Page 20 of Bewitching the Orc Chief

When he pulled back, I could see the hint of fang peeking out from behind his lips. “No more running,” he growled. “No more hiding who you are. You belong here. With me.”

The raw want in his voice made me ache. I nodded, beyond words. Osen made a satisfied sound before crushing his mouth to mine once again.

His cock brushed against my entrance, hot and hard and impossibly huge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. A strangled sound tore from his throat as he eased inside me, stretching me open with agonizing slowness.

I keened as he finally,finallysank into me, burning in the most delicious way. Every inch of him throbbed inside me, filling me completely. It was overwhelming, almost too much, definitely too perfect.

Then he began to move.

Deep, powerful thrusts drove me into the mattress. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he claimed my body. Every stroke took me higher, stoking the fire inside me until it threatened to consume me.

“So beautiful.” Osen nuzzled my neck, scraping his tusks across my sensitive skin. “All mine.”

Possession dripped from every word, each syllable an oath. I belonged to him. Just as he belonged to me. The thought sentme spinning even higher, and I clenched around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

Osen shifted his weight, angling himself to hit that perfect spot deep within me. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, stealing the last of my breath. He thrust into me again, mercilessly pounding into that spot, driving me to the very edge.

“Say it,” Osen demanded, one hand gripping my hip hard. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. “I’m yours, Osen. Only yours.”

A triumphant growl rumbled through his chest. His thrusts grew harder, faster, hips snapping against mine with increased urgency. One large hand snaked between us, thick fingers finding my clit and circling mercilessly.

“The past doesn’t matter,” Osen said, punctuating the words with hard snaps of his hips. “You’re good—your magic is good. Look what you did with it.”

I shook my head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the pleasure building inside me. “You don’t know?—”

“I know enough.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “My mate. My witch.Mine.”

Then his teeth sank into the tender flesh where my neck met my shoulder.

The claiming bite sent me hurtling over the edge. I screamed his name as my climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, dragging me under with its strength. My inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock as pleasure wracked my body.

Osen roared, hips stuttering as he followed me into bliss. I felt the hot rush of his release, filling me as his teeth remained buried in my flesh. The dual sensations of being claimed and filled prolonged my climax until spots danced behind my eyelids. Magic hummed in my veins, stronger than I’d ever felt it.

This was more than sex. More than desire. This was connection on a cellular level. Soul to soul.

Mate to mate.

I should have been terrified. Should have pushed him away and run as fast and as far as I could. But as the bond settled between us, all I felt was an overwhelming sense ofrightness.

For long moments, we lay tangled together as aftershocks rippled through us both. Osen’s tongue lapped gently at the mark he’d left, soothing the ache. The simple action sent little shivers of pleasure dancing along my nerves.

When he finally lifted his head, satisfaction radiated from every pore. “My fierce little witch,” he rumbled, voice thick with all the emotion dancing across his face. “Anyone who threatens the chief’s mate will answer to me first.”

Part of me preened at the declaration. I wanted to believe fate offered second chances and handed me someone who saw past the darkness to the woman beneath. But another part—the part that had spent so long looking over my shoulder, that knew exactly what the Sisters were capable of—twisted uneasily.

I had something real to lose now.Someoneto lose. And the thought of the Sisters finding this place, of using Osen or his people to punish my betrayal...

But as his arms tightened around me, I realized something even more terrifying than the Sisters’ vengeance: I didn’t want to run anymore.

CHAPTER SEVEN

OSEN

Mist drifted around our ankles as Miranda and I walked hand-in-hand through the market stalls. Her scent mingled with the morning fog—rosemary and citrus overlaid with something deeper, something that marked her as mine. The claiming bite I’d left on her neck peeked out from beneath her collar, still fresh enough to make my blood heat whenever I caught sight of it.

“You’re staring again,” Miranda said without looking up from the display of locally grown herbs she was examining. A smile played at the corners of her mouth.

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