Page 6 of Bewitching the Orc Chief

“Gorgeous,” I rumbled, running my hands up her thighs. Her skin was like silk against my rough palms. I couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I pressed my lips to hers again, tasting honey and ale. Her fingers tangled in my hair, sending bolts of need straight to my cock. She arched against me, hungry for more. I groaned, grinding the bulge in my jeans against her core.

She pulled back, gasping for air. I took advantage of the reprieve, kissing down her throat to the swell of her breasts. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Her answering laugh was low and husky. “Don’t you dare.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I captured one hard nipple between my lips, teasing it through the thin fabric of her robe. She moaned, fingers tightening in my hair.

“The sounds you make.” I reached inside her robe to cup her breast, thumb brushing across the sensitive peak. “Do you have any idea what they do to me?”

Her thighs trembled where they gripped my hips. I dragged my tusks down her sternum, leaving light marks that made her shiver. The scent of her arousal filled my nose, making my mouth water.

I dropped to my knees, hooking her legs over my shoulders. The lace was soaked through. I nuzzled against her inner thigh, inhaling deeply. Honey ale lingered on her skin, mixing with her natural sweetness.

“Look at you, so wet for me already.” I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her center through the lace. She whimpered, hips shifting restlessly. “Such a needy little thing.”

I peeled the fabric aside and licked a long stripe through her folds. She cried out, hands flying to grip the counter's edge. Perfect. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked gently.

“Oh, fuck!” Her thighs clamped around my head.

I growled into her center, the vibrations earning another desperate cry. She tasted divine—sweet and salty and everything I’d imagined. I lapped at her greedily, memorizing the way she moved, the sounds she made, the way she clawed at my scalp for more.

“That’s it,” I praised between licks. “Let me hear how good it feels. Show me how much you love my tongue on your pretty little pussy.”

Miranda’s moans grew louder, less controlled. Her hips rocked against my face as she chased her pleasure. I slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them until?—

“Osen!” she cried out. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!”

I had no intention of stopping. Not until she fell apart on my tongue. Not until I was buried deep inside her. Fuck, I wanted to watch her ride me until neither of us could remember our own names.

“Come for me,” I ordered, my voice rough with need. “Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

Another flick of my tongue sent her hurtling over the edge. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she bucked against my face, nails digging into my scalp. She moaned my name over and over, like it was the only thing keeping her tethered. Like she’d fall apart without my touch.

I lapped up every drop, working her through the aftershocks until she weakly pushed at my head. Only then did I pull back, pressing a last kiss to her inner thigh.

I stood slowly, taking in the sight before me. Miranda leaned on one hand, chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her robe had fallen off one shoulder, leaving her wantonly bare.

My cock throbbed against my zipper. Fuck, I needed to be inside her. Needed to feel her tight heat gripping me. Needed to make her scream my name again.

Those caramel eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a heat that made my breath catch. “Bedroom,” she ordered. “Now.”

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. Even thoroughly debauched, she had fire. I loved it.

“Giving me orders already?” I wrapped her legs around my hips, lifting her easily. “We’ll have to work on that.”

She laughed—that addictive snort-laugh that had first caught my attention—then gasped as I nipped at her throat. I crowded her against the wall, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. My hips rolled, grinding against her until we were both panting with need.

Her fingers worked frantically at the buttons of my shirt. We stumbled down the hallway, bouncing off walls between heatedkisses. By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, my shirt lay discarded on the floor and the fly of my jeans splayed open.

I dropped her on the bed, enjoying the view of her sprawled across the sheets. Pale skin flushed pink, chest heaving, burgundy lipstick smeared beyond repair. Sinful curves and deliciously rumpled blonde curls.

She was mine.

I kicked off my pants, freeing my aching erection. Miranda’s eyes widened, roaming hungrily down my body. The flare of heat in her gaze made my cock twitch.

I climbed over her, caging her in with one arm braced beside her head. She surged upward, catching my lower lip between her teeth. I groaned as she bit down, sliding her hands along my stomach before wrapping slender fingers around my shaft.

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