Page 55 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“I dream of your panties.” I slip two fingers into the soft fabric and pull. “Of the way the lace felt against the back of my hand when my fingers thrust inside of you. Of the way it held me close to your hot wetness, when you were such a good girl and came for me.”

“Oh, god.” Taylor grips my shoulders as her whole body trembles.

My hands glide down her legs, peeling her pants from them until she steps free to stand in front of me in nothing but two scraps of purple.

She might be short, but my bride is perfectly proportioned. Her slim legs widen deliciously at her hips in a way that makes my hands ache to grip her there as I pull her onto my cock.

I reach for her bra, ready to have her naked, but she shies away.

“Why do you hesitate?” I ask.

Her bow-shaped mouth puckers into a frown. “Lots of guys have made fun of my chest for being small.”

“Lots?” It emerges as a feral growl. “Many men have seen your naked breasts?”

“What? No. Not lots.” Her eyes go wide. “But even when I’m dressed, it’s clear I don’t have big boobs, so—”

“These men are fools who should count themselves lucky I cannot go to your world and rip out their stupid tongues, for they have no business speaking thus.” I kiss her little nipples, licking through the lace until they harden for me. “Your breasts are perfect.”

She smiles, and I kiss her again, plundering her mouth with mine until she moans and squirms against me, and I need to feel all of our skin touching skin.

Biting back a hiss of pain, I stand and let her remove my boots. To have her on her knees before me makes my cock strain against the front of my pants, threatening to burst through the leather.

She catches me watching her, and my thoughts must be plain on my face, for a mischievous smile of delight curls her lips as she looks up at me. Then she leans forward and places a kiss on the head of my erection, the pressure teasing through the brown leather.

I groan and fist my hands in her hair, wanting those pink lips wrapped around my cock with nothing between us. But if she needs a bath, I need ten. I’m ready to wash the sweat of battle away, so there’s nothing but the two of us and our mingled scents of sex and pleasure.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Taylor

We haven’t even really done much yet, and Krivoth’s dick is already rock hard. And the way he looks at me? I’ve never felt more beautiful. Usually, I’m kind of self conscious with guys, assuming they wish I had a bit more of a butt and bigger boobs.

But Krivoth looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world, and it’s contagious. Ifeelreally sexy with him.

I lean forward, press my lips to his erection, and feel it jerk inside his pants. My thighs clench. He’s so turned on by me that it’s really effing hot!

“If you keep that up,” he growls, “we won’t bathe as you want.”

“Why not?” I ask with false innocence as I tease a finger up and down his length, feeling the balls of his piercings even through the leather.

“Minx.” His hand fists in my hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pain to make my nerves sing. “I’ll have you on your back with my cock buried inside of you so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

My heart skips as I picture it, all the power of his massive body on top of me, overwhelming me, taking me hard. I lick my lips. That’ll certainly quiet my racing thoughts, exactly as I need.

Krivoth groans and shifts… and a wince flashes across his face as he puts weight on his injured leg. He hides it really quickly, but I know what I saw.

I have no doubt he could do exactly as he says, even while he’s hurt. But as much as I want him to take me hard, I don’t like the thought of him ripping open his stitches. He only got wounded because he was protecting me. I won’t have it get any worse.

“Tempting.” I keep my tone teasing so he won’t guess why I’m changing tactics. I sit back on my heels and start to unlace his pants. “But I want my bath.”

It’s really effing difficult to remember my decision, because the moment I open the front of his leather pants, his cock surges free, almost slapping me in the face. I thought I remembered what it looks like that from night in the tent, but the memory pales as I face it now, close up.

It’s gigantic! Thick and green and hard. Milky fluid already pours from the tip, and I shiver. How much of what I felt last time was Faerie Fruit, and how much was this? He said orc seed has aphrodisiac qualities…

I force myself to keep tugging, pulling the leather down his narrow hips. He hisses, just a quick indrawn breath, when I ease it down his thighs, over the slight bulk of the bandage.

“Sorry!”

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