Page 34 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

It’s like that perfect moment when you’re drinking with friends and having the best of times, and your body feels like something you can still control. But instead of tipping over into stumbling drunkenness or a return to sobriety, you hang there, caught in that perfect moment.

Something presses against my lips, and they part, taking in another berry in a burst of tangy sweet delight. The last of my thoughts dance away even as my body sways harder.

The sprites fly up, offering Krivoth glitter-dusted berries, but his lips stay pressed together in a flat, boring line.

They shriek. “Eat!”

“Eat!” I yell, too, throwing my arms overhead.

He holds resolute, a green mountain of unmovable muscle.

“No! Don’t be like that!” I spin back to him and grip his arms. “If you won’t eat, then dance. Dance with me!”

“I will dance with you.” He says it so grumpily, like some dire pronouncement, that I can’t help but laugh.

Then his hands are on me, his huge body moving to the rhythm of the magic pulsing through me,myrhythm. “Can you hear it, too? The music? It’s so beautiful!”

“I hear only the beat of your heart,” he says. “That’s music enough for me.”

“That’s so sweet, so lovely!” I throw my arms around him, plastering myself to him until I’m not dancing alone anymore—I’m swept along by his movements as my wild flail turns into us slow dancing.

I sway in his arms, our bodies moving together, one of his big thighs brushing the outside of mine, the other…

Every time that knee lifts, his thigh presses between my legs for a split second. Heat sweeps through me in a tingling rush, and my core tightens. My entire being focuses on that touch, so tantalizing I never want it to stop, even though it’s not enough.

“Krivoth.” My fingers fist in his shirt as I strain closer, trying to climb him. “Krivoth,please.”

Huge hands lift my butt, pulling me up until I wrap my legs around his hips and grind myself on the rock-hard length of his erection. God, it’smassive.

“Krivoth, I need you,” I pant. “Please. I want to be your good girl. Call me your good girl.” Oh, god, did I really just say that out loud? Tell him I have a praise kink like it’s nothing?

“You want to be my good girl?” His voice emerges strangled, and a glance upward shows the tendons of his neck standing out in stark relief. God, he’s so handsome. Locks of his hair hang loose around his face, having escaped his warrior braid. It makes me want to free it all, to run my hands through it, to feel more of him.Allof him.

I rub up and down again, a whimper escaping me both from the feel of him and his words. “Please.”

“Fuck.”

I nod vigorously, sliding a hand down to try to unfasten his pants. “Exactly.”

“No. Good girls do as I say.” He knocks my hand away. “Iwill do this, so that we don’t do too much.”

“Too much? There’s no such thing as too much!”

“Tell me that again in the morning.”

“I’m telling you right now.” I don’t usually edge toward the bratty side of things, but I want him too much to stop. I’ve been attracted to him since the moment I first saw him. This is simply me getting out of my own way and acting on it. I pop open the button on my jeans, yanking at the fabric until the zipper slides open, exposing a vee of my favorite purple panties.

“What’s this?” One big finger traces over their lacy front. “How can lace be so soft?”

“A human magic called technology,” I pant, straining upward, trying to get that finger lower.

A sprite flies close, offering me another berry, and Krivoth snaps his tusks at it, making it flee. “She’s had enough.”

“Not of you, I haven’t.” I rub up and down his length again, my clit tingling wildly. “I need more ofyou.”

He groans and reaches into his pants. I expect him to adjust himself or open the laces or something, but instead, he pulls out a handful of milky fluid.

His fingers are slick as they skate down my stomach, leaving licks of fire in their wake. My body tingles wildly as they dive into my underwear and slip to either side of my throbbing clit. “Do you like that, my good girl?”

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