Page 52 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

“The sluagh are soul stealers. They suck your soul from you one sip at a time until you lose the will to fight. Then they feast. The more times you’re attacked, the more susceptible you are.”

I shiver.

His fingers trail over my cheek. “The thought of them daring to touch you…”

“Make me forget.” I step closer and slip my bra straps from my shoulders until the pink cups drop away. I place his huge hand on one breast.

He groans, his eyes going hot. “But your arms…”

“Can wait. I want to feel something good. I need it. I need you.”

With a growl, he scoops me into his arms and kisses me like he’ll die if he doesn’t, fusing our mouths together and nipping at my lips with his tusks until I open for him. He sucks on my tongue, and I moan, licking at his.

Last night had been achingly sweet and special.

This?

This isfire.

A celebration of being alive.

Two long strides carry us over to the furs, and Dravarr lays me down upon them, his hands stripping off my panties as they slide down my body. I hurry to unfasten my bra, tossing it aside.

He stands, towering over me. The night-dark walls around him sparkle with the gleam of thousands of distant stars, outlining him like he’s some ancient god striding across a celestial sky. When he leans forward to tear off his pants, his dark braid slips over his shoulder to hang in front of him, heavy with water, and he flips it out of the way, needing to peel the wet leather down his strong thighs. The material clings, as if it doesn’t want to let him go, and I can’t blame it.

He’s glorious, all thick muscle and power. His beautiful green skin highlights his Wild Fae nature, the magic in him calling to mine.

And I understand something about myself in that moment of resonance. My flying is a nature-based magic, the power connected to air and wind and sky, as well as a relationship to the ground.

I must be some kind of elemental witch, and I think my mother was, too. Even if she never felt the full force of her power on Earth because we were cut off from Faerie, I know she tapped some piece of it during her final moments, keeping the fire away from me, giving me the gift of life twice over.

I was always meant to feel this connection to him, to the metal magic he calls his own.

When he stands before me naked, his cock huge and proud and already weeping creamy fluid, I reach for him with both arms. “Please.” It’s all I can say as need courses through me. “Please, Dravarr.”

He moves over me in one swift motion, his body large and heavy andperfect.

I arch up into him, dragging my hard nipples back and forth across his chest as he takes my mouth in another of those hungry kisses that set my whole body on fire.

Without breaking our kiss, he arches over me, scooping up a handful of his milky fluid and slathering it across my breasts ina wash of heat. He groans into my mouth, “I love making you smell like my seed. I’m going to bathe you in it, press it so deep into your skin you’ll always carry my scent.”

Desire shoots through me, both from the aphrodisiac and his words.

His hand returns, carrying more cream. He glides it up my inner thigh to slick over my clit. “This is mine.” Dravarr cups my sex, fingertips teasing my entrance. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, my hips lifting, chasing pleasure. “All of me is yours.”

He growls, the deep sound vibrating through me as two fingers plunge inside. Over and over he gathers his seed, pushing it into me with hot, thick fingers.

I writhe, the luxurious furs caressing my back and butt as tingling desire rushes through me, coiling tight in my belly. I don’t even recognize the noises I make, little gasps and whimpers of pure need.

His thumb brushes my clit in a burst of sensation, and I come, screaming into his mouth as his lips eat at me, devouring my pleasure as if it’s the very sustenance of life.

“My Ashley,” he growls, tearing away to come up over me. “I’m going to make you shatter even more prettily on my cock.”

“Please,” I sob, clutching at his shoulders, my heart still racing, my core aching and empty. “Please.”

His thighs spread mine wide as he fists the base of his erection, rubbing the pierced underside up and down my folds. The metal balls sing against my skin, tracing lines of fire, and I can feel a tingle of his magic in them. Then he brings the swollen head of his cock to my entrance, and all of my being zeroes in on that one, sensitive spot.

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