Page 28 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

“Orc cum is not like what you are used to,” he tells me, all hints of amusement vanishing from his face. “Do not start something if you are not certain about me.”

“Start something?” I roll my eyes, and he grins up at me, pinching one nipple until I moan again. My hips grind against his cock, still trapped in his pants. “It’s already started. We started this together, and now I want to finish you.”

“Kal’aki ne, the only way I’m finishing is inside you.” His voice is a low growl that sends fresh goosebumps shivering over my skin.

My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and I could drink in the way he’s looking at me forever.

“Show me,” I say on an exhalation. I fumble at the bottom of his shirt, and he starts to rip at it.

“Stop.” I laugh. “You only have one shirt, and mine won’t fit. If you come to work in only an apron tomorrow, the customers might like it, but I would be extremely jealous.”

“Maybe I want to see you all jealous,” he murmurs, his touch tender on my cheek. “Maybe I want you to want me in front of them, to show everyone you’re mine.”

I lean down, unable to resist his touch and his words, sealing our lips with a kiss.

A kiss that grows more fervent. I taste my own pleasure on his tongue, and he seeks mine out, chasing it with his. A growl grows in his throat and I finally lean back, hot and bothered.

I tug his shirt up more, and we carefully, finally, get the soft fabric all the way off.

“See? No fabric harmed in the process,” I tell him smugly.

“You liked it when I ripped yours off. It made you come even harder for me,” he says.

I pretend like I ignore him, but I love it—I love the way he’s talking to me.

I run my palms down the muscled swells of his chest, then down the thick ridges of his abs. “You are a work of art,” I tell him.

He raises one eyebrow at me, then raises both arms, flexing.

My laugh bubbles out before I can stop it, and all I can think is that I’ve never laughed this much during sex, not with anyone, not ever.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten me to orgasm first,” I say out loud.

Embarrassed, I stare down at him, wide-eyed.

“Good,” he says, that feral, predatory look in his eyes once again. “Then getting you addicted to my mouth and my cum will be no problem at all.”

I inhale, pushing down another laugh, because what the hell is he on about? “Addicted to your cum?” I snort, unable to hold it back any longer. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I doubt that. I highly doubt that.”

His eyes glitter. “That’s because you’ve never had orc cum. I am not making light of this, kal’aki ne. One taste of my cum, and you’ll be wrapped around my finger as much as I am yours.”

I pause, turned out but also now, slightly trepidatious. “You mean… those old rumors—I thought that was just old wives’ tales.” Gossip and hearsay, fairytales for horny witches.

That’s what I always thought, though I refrain from putting that to words.

“It excites you,” he growls, thrusting his still-clad hips up, making us both take a shuddering breath. “I can smell how much you like the idea of it.”

“I do,” I admit, surprising myself.

“I want you too, kal’aki ne. Don’t forget that once you’ve had a taste.”

My fingers tremble as I continue lightly tracing them down his stomach, which ripples under my touch. It takes me a moment to unbutton his pants, which are worn thin and in need of replacing.

He shudders as I tug them down, his fingers still playing at my nipples.

His legs are just as beautifully muscled as the rest of him, and I slide my hands over his thighs in appreciation of the thick green expanse.

But it’s his cock that I’m staring at.

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