Page 38 of The Orc Who Saved Christmas

We come to a stop, breathless and beaming, our hands still clasped tightly together. The world around us seems to hold its breath for a moment, the noise of the celebration fading into a hushed silence. Thrag cups my face with his free hand, his touch tender.

"I never thought I'd find happiness like this," he confesses. "Claire, you've given me a new purpose, a new family."

My heart swells with emotion, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And you, Thrag, have given me hope and love when I thought all was lost. Together, we've built something incredible here."

Our lips meet in a kiss that is both a promise and a celebration, a seal upon the vows we exchanged earlier in the day. The villagers erupt into cheers once more, their happiness for us palpable in the air.

As the night wears on, we find ourselves drawn to the modest home that I once thought I might lose. It stands as a testament to our endurance, a symbol of the life we have chosen to build together.

Inside, the warmth envelops us like a comforting embrace. The walls, once bare and uninviting, are now adorned with handcrafted decorations—a fusion of human and orcish traditions that reflects the unique bond between Thrag and me.

I catch him admiring the small figurine of me that I had managed to salvage from the chaos of the battle with the Icefang clan. It sits atop a makeshift shelf.

"I thought I'd lost it," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "But you... you saved it. Just as you saved me."

I move to stand beside him, my gaze following his to the figurine. "We've saved each other in more ways than one," I reply softly. "This is just a small reminder of the journey we've embarked upon together."

Thrag wraps an arm around me,pulling me close. His chin rests atop my head, and together, we stand in silence, the quietude a welcome respite from the raucous celebration outside.

In this moment, with the soft glow of the fire casting dancing shadows upon the walls of our home, I realize that my true Christmas wish has finally come true.

39

THRAG

The fire's glow paints Claire's face with a soft, golden light. It's the kind of light that seems to make time stand still, to turn even the most ordinary moment into something magical. She looks at me with those warm eyes.

"Claire," I say. "You are my heart's true desire."

Her smile is like the dawn, chasing away the shadows of my past. "And you, Thrag, are my everything," she says softly.

Our lips meet in a kiss that speaks of promises kept and the future we're building together. It's a kiss that seals our physical and emotional connection, a testament to the love that has grown between us against all odds.

As we pull away, breathless, Claire's eyes sparkle with mischief and something more—a hunger that matches my own. "Thrag," she whispers, her fingers deftly working at the laces of my pants. "I want to explore you, to learn every inch of you."

My member hardens at her words, throbbing with anticipation. I'm an alpha male, used to being in control, but with Claire, I find myself eager to submit to her touch, to her desire. "Then do as you wish, my mate," I tell her, my voice gruff with need.

She slips her hand into my pants, her fingers wrapping around my hard length. A groan escapes my lips as she begins to stroke me, her touch firm yet gentle. "You're so big, so hard," she murmurs, her eyes locked on mine.

I can't help but groan louder, the sound vibrating through my chest. "That's what you do to me, Claire," I growl softly.

With a swift motion,she rips my pants down. I raise an eyebrow at her, but she silences any comment with a kiss, her tongue darting out to tease mine.

She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, my chest, until she's kneeling before me. Her breath is hot against my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. She looks up at me, her eyes full of lust and love, and then she takes me into her mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of warmth and wetness that has me gripping her hair, guiding her movements. She moans around me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. "Claire," I gasp, my legs trembling with the effort of staying upright.

She pulls back, a wicked grin on her face. "Do you like that, my love?" she asks, her voice full of confidence.

"Yes," I growl, my need for her growing with each passing moment. "Don't stop."

She obliges, taking me back into her mouth, her hand working in tandem with her lips. I can feel the pressure building within me, a storm that threatens to break at any moment.

Suddenly, I pull her to her feet. "Enough," I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

My hands cradle her face, and I guide her to look at me. "Bend over the bed," I command, my voice a low growl.

She obeys, her body moving with a grace that stirs something primal within me. I close the distance between us, reaching around her to cup her breasts in my large hands. Her sharp intake of breath as I tease her nipples into hard peaks sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. Her body responds to my touch, her back arching.

---