“Please, X,” I beg shamelessly. “Give me your knot. I need it so badly.”
“Mmm, since you asked so nicely...”
With a final powerful surge of his hips, Xnaurl lodges his massive knot inside me. It notches snugly behind my pelvic bone, stretching me impossibly full. I’m so stuffed I can barely breathe. Tremors wrack my body as another earth-shattering orgasm crashes over me in unrelenting waves.
Desperately needing an anchor, I palm my breast, kneading and tugging the sensitive flesh. Each squeeze sends jolts of sensation straight to where we’re locked together. I ride out the pulses ofmy climax, lost to everything but this perfect feeling of absolute completion.
Xnaurl’s heavy breath caresses the back of my neck as he hugs me tightly to his muscular chest. We melt together into his plush office chair, my legs wantonly splayed on either side of his thick green thighs.
His large hand cups my neglected breast possessively while the other lightly pets the sticky mess between my quivering legs. Clawed fingers gently brush over where we’re intimately joined, still pulsing with lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
A deep, contented purr rumbles in his broad chest, vibrating against my back. The smug satisfaction is practically radiating off him. I can’t even bring myself to care about the debauched picture we must make right now. Let the whole office walk in and see how thoroughly he’s claimed me, marked me as his. Nothing else matters when I’m blissed out in his arms like this.
As the intensity slowly ebbs, Xnaurl’s knot eventually softens enough to slip free with a gush of our combined release. To my delighted surprise, his impressive erection hasn’t flagged at all. He’s still rock hard and ready for more.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls playfully, nipping at my earlobe.
Before I can reply, he lifts my pliant body and repositions us. I find myself bent over the arm of the chair, my sensitive nipples dragging against the leather. X notches the thick head of his cock against the furled bud of my ass and pushes inside with a drawn-out groan.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” he grunts as he hilts himself fully in my back channel.
I whimper at the burning stretch, arching instinctively into the intrusion. X reaches around to firmly rub my swollen clit with clever fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain ricocheting through my nerves. At the same time, he plunges two thick digits knuckle-deep into my gaping, fluttering cunt.
“X!” I keen helplessly, simultaneously stuffed full and achingly empty. He pistons his hips languidly, thrusting in counterpoint to his pumping fingers. The dual stimulation is too much and I’m flying again, inner muscles clamping down on his wonderfully invasive touch.
When I finally drift back down to earth, X gathers me into his arms and carries me to his private executive bathroom. He turns on the rainfall shower and steps under the steamy spray with me still clinging to him like a limpet.
The water sluices over our entwined bodies as he gently cleans me with soft washcloths, worshipping every inch of my skin. I sag bonelessly against his sturdy frame, completely sated and soaking up his tender ministrations.
“Hmm, I could get used to these executive perks,” I murmur languidly. “Especially the eye candy.” I give his taut ass an appreciative squeeze.
X barks out a laugh and swats my bottom in retaliation. “Careful, you insatiable minx. Keep that up and we’ll never leave this shower.”
“Promise?” I grin mischievously up at him. He simply shakes his head in fond exasperation and kisses me until the water runs cold.
Chapter Fifteen
Zana
My heart flutterswith anticipation as I round the corner onto X’s street. I’ve made up my mind—I want his mating cuffs around my wrists, binding me to him forever. After the way he knotted me so thoroughly, rocking my world and melding our very souls, I can’t imagine my life without him by my side.
As I walk briskly, a giddy smile on my face, I let my mind wander to our passionate morning together. The delicious ache between my thighs pulses as I recall the way I took him deep into my throat, relishing the heavy weight and musky taste of his cock. I can almost feel his strong fingers gripping my hair, guiding me, encouraging me as I brought him to the brink of ecstasy.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Take it all,” he had growled, his gravelly voice threatening to undo me right then and there.
I shake myself out of the erotic reverie as I approach his front door, fishing the key he gave me out of my purse. I can’t wait to see the look of surprise and desire on his handsome green face when I tell him I’m ready to wear his cuffs, to be his in every way. Biting my lip in barely contained excitement, I slip the key into the lock and push open the door.
“X, baby, I have something important to—” The words die on my lips as an unexpected sight greets me in the foyer.
Giggling and breathy moans float through the air, making me freeze in my tracks. Confusion swirls through my mind as I cautiously step further into the townhouse, my heart beginning to race. That’s when I see it—a cascade of platinum-silver hair draped over the back of the couch, and the unmistakable green hue of an orc’s skin beneath the writhing body of a woman straddling him.
My stomach drops, a cold, sickening sensation spreading through my veins. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness that suddenly clouds my vision. This can’t be happening. Not X, not my X. But as the woman throws her head back in ecstasy, revealing her face, there’s no denying the reality before me.
Bile rises in my throat, and I stumble backward, my hand fumbling for the doorknob. I need to get out of here, need to escape this nightmare. As I burst out onto the street, gasping for air, I collide with a solid wall of muscle.
“Zana? What’s wrong, love?” Xnaurl’s deep, concerned voice washes over me, his strong hands grasping my shoulders to steady me.
“I... I was just... and then... but you...” I stammer, my tongue tripping over the words as my mind struggles to process the betrayal I just witnessed.