Page 19 of Bewitching the Orc Chief

“Osen.” My voice came out breathy and weak. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Osen! Wait!”

He growled, low and dangerous, but pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. The hunger there made me weak in the knees.

“I’m supposed to be leaving, remember?” The words tasted sour on my tongue. “You wanted me to keep my magic hidden. The Sisters will have felt that burst. And Alris?—”

The mob’s shouts still echoed in my head. Alris would be whipping them into a frenzy right now, painting me as some demon-corrupted monster. Healing Torain changed nothing. If anything, it made things worse—I’d brought Osen down to my precarious level.

“I don’t care what magic you used. I don’t care who comes for you.” His growl vibrated through my bones. “You aremine.”

The possessive declaration made my head spin. Part of me—a larger part than I cared to admit—wanted to surrender to the heat in his eyes. To let myself believe, just for a moment, that I could belong here. That I could belong to him.

Osen’s mouth crashed against mine again, silencing any further objections. This kiss was slower, softer, more seductive than the previous one. Gentle teasing replaced desperation, his lips coaxing mine apart until he could sweep his tongue into my mouth. I melted into him, arms winding around his neck as I pressed myself closer.

Strong hands gripped my thighs and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into thebedroom. My back hit the furs covering his bed, his solid weight pinning me in place.

“You healed my brother,” he growled, fingers finding the hem of my borrowed tunic.

The reverence in his voice made my chest ache. I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull the garment over my head. Cool air kissed my skin, drawing my nipples to tight peaks. Osen’s heated gaze raked over my exposed torso, drinking in every curve and lingering on the spot where I’d torn the blade from my body.

“You healed my brother,” he breathed, lowering his head to trail kisses along my collarbone. The scrape of his tusks against sensitive skin made me shiver. “Your magic is a gift.”

I knew I should stop this. That giving in would only make it harder when I inevitably had to leave. But oh goddess, the way he looked at me—like I was precious and powerful all at once. Like I wasworthy.

His lips found my breast, tongue swirling around my nipple. I arched into the touch with a gasp. “Osen, please...”

“You healed my brother.” His voice dropped lower as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips, helping him slide the fabric down my legs.

My panties followed, leaving me bare before him. I fought the urge to cover myself, to hide from the intensity of his stare. But the hunger in his eyes kept me still, pinned in place more effectively than any restraints.

Osen’s hands skimmed up my calves, parting my thighs. “You healed my brother,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee.

The tenderness in the gesture nearly undid me. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he settled between my legs. His broad shoulders pushed my thighs wider, leaving me exposed and aching.

“Let me show you how grateful I am, witch.” Another soft kiss, higher this time. “Let me worship you, mate.”

I watched with bated breath as he moved higher, scattering kisses across my inner thigh. His eyes never left mine, bright and intense. Daring me to challenge him. To deny him.

Then he buried his face between my thighs.

I cried out, falling back against the bed as pleasure rocketed through me. Osen’s tongue laved over my clit in broad strokes before dipping lower to tease my entrance. My hips rocked against his face, chasing the sensation.

One large hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place as he devoured me. The other teased along my inner thigh before two thick fingers slid inside, curling in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Fuck,” I panted, fisting my hands in his hair. “Oh fuck, Osen, don’t stop.”

He hummed against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His tongue circled my clit in maddening patterns while his fingers worked me higher and higher. I was trembling, babbling, losing my fucking mind and desperate for more.

“That’s it,” Osen growled against my pussy. “Come for me. Let me taste you.”

The command sent me spiraling over the edge. I came with a hoarse cry, back arching off the bed as I rode his face. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, drowning out everything else. All the fear and self-doubt fell away, leaving me adrift on a sea of bliss.

Osen worked me through it, easing me back down to earth. His movements slowed, gentling, until he finally lifted his head with a satisfied grin. Meeting my eyes, he brought his glistening fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“You healed my brother.” His voice was rough with desire as he stood, shucking his own clothes. My mouth went dry at the sight of all that tattooed muscle on display. “My clever little witch. My brave, fierce mate.”

I shuddered at the praise, torn between basking in it and shying away. “Osen, I?—”

He silenced me with a searing kiss, swallowing my protests. I could taste myself on his lips, his tongue, his tusks. It should have been obscene. Instead, it made me hungry for more.

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