Page 39 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

When he straightens, he glares at my panties. “This scrap of pink fabric has haunted me for days.” He runs a finger along the edge where it meets my thigh. “Long have I wanted to rip it from you with my tusks.”

I suck in a startled breath, a jolt of want coursing through me. I don’t even care that these are the only panties I have—hell, maybe even the only panties in this whole world.

“But I think I would miss it, miss removing it from your sweet sex.” That wicked,wickedsmile makes my heart skip. “So I will let it live that we might do battle again.”

That doesn’t stop him from sliding a tusk into the waistband and using it to pull them slowly down my legs until they drop to tickle the tops of my feet. I give a little kick, and they fall free, leaving me naked from the waist down.

Normally, I’d feel self conscious by now. I like my big body, like that it lets me enjoy life, but not everyone sees it like that. Yet my magic continues to zip through my veins, reminding me I’m special. And Dravarr’s smoldering eyes trace hot fire over my big breasts and stomach, my thick thighs, and the cropped red curls of my center. I’ve never felt more beautiful.

“Please,” I say. “I want to see you too.”

One quick motion yanks his shirt over his head, his shoulder no longer seeming to pain him. He toes off his boots, and his thumbs hook into the waist of his pants, his long fingers framing the erection straining the front of the soft brown leather.

It leaps free as soon as he unfastens the waist, long and green andthick.

My thighs squeeze together.

And… oh, god. It’s pierced! Two rows of silver metal balls run down the underside in a fascinating display. I’ve read about a Jacob’s Ladder, but I’ve never seen one before. My core clenches as I imagine what it’s going to feel like inside me.

One huge hand wraps around his length, giving a sharp tug that makes him grunt, his hips snapping forward. Fluid leaks from the tip, creamy and thick. “Do you see this? This is all for you. This is how hard you make me.”

I moan, and my legs churn the air, wanting something to wrap around.

Dravarr fists his cock again, pulling his fingers forward until the generous head flares wide and dripping. It’s a lot of fluid, but he’s clearly not coming yet.

More of him becomes visible. A large ball of silver metal sits right at the point where the base of his cock meets the bottom of his stomach. Blue shivers over the surface, which moves, stretching toward me.

“Do you see that?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“It’s my stud. It’s imbued with magic so that it can bring you pleasure.”

“Pleasure?” I gasp the word. It’s not even really a question. I have no doubt Dravarr’s going to please me.

“It will find your sweet spot when I’m inside you.” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a growl. He reaches out, his thumb brushing across my curls right above my clit, which clamors for him to go lower. “It will pleasure you here, even as my cock fills you.”

I pant, my hands squeezing the broom handle.

He leans over, picking up one of my feet. “So many freckles,” he murmurs into the soft dip of my inner ankle, the brush of warm air making my skin come alive. True to his word, he teases his way up my calves, his lips, his tusks, his beard all leaving licks of fire in his wake. Trembles race through me whenever he finds sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had, like when he bends and lifts my leg to get to the back of my knee.

I hang in the air, my legs spread wide, and he kisses his way slowly up one inner thigh, stopping to lave each freckle with his tongue. Then he backtracks down to the opposite leg, and I’m caught, half frustration, half anticipation, this drawn-out tease the most sensual experience of my life.

But he won’t be hurried, no matter how much I dig my heel into his good shoulder, trying to urge him closer.

“Don’t try to rush me, woman.” He gives my thigh a nip with his tusks that makes me shudder. “I said every freckle, and I meant every freckle.”

My mouth clamps shut before I can tell him I also have freckles on my back. I don’t see how I’d survive any more teasing.

He spreads my legs wider as he works his way up my inner thigh, his mouth a hot assault that sets my skin ablaze. Finally reaching the top, he stops and stares, one finger playing with my triangle of red curls. “My sunshine girl, you burn even here.”

My lips tremble as emotion fills my chest. The way he’s treating me, like I’m adored. The words are so sweet, so specific to me, and coming from someone as grumpy as he usually is, they’re twice as precious.

“Ashley,” he breathes into my skin. Then his tongue flicks hot across my clit, fluttering over it with the perfect amount of pressure. All of the tension he’s built within me tightens into a ball of pure pleasure that explodes outward, burning through my body in a supernova of sensation.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Dravarr

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