Page 11 of Unruly Hearts

"You didn’t, you won't." I grip his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles under my fingers. "I trust you."

He groans and buries his face in my neck, breathing deeply. "Mine," he growls, and the word sends shivers down my spine.

His hands span my waist as I rock against him. Even through our clothes, I can feel how huge he is, and arousal floods me. There's no stopping this now – the mate bond is alight like a scorching flame.

"Need you," he pants, tugging at my shirt. "Need my mate."I help him strip away our clothes until there's nothing between us but skin. His massive body is all hard muscle.

Dark tattoos swirl across his chest and arms. I trace them with my fingers, learning the shape of him.

He explores me just as thoroughly, his huge hands surprisingly gentle as they map my curves. In the forest, our coupling had been based on pure need, this is slower, more careful as we get to know each other. His touch on my skin feels like fire and it ignites every nerve in my body.

When he takes my breast in his mouth, I cry out and arch against him. His tusks scrape deliciously against my sensitive skin, making my skin prickle. He sucks and bites at one nipple while his hand plays with the other, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

He whispers breathlessly against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "You're so tiny, so perfect."

With a burning need, he traces his fingers over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. Sliding his large hands between my legs, he begins to tap out a tantalizing rhythm against my sensitive parts. I arch into him, overcome by the sensations coursing through me as one finger slides inside me, quickly followed by another.

His dark eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity that makes every part of me fill with longing and anticipation.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for but knowing that only he can quench this fire within me.

He knows exactly what I need. Laying back, he positions me over him. With a low growl, he urges me on. "Take what you need, my mate. Show me how to please you."

I lower myself onto him slowly, savoring every inch of his thick cock as it stretches and fills me up inside. My body strains to accommodate his size, but I relish in the feeling of fullness andthe pulse of pleasure radiating from where we are joined. Every ridge and vein of his cock stimulates the nerve endings within me as he slides deeper and deeper into my core.

His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding and controlling our movements, but allowing me to set the pace. And I do, moving my body in sync with his and finding a rhythm that takes us both to the brink of ecstasy

When I finally take him fully inside of me, we both groan in pleasure.

"My mate," he growls deep in his throat as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "My Serenity."

I start to move, and the world narrows to just this – the feel of him inside me, his hands on my skin, the mate bond singing between us. He watches me with such intensity, such devotion, that tears spring to my eyes.

Agis

Dawn light filters through the cabin windows, painting stripes across Serenity's body. She's curled against my chest, golden hair spilling across my green skin like rays of sunlight. The mate bond thrums contentedly between us, but guilt gnaws at my gut. Each quiet breath she takes feels like a gift I don't deserve.

I memorize every detail: the curve of her shoulder, the way her lashes fan against her cheeks, the small smile playing at her lips even in sleep. A lock of hair falls across her face, and I gently brush it back.

"You're staring again," she mumbles, eyes still closed.

"Can't stop." I touch her face with one finger. Her skin feels so soft compared to orc skin. "It's what orcs do."

"Tell me about what orcs do." She looks up at me. Makes my chest feel tight. Even messy from sleep, she looks better than anything I've seen.

"We guard our mates. New ones especially." I pull her closer, breathe in her smell. "Bond is strongest at first. Makes us... want to keep others away."

She trails her fingers over the tattoos on my chest. "Is that why you growled at that ranger we passed yesterday?"

I feel my ears heat. "You noticed that?"

"Hard to miss." She grins. "Though I thought it was kind of sweet."

"Sweet isn't a word used to talk about orcs."

"Well, get used to it." She pokes my chest. "Now tell me more about orc customs. What else should I know about being mated to you?"

I don't answer right away. "Old times, male orcs showed they were good by hunting big things or fighting. We built houses ourselves. Got the best meat. Fought anyone who insulted our mates."

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