Page 9 of Yuletide Orc

I nodded to the rope in his hands. “What do you want to do with me now?”

I knew the logical answer was what he’d already stated: bring me to justice. But his hardness on my thighs and his loose grip at my wrists spoke to something entirely different.

Guess he’s not the only one feeling a need for release from this adrenaline.

A rumble built in his throat. “The question is: Are you going to try escaping again?”

I wiggled my body to show how stuck I was right now, but I hadn’t exactly thought through such an action. Bikkar hissed as my hips moved against his steel length. I couldn’t help but grin now that he knew I knew.

“I’m stuck, clearly,” I said as Bikkar recovered.

“Your magic,” he argued.

I wiggled my fingers this time instead to help him save some face. “You’ve bound my wrists, and magic as well. I’m about tapped for the moment.”

The hard truth of it was in this weather, with little resources, I was probably never going to make it Caiburn anyway. I definitely wouldn’t do so now with Bikkar’s massive orc bodyrestraining me. Especially not since it was clear we both enjoyed him doing so.

Bikkar, seemingly taking a chance that I was telling the truth, let my wrists go. His huge fingers slid down my wrists, leaving light caresses down my arms and over my collarbone until his fingers closed loosely around my throat. Excitement jolted through me as he held me there, studying me closely.

“You don’t deserve kindness,” he repeated. I guessed it was more for his benefit, because at this very moment, it didn’t matter what I thought I deserved or wanted. He could crush my windpipe in a second and there was nothing I could do about it.

But… I was growing increasingly sure hewasn’tgoing to hurt me at all. An insistent ache throbbed between my thighs. Whatever hewasgoing to do, I wished he’d hurry up and do it so my traitorous body would shut the hell up.

“WhatdoI deserve then, Bikkar?” I asked to hurry him along.

Bikkar hesitated. It was hard to ignore his stare or the feel of his hand at my throat. Even harder to ignore his hardness pressing against my thighs, so close to the thrumming ache between them but doing nothing to satisfy it.

“Punishment,” Bikkar said as his fingers at my neck retreated, only to slip down my side. His other hand, the rope still pressed along his palm, joined in. He was holding me now. “You should pay for what happened today.”

The tone of his voice didn’t match his conviction.He’s trying to convince himself.

I smirked as his inner struggle became evident. If we fucked just to get this tension out of here and then went back to being enemies, I’d be just fine with that. Need burned through me, and it demanded an outletnow. I could tell Bikkar felt the same.

So I wiggled my hips against him once more. “And just howareyou going to make me pay?”

His jaw clenched. His now hooded gaze blazed a hot trail from my face to my chest, where his palms slid up and over my ribs to my breasts. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out all noise. Bikkar grabbed handfuls of my breasts. White-hot need lit my pulsing core.

“Bikkar—” I started, but I was cut off by Bikkar grinding his hard length against me. A moan tumbled past my lips as a shock of excitement shot right between my thighs. Even through his clothesandmine, I could tell he was huge.

“You will pay with your body.” Bikkar snarled as his eyes went wide. I recognized this look—his uncontrollable bloodlust. The look he wore in the heat of battle. Only this was not a fight, and it was most certainly justlust. “I will claim you asmine.”

I had about two seconds to process what that might have meant before Bikkar leaned in and claimed my mouth with his. The kiss was violent and hot, his tongue filling my mouth and claiming it with a brutality I’d never known, butgods, did I crave it. He massaged my breasts as he kissed me, tilting his head to deepen the angle. His tusks pressed against my cheeks, but I found it enticing. Everything about Bikkar and this—whateverthiswas—was angry and rough and raw. The chase. The anger between us as enemies. I’d hated him for so long and now all of that was boiling over intothis.

One of his hands slid back to my throat, holding me against the ground as he ground his hips once more against mine. His massive length was so hard, it might as well have been steel. I moaned as I once more realized how huge he must be, my mind stuck on his words.“You will pay with your body. I will claim you asmine.”

Fuck.Why did I find so hot? Why did Iwantthis?

It didn’t matter. In this very moment, I wanted nothing more than to be fucked by Bikkar the Bonecrusher. If this was my punishment, I’d accept it with open legs.

I reached for his arms just to have something to hold on to as he rocked against my body, sliding me against the snowy ground while he claimed my mouth. But as soon as my hands left the spot above my head, Bikkar’s hand left my throat to slam my wrists back to the ground.

“You do not move,” Bikkar ordered. He let go of my breast and tied the length of rope he had around my wrists. “Your hands stay there while you accept your punishment.”

I bit my lip. A part of me wanted to say something sarcastic. To bait him out and make him angrier for my own amusement. But all of that disappeared as he ripped open the front of my top. Buttons popped and scattered. He tore through my bra and viciously sucked my breast into his hot mouth before I could even protest.

A cry of pleasure escaped my lips. I hated how meek it sounded, like I was falling apart in his hold. Because I really fucking was. A few hours ago, we’d been enemies fighting. He’d cut me clean with his axe. And now,now, he was sucking my breasts, restraining me with his hulking form, and dragging moans out of me that I didn’t even know I could make.

Warmth flooded between my thighs, the ache growing there becoming unbearable. I needed relief. I neededrelease. But Bikkar was punishing my breasts instead as I held my wrists above my head. His tusks brushed my chest, then my neck as he trailed his tongue up my chilled skin. His lips pressed hot against my neck. My breath came in quick gasps as pleasure rushed over me and just the slightest, most thrilling bit of fear knowing that at any moment, Bikkar could take advantage of this incredibly vulnerable state I was in and kill me. He could decide to say fuck it to his traditions and finish what he’d attempted this morning.

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