey — did they have an answer on that, too?”

Killik’seyes flicked to hers, and away again. “Ach, you yet have your four nights with him, woman,” he said. “Oughtto use them wisely.”

Louisashould have been pleased by that — she was pleased by that — wasn’t she?Andthat wasn’t disappointment coiling in her belly, because she hadn’t still been hoping that maybe — ifSimonallowed it — maybeKillikwould extend the four nights, once their deal was finished.Maybehe would just let them keep having this, enjoying this, especially ifUlfarrwas here at the camp…

“Soyou’re only here for a fortnight, you said?”Louisaasked, her voice thin. “UntilSimonandMariacome to visit?”

Killik’seyes met hers again, and he nodded. “Butjust as you asked,Iken this visit is to… judgeWolf,” he replied. “Towitness his camp and his work.Andif he can prove himself, show himself worthy and faithful and true, then mayhap” — his throat convulsed — “mayhap they shall allow him to stay.”

Thehopefulness flared back intoLouisa’schest, so strong it was almost painful. “Andwhat about the rest of it?” she asked, high-pitched. “Hisplace in the clan?Histitle?Hisright to take a mate?”

Killik’smouth twisted, his breath exhaling slow. “Mayhapthat also,” he said, lower. “Wemust put on a good show,Iken.”

Agood show.Thewarmth flared up with the hope, because if anyone could put on a good show, it wasKillik, right?Butthe longerLouisasearched his eyes, the more she realized he was — nervous.Uncertain.Maybeeven afraid.He’dworked for so long, for so many years, and now the prize was so close, just within his reach —

Orperhaps about to be lost forever.BecauseSimonhad already judgedUlfarrharshly once, hadn’t he?He’dtaken awayUlfarr’spack, his title, his happiness, his hope, even his health.Anddid he have the power to take more?Tomake it even worse?

Louisaswallowed hard, took a shaky breath. “ButIhopeUlfarr’shealing is permanent, at least?” she finally asked, hollow, into the silence. “Hewon’t need to bear the pain anymore?”

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