Page 71 of Bound to the Orc Guardian

Yes, I grip his shoulder, speaking to him with my body,I’m yours. Then I pull him to me. It doesn’t matter that I just came—I’m empty and wanting, the orc seed keeping me at a fever pitch. “Nice start. But you have alotmore to make up to me.”

He growls and shifts until he’s at my entrance. Big, so unbelievably big, his thick cock stretches me so wide it steals my breath with its perfection.

Sturrm groans, deep and guttural, and his hips snap forward, burying him deep.

“Yes!” I scream.

Then all words are lost as sensation overwhelms me.

The first time we were together was amazing, a careful mutual seduction teased across my skin.

This time there’s nothing but fire.

He growls with each thrust. When I start to slide across the furs, he slips a hand under my lower back to cup my ass and hold me in place.

My knees raise, splaying wide as his hips pound against me with meaty slaps. I claw at his shoulders, half lifting off the furs, my nipples begging to be crushed against his firm chest.

Fast like this, the twin lines of his ball piercings trace extra licks of fire with each withdrawal. Then a hum of magicflickers to life between us as his stud comes to life. A little mouth closes over my clit, and its sucking, fluttering pulses drive me wild.

I gasp, unable to get enough breath, little noises torn from my mouth with each thrust, animal noises I’ve never heard myself make before.

The sweet milky smell of orc seed fills my nose, and the salt of his skin flavors my tongue. My heart races, trying to keep up with the constant shocks of delight.

“Selena,” Sturrm growls over and over, my name a chant to the goddess of pleasure. “Selena.”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m yours.”

My words unlock an even wilder side of him. Sturrm comes down on top of me, his weight a glorious pressure. He blocks out the rest of the world until he’s all I can see, all I can feel. I relish in it, rocking my breasts against his firm muscles, my nipples sensitive and tingling. I lick at the salty smoothness of his skin, then sink my teeth into his pectoral.

His hips snap forward, burying him so deep he hits my cervix in a tap that’s part pleasure, part pain, and all overwhelming sensation. His stud fastens more tightly over my clit, sucking and sucking and…

I scream his name, head tipped backward, back arching up against him as my inner muscles flutter around his hard cock. The pleasure intensifies, making me squirt, a thing I’ve never done with anyone but Sturrm. The tingling warmth in my core spirals outward, filling my entire body with delight.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Sturrm

My moon bound bride calls my name as she climaxes, and never has a sweeter song been sung.

A possessive, feral pleasure fills my chest. I groan, happy to have satisfied her well. For I can no longer deny it.

She ismine.

I’m not worthy of her, but Selena wants me, and I can deny her nothing.

Her core tightens around me in a wild dance, her fluids coating us both.

I strain with everything I have to fight off my own pleasure for as long as possible. I cannot knot her herein this room without even a door, this room that belongs to others instead of me. It doesn’t matter that the dragons are allies.

I need to claim her fully in a place that’s mine.

Her scream of pleasure still echoes through my soul as her eyes flutter open, a wicked glint brightening the rich copper brown. Her muscles clamp tight around me.

I groan, hips jerking as the need tofill, tothrust, takes over. My tight balls contract even farther, pulling close to my body, aching to release. She grips me so tightly, her core tugs at each piercing as I withdrawal, the sensation delicious.

Over and over, I plunge into her, the desire to be as close as two people can be overwhelming. I love her. She is mine.

She is my moon bound bride.

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