Page 95 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

I rock with him, tipping my hips to take him fully, my legs pulling him tight. I feel like I can’t get close enough to him, like I want more, but I can’t imagine how anything can top this.

Over and over, he moves in and out of me, his handsome face lost in pleasure. I love making him look like that, love that he finds me so desirable. I’ve never felt more beautiful, and it’s more than physical, this feeling. I believe him when he says he finds beauty in my heart.

I know I find it in his.

He’s fought for me from the moment we met, crossed a continent to save me. There’s never been a truer man.

“I love you, Krivoth.”

He groans, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deeply. Wet heat fills me as his stud vibrates over my sensitive nub, and I clench in the first flutter of orgasm.

Warmth heats my chest, my heart pounds, and I suck in a sharp breath, full of the sweet scent of his cream and sex. Then something new happens. A fullness, past even that of his large size, grows and grows.

I moan as the delicious pressure tips me over the edge into an orgasm that goes on and on like waves in an endless ocean, washing through me with tingling pleasure until I collapse, completely spent.

Krivoth’s hips still, and one large hand slides underneath me to splay across my bottom. He rolls us until I’m on top, and even though he’s careful to keep me pressed to him, something tugs on my entrance.

“What’s that?” My muscles give a squeeze, and another flood of pleasure washes through me.

Krivoth moans and says, “That’s my knot.”

I push up onto my elbows to see him better and squeeze again.

He grunts, his hips moving.

“Are you getting aftershocks?” I ask. “’Cause I’m getting aftershocks.”

“Yes.” He gives me a wicked smile. “We’ll have them the whole time we’re knotted. Which is hours, by the way.”

“Mmm, hours.” I run a hand over his chest, then stop. “Krivoth! You got a tattoo! Why didn’t I see it before?” It’s a dark crescent moon with a pattern inside, almost like Celtic knot work, but not quite.

“It’s a moon bound mate mark. You should have one too.”

I lift up a little farther, and his fingers find it. Mine’s smaller than his, but that makes sense—I’m smaller as well. “What does it mean?”

“It means the Moon Goddess blesses our mating.”

“Didn’t she already marry us?”

“Think of this as confirmation.”

I squeeze, making him moan again, and he shifts his hips, sending pleasure shooting through me.

“It’s gonna be a long few hours,” I say.

His expression sobers, and he brushes hair away from my cheek. “Any regrets?”

I turn to press a kiss into his palm, tasting the sweetness of his cream. “Not a one.”

“Good. Because I wasn’t going to let you go, no matter what you said.” His arms lock around me. “I can’t, and I don’t mean the knot.”

“You better not.” I lay back down, resting my head right over the strong beat of his heart. Fatigue tugs at me, weighing my eyelids as I yawn. I slide a hand over my mouth. “Oh, sorry.”

“Rest, my love.” He brings my hand to his lips for a kiss. “I have you.”

Safe in his arms, I do exactly what he says.

Dawn lightens the window, and I give a sleepy yawn, sprawled across Krivoth’s chest. We’re locked together again, his knot filling me exactly as his love fills my heart.

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