Page 37 of Summoning the Orc

“Why not?” I demanded, nuzzling my face against her throat, bracketing its softness with my tusks.

“Because we don’t even really know each other,” she laughed.

“I know you, my mate,” I purred, running my tongue down the curve of her neck. “I know that you’re brilliant and ambitious. You love your family, you’re loyal to everyone you consider your own, and you put all your trust in them. I hope you can love me like that one day. Added to that, your touch burns me from the inside out and your bravery astounds me.” I lowered her to the bed, dipping to press a kiss to her lips. “I’m so grateful to have been gifted with you.”

I pulled away from her when I tasted the salt of her tears. She blinked up at me from her prone position on the bed.

“And you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life,” I told her, licking my lips as I dropped my gaze to her pussy. Her tinkling laugh made my lips curve. “I hadn’t asked you before, my Becca, but I need a response from you or myamuwould have my head,” I told her, referring to my mother. “Will you be my mate?”

Her lips parted and she searched my face for a long moment. I held my breath, praying that I’d done enough—shown her enough—that she would find me a suitable match for her. I hadn’t been able to court her the way I wanted to, but I hoped that she could see my potential and believe in us the way I did.

“Yes,” she whispered, her smile shining up at me. “Yes,” she repeated and my body took a moment to unfreeze from where I’d been waiting.

The purr of satisfaction that left my chest was loud and proud. Her eyes drooped as it resonated through her, the sound made to tame even the feistiest of mates.

“We should put away the food,” she murmured, but her body was telling me the opposite. Her back was arched, offering her breasts to me and her legs were parted, her hips tilting up, her body preparing itself for my cock. I ran a tusk over her shoulder.

“Will it spoil?” I asked her and she nodded, but buried her hands in my hair.

She wants me.

The thought was so gratifying I felt my chest swell with pride. I was made to please this female.

“Then let’s go put it away and then come back here,” I told her, moving to stand.

Her legs came around me and I grinned with triumph.

“Can I get a kiss first?” she murmured, and I buried my fingers in her hair, pressing my lips to hers.

“A kiss,” I whispered, “So that’s what it’s called.”

She nodded, giving my lips a quick swipe with her tongue. I was between her legs in seconds, her legs wrapped around my waist.

“More,” I murmured against her mouth, my cock throbbing as she gave my tongue a suck.

Fuck me.

“I need you naked,” I told her, struggling to stay in control but feeling myself slip even further into my rut.

It wasn’t supposed to happen yet, but I’d been in her presence—surrounded by her scent—and now my body was telling me that I needed to be inside her. I needed to fill her with my seed.

“We have to go unpack the groceries,” she told me, running those maddening fingers down my spine. “But then I want us to make dinner and chat. Then later, I’m going to suck your cock. Okay?”

I blinked as her words filled my mind with filthy images. I’d dreamed of it—wished and prayed for it—but I’d never imagined that my mate would be interested in that since she wasn’t an orc.

“Yes,” I agreed with an eagerness that made her laugh. “But I want to lick your pussy until you come three times. Then you’ll suck my cock and then I’ll fuck you.”

Her snort of laughter was music to my ears. “I see we’re already overachieving,” she giggled. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

I nodded, lifting her into my arms and pressing a gentle kiss to her nose as I toted her back into the kitchen. I unpacked the bags with her, awed at all of the foods that our clan had provided.

“I’m going to take you to a grocery store and you’re going to lose your shit,” Becca commented as she stopped me from taking a hearty bite from the steak that was covered with a clear shield-like barrier.

“We don’t eat plastic,” she told me, smacking my lips with a kiss. “But I can make that for you later, if you want.”

I released a happy sigh as I followed her orders, packing things into the cold box and into thepantryas she called it, my eyes boggling over the sheer number of tiny metal cans that contained food. I wasn’t sure what type of cooking techniques my mate was used to, but I was willing to learn.

As the piles of food made way to piles of clothing, I turned my harried expression away and I watched her smother a laugh. She held up a bag, pouting at me, and I wanted nothing more than to taste her sweet lower lip.

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