Page 10 of Yuletide Orc

I have no idea why that turned me on more, but it did.

Bikkar’s harsh kisses trailed back down to my collarbone as he sucked on the other breast. His hands skimmed down my sides before going to his own, where he pulled a dagger from a sheath.

Fuck. There it was. The moment he’d turn on me.

“Bikkar!”

He growled and cut through my bottoms and underwear, revealing all of me to him.

I exhaled sharply as I realized he wasn’t going to hurt me. “You could fucking warn me next time.”

Bikkar’s hot glare slammed into me. “You decide none of this.” He reached between my thighs, sliding a rough,massivefinger along my folds. His nostrils flared and the slightest smirk arose on his face as he realized exactly how ready I was for him. How eager. How fucking turned on he’d made me.

“You desire your enemy this badly?” Bikkar asked before slipping that finger into his mouth. A satisfied groan filtered past his lips that sent another shock of arousal through me.My gods. This is actually happening.

I wanted to respond but decided to play by his rules for now and instead opted to buck my hips beneath him.

“You eager bitch,” he growled as he claimed my lips again. I tasted me on him. It sent a heady wave of arousal through me. Everything about this moment had turned all I knew on its head. But I didn’t care. I wanted Bikkar. I needed him between my legs. In my mouth. Around me. I craved his touch, his hold. His massive warm body claiming mine.

“So eager for your punishment,” he said against my lips as his hand dove back between my thighs. His mouth found my neck again. His tusks roughly brushed my cheek. His hot breath tickled my ear. “I hate that you do this to me.”

Without warning, one giant finger slid into me. No precursor. No pomp and circumstance. Just a rough entry aided by theinsane wetness that’d gathered since running from Bikkar. I moaned hot and loudly against his ear before my breath caught and my hips bucked.

“You are wicked,” Bikkar said as he thrust into me again. “A temptress. A criminal.”

He drove two fingers into me now and it was all I could do not to fall apart. An orgasm rushed toward me, building with every thrust of his fingers.

“Bikkar.” I groaned loudly. His fingers were huge and he was not being gentle. I would feel this in the morning, and it made me wonder how big his cock really was. How hard it’d be. How thick. My pulse thundered in my ears. My skin heated. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore, not with Bikkar above and within me. And then his thumb brushed against my most sensitive spot for the first time and I keened forward.

Bikkar growled as my core clenched around him. “Youwouldenjoy this. Being held down and punished. Have you always wanted to be mine? Have you always wanted me to chase you down and fuck you in the woods?”

Oh, fuck. His words sent me over the edge as his fingers fucked me and his thumb worked me. I camehard. My eyes slammed shut and my hips bucked upward. My muscles contracted all at once as pleasure skewered me through. Hot and fast and hard. Bikkar didn’t stop; his fingers continued to thrust into me. His thumb brushed in circles. It was too much. The pleasure. The sensitivity.

It was only then I realized Bikkar didn’tintendto stop.Punishment.

Gods.

I moaned fiercely. “Please, Bikkar?—”

He smiled against my neck but didn’t let up. The near-painful sensitivity passed and pleasure slammed into me again. My hips lurched upward as another orgasm seized me. I cried out, notcaring how far my voice traveled in the snowy woods, and threw my bound wrists around his neck. Fuck his rules. I needed an anchor before I drowned in this pleasure-filled sea.

But as soon as I came down from my orgasm, my chest heaving in his face, Bikkar roared.

“I told you to keep your hands above your head,” he shouted as he snapped up. There wasn’t rage in his eyes, but he definitely didnotlike me not following his orders.

That made me smile.

Bikkar’s glare heated again, and I realized that smiling was probably the worst move to make.

He lurched backward and slid me forward along the ground. I was confused until he moved backward too, knocking snow down along the walls our movements had made. More snow had fallen, but the heat from our bodies kept it from sticking to us.

“Bikkar, what are you?—”

His face was between my thighs now. As soon as his tongue pressed between my thighs, all breath left my lungs. His tongue felt huge and hot between my legs, combining with his fingers to send me straight into another orgasm. He had his unchallenged way with me. It wasn’t fair. I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t even speak, but he could dothisto me time and time again. And gods, I craved it. I welcomed my third orgasm as it rippled pleasure through my body.

If Bikkar wanted to punish me this way all day, I’d let him. Even if it meant still being here come morning when he’d turn me in.

Wouldhe still turn me in?

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