Page 19 of Yuletide Orc

“Elysia,” he moaned breathily. It sounded like a prayer, or a plea, and sent a shock of excitement right to my core. Warmth pooled between my legs. “Your glorious mouth was meant to be fucked.” When Bikkar moved his free hand to fist the sheets of his bed, a throbbing ache built within me.

I couldn’t help but smile against him and take him deeper, holding him there as long as I could, hollowing my cheeks.

“Fuck.” Bikkar’s entire body stiffened and released. His chest heaved. My pulse was pounding in my ears as I watched his body react to my touch. He was unraveling slowly, but I wanted to see his resolve shatter. Iwantedhim to lose control. Like before in the woods, but at my touch.Becauseof me. Not out of a need to punish my actions.

I worked him harder, taking him as deep as I could go, stroking him as I went. My tongue and hands worked in unison, moving in time with his staggered breathing until I remembered what my plan had been in the first place.

I pulled back slowly, reducing my actions to little more than kisses.

Bikkar grunted loudly. “Woman,” he breathed as his free hand joined his other at the back of my head. He still didn’t push down, but the message was clear.

I glanced up at him with innocent eyes. “Yes? Did you want something?”

Bikkar’s eyes lit with frustration. I couldn’t help but smirk. His fist in my hair pulled my head forward just the slightest bit, but, gods, was it hot. “Do not stop.”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling again. Bikkar was nearly there, his self-control waning.Yes. Exactly where I want you.“Hmm. Sounds like a suggestion to me.”

Bikkar grabbed his massive length with one hand and pushed my head down until my lips brushed the tip of it. “Suck me off like the little slut you are. Opening your legs for me in the forest. Mewling my name.”

My eyes narrowed playfully. “I thought I was the one giving orders here.”

Bikkar move to protest, but I swallowed it as I swallowed his length, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before he’d even spoken a word. His hips bucked and his fist held my head in place for a few moments so I couldn’t withdraw.

I smiled as I bobbed my head once he’d let go, taking him as I stared into his eyes. It was hard to do—the intensity I found in his green irises set my core ablaze. It wasn’t long before I’d dropped a hand between my own legs, satisfying my own need just the slightest bit. Seeing this huge orc, a man I’d fought adozen times, fall completely apart into a creature of lust and need was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Enough.” With a sudden and fierce growl, Bikkar ripped me off him and stood, pulling me with him. I yelped as he took three huge strides with me nearly straddling him before my back slammed into the wall of his cabin. I was now pressed between the wood and his muscular body, which he used for leverage as he hauled his shirt from my body, leaving me bare to him and my legs wrapped around his middle.

“Enough of your pretty little mouth,” he said as he pushed down his pants. In moments he had his length lined up at my entrance, sliding it along my folds. “You are mine, and you do as I say.”

As if I had much choice at the moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to claim his mouth as he had mine earlier. His tusks grazed my cheeks lovingly as our hot tongues danced.

Bikkar grabbed my hands as we kissed and planted them above my head, holding both of my wrists with just one of his. It wasn’t fair. I wanted to touchhim. To hold him. To explore his body as much as he had mine. But it quickly became clear thatexploringwasn’t happening right now.

Bikkar groaned as he pushed his length into me in one fluid motion. I gasped at the size of him, a sharp inhale followed by a guttural moan that took even me by surprise. I didn’t know I was capable of making such an affected, pleasured noise.

“Gods,” Bikkar whispered against my lips as he held us there, unmoving against the wall. “The sounds you make when I’m inside you.”

“Fuck me, Bikkar,” I cried. I couldn’t stand this stillness. I needed him to move. I needed to feel his ridged cock thrusting in and out of me until we both were screaming with need. Part of me would always question how we’d gottenhere. But that partof me would always be drowned by thoughts of Bikkar and his length drawing pleasure from me I hadn’t known existed. “Claim me every day as yours. We’ll fight this war. I am yours. Bikkar,please.”

So much for gettinghimto beg.

The look in Bikkar’s eyes intensified until my body registered how dangerous that look could be. But this was Bikkar, not a predator, and no matter how monstrous this orc and his cock might have been, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. My core throbbed around him, begging where my words could no longer speak.

“You are mine,” Bikkar repeated. “Another will never know your body or the way you sound as you come.”

And then hemoved, thrusting into me so hard, I thought the wall at my back might give out. Instead, it held fast, allowing Bikkar a vicious angle from which to set an impossible pace as he pistoned up into me. It was all I could do to hold on with my legs at his waist as I moaned and gasped and cried out his name. My orgasm built rapidly and sent me plummeting over the edge without time for recovery. Bikkar didn’t slow, not even when a second orgasm careened through me quickly after the first. Every thrust was punctuated with my begging, my urging him to move faster, to thrust harder, to make me come again and again until Bikkar finally growled loudly and tore us from the wall.

Bikkar turned fast, took three steps back to the bed as he dislodged himself from me, and threw me onto the mattress. When Bikkar’s weight followed, settling in around me, the frame beneath us creaked precariously. I reached for him before he could bind my hands again and ran my nails down his back. He groaned and sank his length back into me, each delicious ridge of his cock at a time. With a better angle now, Bikkar rutted into me with abandon. I hung on, crying out in pleasure as I let Bikkar lose utter control until the bedframe beneath us snapped. The top of the bed where my head was tilted downward, allowingBikkar an even better angle that he used to hit every single pleasure spot within me.

“Bikkar,” I gasped as another orgasm rocked my body. Gods, how many was he capable of dragging out of me?

Bikkar’s movements stuttered. He grabbed the now-loose headboard of his bed for leverage and slammed his length into me once, twice more before holding himself there as he came. His breath froze, his mouth open. Then came the roar as he filled me. Only after a full minute did Bikkar move again, open his eyes, and lean down to kiss me.

“You turn me into a madman,” he whispered against my lips. “A fucking lunatic.”

I smiled up at him. “I do sure hope I’m the only Yule guest you treat this way.”

Bikkar chuckled deeply. But before I could add anything else, something hanging from the ceiling caught my eye. My eyes narrowed at the bit of leafy green with tiny berries.

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