Page 11 of Yuletide Orc

Bikkar rose from between my thighs, his lips glistening with me. I was breathless as I stared at him. Nearly falling apart in his arms as he rose to kiss me again—although “kiss” was far too kind a word for his brutal claiming of my mouth.

When Bikkar leaned back to study me, it was with a look so wicked, it shot right through me to my still-pulsing core. “I love the way you fall apart for me. That the same woman who’s caused me so much pain ismine, so fragile in my hands…” He trailed off and claimed my mouth again. My tongue met his in a rough dance. It was hard—so hard—to not reach for him again.

“Take me,” I exclaimed, surprising even myself.

“You said earlier you’d never beg me for anything,” Bikkar pointed out as he glanced down my naked body. His hands had found my breasts again, kneading them idly. “So quickly that has changed.”

“I’m not begging.” I didn’t beg. I was simply asking because I could feel the strain his desire caused him. And it was impossible to ignore the ache of emptiness begging to be filled between my thighs. His fingers, huge as they were, weren’t enough. I needed more. I neededhim.

Bikkar raised an eyebrow as he studied me. For a moment, I was convinced he could even read my mind. My cheeks flushed, but why I’d be embarrassed about my thoughtsnowdidn’t make sense. Bikkar had just fingered me ruthlessly in the middle of a forest. That alone would leave me sore tomorrow. But his cock?

A course shiver of excitement ran through me. Warmth throbbed between my legs as if he hadn’t just delivered three of the most violently delicious orgasms of my life.

Bikkar growled as he held himself up with one hand and reached for the front ties of his pants with the other. “You will beg before this day is through. I will claim you. Keep you as punishment. Asmydirty little criminal.”

His massive, green length lobbed free as he tore down his pants. Only once I could see it in full did I think mistakes made been made. Bikkar’s cock was monstrous, much bigger than I’d guessed, and although I was no virgin, I didnotthink it would fit inside me. I gulped down the first taste of fear on my tongue.I wasn’t sure I had a choice now. Bikkar’s massive, hard length, covered in ridges that teased pleasurable possibilities, would spear me. And it would hurt.

“Bikkar,” I breathed as he ran the tip of his length along my folds. I wanted him, and I wantedthis, but I couldn’t ignore the size difference between us. He was a massive orc, one I could and had fought in combat dozens of times, but sex was something entirely different.

Bikkar lifted his heated green gaze to me. The intensity in his stare froze me in place like prey caught by a predator. Because that’s exactly what I was. “You crave me. Your body calls to mine. And somehow, despite all of this, you think you will not beg? That I will be gentle with you?” He growled loudly, which sent excited chills through my body. His hands spread my thighs as wide as they could go as he lined himself up with my entrance. “We areenemies.”

The ferocity in Bikkar’s eyes, the primality in his growls, was only a precursor. A thin warning. Because when Bikkar thrust forward, spearing me with the tip of his cock, I realized with finality that he wouldnotbe gentle. Or slow. Or careful. He was about to fuck me in the middle of the woods in a snowstorm, for fuck’s sake. He’d chased me down, thrown me to the ground, and would have his way with me, nature or my wishes be damned. Bikkar was a monster. A rage-filled brute of an orc. And I was just a tiny human thief mage bound on the ground before him, my thighs opened to invite his monster cock inside.

Only Bikkar didn’t wait for an invitation. And why should he? He knew I wanted this.

Bikkar pushed an inch inside, only momentarily testing my limits. We groaned loudly in time with one another as my breath sped up. I willed my walls and muscles to relax, to take Bikkar’s massive girth, but white-hot pain screamed through my body when he slammed all the way to the hilt. It passed as my innerwalls adjusted, but I’d never in my life felt morefull. How had he even fit inside? My fingers splayed over my head, finding and holding on to a tree root to anchor me in this reality as Bikkar sent me to another one entirely.

Bikkar’s palms slid up past my hips until his thumbs ran circles around my nipples. I gasped in a breath as pleasure overtook pain. As I came back to myself. My chest heaved. Something told me this would be the only respite I’d get from Bikkar. A moment to adjust. To catch my breath.

My instinct proved true as he withdrew and quickly thrust back into me again, hard and fast. I moaned a pathetic, mewling gasp as pleasure scorched through me. Bikkar was huge. His cock stretched me near impossibly, but the ridges on his length massaged me on entry.

“You tight bitch.” Bikkar growled as he thrust again. “Open for me.”

I was. With every thrust, my body readjusted to fit him. To welcome him. My back arched as he hit places inside my walls other men couldn’t find. Ecstasy bloomed around and within me. I raised my legs and hooked them as best I could around Bikkar’s hips. Anchored now to him and a tree root with bound hands, all I could do was meet Bikkar’s intense gaze as he thrusted into me with strokes so hard, it rocked my entire body against the ground.

Bikkar groaned deep in his throat. “Look at that. Youdofollow orders.” His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up from the ground. For a better angle, I realized, as he drew my hips to him on every thrust. Stars erupted along my vision as his ridged length slammed into me, finding and hitting delicious spots within me on every thrust.

“Bikkar,” I cried as pleasure built like a mountain inside me. Closer and closer my orgasm spiraled, but the force of Bikkar’s thrusts, the slightest bit of pain from my body still adjustingto him, kept it just out of reach. Bikkar’s pace was relentless, never stopping. His gaze never dropping. His eyes nearly glowed again, the rage building within.

“Beg,” Bikkar nearly spat. “Beg for what you want from me.”

I wasn’t sure I had it in me, even now with Bikkar piercing me with his cock. Twelve hours ago, I never could’ve even fathomed that I’d be here, entangled with an enemy I hated so much. But here we were, fucking in the middle of a godsdamn forest as though we hadn’t tried killing each other this morning.

I set my stare on him. “No.”

Bikkar growled low, the sound of it setting panic flying through me. He was pissed. And turned on. And only now, with him literally fucking me, did I realize the danger of that combination.

And I fucking loved it. I’d always flown too close to the sun.

Bikkar dug his fingers into my hips, withdrew from me, and roughly turned me over. My face pressed into the dirt and cold snow, my bound hands awkwardly in front of me. Bikkar pulled my hips up into the air and knelt behind me, lining himself up. I was barred before him, helpless to get away, with nothing to hold on to but the tree root in my hands.

He pressed his tip to my entrance again but refrained from pushing inside. “Confess how much you love this. Look how sopping wet you are for me.” He coated himself in it.

I suppressed a moan, but a visible shudder rippled through my body. I felt empty without his massive length inside me now. For the briefest of moments, I feared maybe he’d leave me here like this, wanting and empty and bare.

But then Bikkar’s massive hand closed around my throat. “Confessing is part of justice, Elysia. You committed crimes.Thisis your punishment.”

I’d break the law every day if it got Bikkar back inside me. But I would not beg foranything.

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