Page 57 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“You’re still dressed.” He plucks at my bra strap.

“Why don’t you get in the water, and I’ll take them off for you?”

He growls, “Yes, good girl.”

My thighs clench at the praise.

Hexagonal stones tile the bottom of the pool, and honeycomb columns make up the sides, rising to the height of the path. Around the edges on the inside, there are columns ofvarying heights, which create stair steps and also seats under the water, where you can sit and lean back against the side.

Krivoth eases down one set of “stairs,” placing his hands on the edge of the pool to support his weight as he goes deeper into the steaming water. He lets out a groan as he sinks up to his shoulders. Then he ducks under and comes up, hands slicking the long waterfall of his black hair back from his face. Krivoth chooses one of the “seats” on the opposite side of the pool and sits so he faces me.

“The heat feels amazing.” His eyes sharpen, focusing on me, and his hand lifts from the water to beckon me to him. “But you will feel even better.”

I grin and slip one bra strap from my shoulder, then the other, making him groan and sit forward. No one’s ever gotten this excited about my small breasts before. With a twist, I release the front clasp, and my bra springs open, baring me to him.

“You undo me, my moon bound. I am a simple man of poor words, knowing little beyond warrior training, but I will use those I can.” The intensity of his gaze races across me, leaving licks of fire everywhere he looks. “The force of your beauty strikes straight to the heart of me, leaving me stunned. I want nothing more than to gaze upon you for the rest of my days.”

His words wash a way the last of my self consciousness, leaving behind the sexy woman I’ve always wanted to be. “So you don’t want to touch?” I tease, dragging my fingers over one of my already hard nipples and pinching it until I gasp.

He mutters a rough curse, shoves to his feet, and stalks to this side of the pool, water streaming down his perfect chest and glinting off the planes of his muscles. “Do that again.” His voice is a deep growl.

I make a production of licking my thumb and dragging it over my other nipple, then blow cool air across it. Tingles shoot straight to my clit, and I shiver.

“Good girl. Now, take off the rest,” he commands. “I would see you.”

I bite my lip and hook my thumbs in the side of my panties. Swiveling so he can see my butt, I lean over and slowly glide the lacy fabric down my legs. When I stand and turn, I’m completely naked.

I’ve never done a striptease before, but the way Krivoth looks at me, his eyes devouring me, makes me tingle everywhere. This is exactly what I need, exactly what I asked for. I’ve never felt so alive.

His mouth opens, and all the pretty words of before are replaced with one tortured growl. “Mine.”

His hand snaps out, closing around my ankle, his fingers so long they touch the heel of his palm. For all the power rippling through his shoulder, his tug is gentle. “Come to me, my good girl, my Taylor.”

The water’s so hot it’s shocking, and I pick my way down the “steps,” trembling as my thighs, my butt, my stomach drop into its heat. I spread my legs, and the warmth of the water touches me there as well, but it’s a ghost of the pleasure Krivoth’s hands can bring.

One more step, and I plunge into the pool, which closes over my head. Thank god, I can swim, because seeing Krivoth stand with his head above water fooled me into thinking the hot spring isn’t that deep. A bubble of laughter escapes me and floats upward, and I kick off the rock floor to break the surface right as his large hands encase my shoulders.

He pulls me to him, his hands sliding to my butt, lifting me until my legs wrap around his waist. The warmth of the water is nothing compared to the hard heat of his body. I moan as my nipples crush into his chest, the pressure delicious.

His mouth takes mine again, nipping at my lips with his tusks and demanding entrance. My legs tighten, my bodystraining upward, the water helping me climb him so we can kiss and kiss some more.

Heavy drugging kisses that make my head whirl and seep through me like a seductive potion, heating my blood. I squirm against the hard planes of his chest, dragging my nipples back and forth in tingles of sensation. My pelvis grinds forward into his rippled stomach, my clit throbbing and demanding more.

I want to drown in this feeling, lose myself in him again like I just did. All the worry and excitement of battle mixes with the joy of being alive, of feeling this. Winning games offers a pale imitation of the reality of real danger.

And the sweet joys of victory.

Krivoth’s hands flex on my butt, and he pulls me down, away from his mouth, so that—

“Oh! Oh, god!”

He’s already hard again. He drags me down the front of his cock, the slide slickened by orc seed, which is so thick and creamy it isn’t immediately washed away by the water. Tingling warmth coats me wherever the heavy fluid touches, and the twin lines of his piercings rub extra sensation into my skin.

“Do you like that, my good girl? Do you like the feel of my cock?”

My head bobbles in a jerky nod as his words send a rush of excitement through me. When the thick head rubs over my aching clit, coating it in orc seed, I gasp and bear down. My hips jerk in his hands, my body taking over.

He pulls me up and down the front of his length over and over, growling with each movement. “That’s it. Ride me like a good girl. Take your pleasure.”

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