Page 21 of His Orc Warrior

“And I need to be there, omega.” Reaching down, I tested his slick and sighed. “You’re so ready for me.”

He lifted his knees to his chest. “Yes.” His hole caught the moonlight, or the slick did, and I bent to lick him there, his moan drawing me back up. I positioned my cock at his hole, so glad his slick would make it easier for him this first time. The barbs were not sharp, but they were stiff, and getting them past that first ring of muscles took a moment, leaving us both panting and shaking.

I began to move slowly, entering him a little at a time, allowing him to stretch even when he begged me to go faster. Instead, I closed my hand around his cock and jerked it in time with my long, slow drives into his body. At least, at first it was slow, but as he took more of me, my good intentions flew and so did my hand and my hips.

Our moans probably had the neighbors wondering, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, just going faster and faster, balls deep and out to just the barbed tip and back in until, as his cum spurted over my hand and fell onto his belly, mine filled my omega, and my knot swelled. I bent to sink my teeth into his throat, marking him as mine forever.

When my knot finally relaxed, I rolled to the side, bringing him with me so we could rest before round two. And three.

We finally fell asleep only to wake before dawn, exhausted but exhilarated at the same time, ready to make love in sunlight after a night of doing it under the glow of the moon.

Chapter Fifteen

Lucas

I woke in my mate’s arms, his body taking up three-quarters of the bed. Not that I cared, because my spot was half on him—my legs draped over his body, my face nestled into his chest. I wanted to stay here always and forever.

But I couldn’t.

I needed to use the restroom. Bolg needed to go for a walk. And I had a mate who needed to eat—slowly and carefully.

Last night had been everything. The way we came together as one, the markings, the feeling of not knowing where he ended and I began. I didn’t know it could feel that way, and I was glad we waited until the air was cleared between his family and me, and I truly understood the way we were connected.

I climbed out of bed, padded into the bathroom to take care of business, then pulled on enough clothes to take Bolg outside. Little furball didn’t want to go out, instead wanting me to pick him up so he could snuggle with Thrain on the bed.

When we came back in, I was surprised to see Thrain wide awake and in the kitchen, brewing some coffee. I’d assumed he’d still be asleep and half planned on climbing back into bed with him. This worked too. As long as we were together.

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast.”

“Morning to you too, mate.” He came over to me and kissed the tip of my nose.

“I-I thought you’d like some coffee.” He smiled. “But I assure you, I will not turn away food from my mate.”

“You like it when I feed you, don’t you?” I thought back to that first night when I gave him some of my food.

He pulled his round lip between his teeth before answering. “You have no idea.” His voice was low, almost a purr. “There’ssomething so sensual about it. I absolutely, positively love it. And when you fed me those carrots? Oh yes, please.”

At the time, it felt so right; it was only after, I thought too much about it that I wondered if it was creepy. He for sure didn’t think it was, not with the way he was talking about it now—as if it was the most fabulous memory ever.

“I was worried you’d think it was gross.” I wrapped my arms around him as best I could. “I—I’m glad you liked it.”

“Got a spoiler for you.” He rubbed small circles on the small of my back. “I like everything you do.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I teased and walked my fingers up his chest, grinning. “You’ll discover my annoying trait soon enough.”

He shook his head.

“Everyone’s got them.”

“Annoying traits?” He gave my ass a playful smack. “You think I have an annoying trait?”

“Yep. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’ll figure it out.” I lifted on tiptoe for a kiss. “I plan to find out everything about you.”

His eyes met mine. “Same.”

I rolled my eyes. “Go sit down. I’m going to make you some French toast.”

It was the quickest and easiest meal I could think of that still felt special. Eggs, bread, milk, vanilla, and cinnamon or nutmeg or both. It wasn’t the healthiest of meals, but it wasn’t as if we hadn’t worked the calories off the night before. We deserved a yummy delicious warm breakfast.

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