Page 16 of Bound to the Orc Ranger

My brain stutters for a second and starts listing things. One, Rovann doesn’t wear underwear. Two, Rovann is completely naked. Three, Rovann’s thighs are as thickly muscled as his skin-tight pants led me to believe. Four, Rovann’s cock is…

Oh, god.

“It’s pierced!” I blurt.

Not just a little pierced, either. A full row of barbells run up the underside in the longest Jacob’s Ladder ever. Because Rovann’s cock is as big as the rest of him, huge and green and jutting forward.

“For your pleasure.” He smirks, flashing his tusks. “I got pierced the day I earned my warrior status.”

There’s something else. A metal sphere as big as the end of my thumb sits right above his erection. The silver surface shines with a faint blue light.

“What isthat?” Oh, my god, I’m pointing at his dick! But I can’t help myself.

“It’s my stud.” One huge hand wraps around his length and pulls it down so I can get a better look. “Its magic will ensure even more pleasure for you.”

“Uh…” I can’t form coherent words.

“It will sense what you like best and do it.” He shrugs as if it’s as simple as that.

As if to prove his words, the silver metal flows outward, extending like a tongue seeking something to lick. The stud sits right where my clit will be if he’s inside me.

A tingling warmth sparks in my belly, and my core clenches.

Rovann’s nostrils flare, and he smirks, flashing his tusks.

He can smell me? Smell my arousal? I spin away, pressing my palms to flushed cheeks, trying to cool them.

Water splashes behind me. “I’m covered now. It’s safe to look.”

No. Looking at Rovann can never be called safe. He’s too big, too present, too overwhelming.

And a part of me sure doesn’t hate it.

When I’m composed enough to face him, he’s staring intently at me. “Join me, my bride.”

My hands grip the bottom of my borrowed shirt, lifting the loose material to my waist, where I pause. “Aren’t you going to turn around so I can undress?”

“Why should I? How will I ‘get to know you better’ if I’m turned away?”

Ah, hell. I’ll give him one thing—he sure paid attention to what I said earlier, even if he uses my own words now to get what he wants.

But it’s freeing, too, the idea that he desires me so much. I’m not quite sure how marriage works here in this new world, but I am sure of him. Rovann has been nothing but good to me.

I pull the shirt the rest of the way off, his smell lingering on the fabric and teasing my nose. Thank god I have on my best bra, not that that’s saying much. Although cotton and plain, it’s a pretty purple with tiny strips of lace bordering each cup.

As I toe off my sneakers and ankle socks, my fingers unbutton my jeans. The soft denim clings to my thighs as I slide it down, down, down, my newly bared skin kissed by the sun.

The hearts decorating my panties are the same purple as the bra, making them look like a matched set instead of something bought off the sale rack. I’m proud of that now, glad I took that extra hour scouring the clearance bins to find something nice.

Because the way Rovann looks at me makes me feel like I’m wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world. He growls, his dark eyes flashing with a fire that boosts my confidence.

He gestures me forward, and soft moss cushions each step. When I hesitate on the edge, Rovann erupts from the pool, clear liquid sluicing over him, outlining every muscle. He scoops me off my feet and into the water, which closes over my butt and legs with delicious warmth.

Crushed to his chest, my palms flattened to hot, bare skin, I can’t catch my breath. My nipples pebble, pushing against the fabric of my bra.

He settles onto a rocky shelf with me on his lap, the water rising to cover my shoulders. It’s so clear I can see everything. Not that I need toseewith his dick pressed firmly against the side of my thigh, the ends of each barbell adding a fascinating texture to his hardness. What will those feel like inside me? The thought makes me squirm.

“If you keep that up,” Rovann growls, “I won’t be able to help myself.”

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