Page 61 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

Lost in pleasure, I lose my rhythm, and Krivoth takes over, his large shoulders flexing as he lifts me up and down his cock. He grunts each time I sink onto him, his hips snapping upward, and our bodies slap together with deliciously filthy wet noises.

“Taylor, I want you to come on my cock.” His fingers dig into my hips as he buries himself in me, stretching me completely full. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

A wail tears from me as the vibrating stud speeds to a fever pitch, joining with the exquisite feel of his cock filling me. Krivoth roars and lifts me exactly as a blast of heat pours into me with such force it splashes out, coating my thighs. Pleasure shoots from my core in a tsunami of sensation, wiping away everything before it and leaving me lost in pure delight.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Krivoth

My bride collapses forward onto me, her sweet sex still gripping the end of my cock. My knot thickens the base, feeling cold for the lack of her heat, my body wanting to be buried deep. But it would be foolish to knot her and lock us together for hours. This cave feels safe, but even though its single opening makes it readily defensible, it’s not secure enough for me to risk making us vulnerable.

Taylor pulls her knees up to straighten her legs along the top of mine. Her thighs brush the knot, and she stills but for the hand that reaches down her back to feather over the base of my cock.

“What’s that?”

“It’s my knot.”

“Knot?” Her touch grows bolder, and I groan as her palm cups the side of my added thickness.

“It happens when I climax,” I say. “Though not every time.’

“So this is special?”

I gaze down into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’respecial. My knot’s never formed for anyone else.” None of my previous bed partners were serious encounters. Knotting is always a good sign that you’ve found a compatible match, and I never had any doubts it would happen for Taylor.

“And it…” She swallows. “It would happen inside me?”

“Yes,” I growl, imagining the pleasure of burying my knot in her wet heat. “When I knot you, we’ll be locked together for hours.”

“Hours.” She squirms again, slipping free of my erection and rolling to curl against my side. All of her attention focuses on my cock, her eyes and hands exploring me until I groan with the pleasure of an aftershock.

More fluid spills from the tip, adding to the orc seed already coating both of us. As soon as she lets me go, I roll onto my side to face her and pull her higher until her head pillows on my arm. I drag my fingers up and down her front, spreading my seed until it coats her sweet little breasts, rubbing it into her skin. A growling possessive hunger within me grows temporarily sated at the smell of her marked by my scent.

Then my hand drifts lower, slicking the new fluid over her swollen pearl.

She gasps, “Oh, I can’t…”

“You can. Youwill,” I growl. “You’ll be my good girl and come again for me.”

My fingers glide over her, playing her body like a lute, with me a virtuoso. Everything I learned during the Faerie Fruit encounter comes back into play. I know my bride, know what she wants. I use the length of my fingers to pinch along each sideof her sensitive nub, then dive inside. I loved her well, but she’s still achingly tight, the wet velvet of her inner walls clasping around me until all I can imagine is how good it will feel to fill her again with my cock.

Even as need pounds through me, my fingers slow. I will draw this out, make this so good for her she’ll be fully wooed and mine. Soft and gentle, I stroke into her, barely brushing the tips of my fingers against that spot she likes so well.

Her eyes flutter as she bites at her lip. I growl and lean over, sucking it into my mouth, running my tongue over its softness before teasing it across hers.

Her hips shift, her breath catching as she makes needy little noises.

I suck at her mouth, eating the whimpers straight from her lips like a starving man, pulling all of her desire into me.

Each touch a little faster, a little firmer, than the last, I bring her right to the edge until she clings to my shoulders, my name a plea moaned into my mouth.

“See? You’re being such a good girl for me. And good girls get to come.” I press the heel of my hand firmly against her sensitive nub even as my fingers caress her inside. “Come for me, my Taylor.”

My commands shivers through her, and she flutters around my fingers in a bewitching dance of pleasure. My bride cries my name, her voice suffused with delight, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Goddess knows, anyone could have snuck in here and attacked you,” an overly amused voice says. “Good thing I like you.”

One of my arms curves around Taylor, and the other reaches for the hilt of my sword. Then my sleep-fogged brain recognizes the voice. I crack one eye open and growl, “Mist.”

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