Page 46 of Summoning the Orc

Will he still want me if he can’t fuck me?

He swallowed hard, using his hold on my ass to rub my clothed pussy up and down his cock. “That’s alright. Let me taste youinstead,” he begged, and I couldn’t stop my smile.

That’s it. This male is perfect.

“How about you get naked for me first?” I asked him, swirling my tongue against the crest of his long ear.

He had me up off the sofa and in his arms while he tugged down his pants before I could say another word. My giggle at his eagerness only made me more aware of how comfortable I was with him.

I’d never had laughter in a relationship before. I’d never been able to just enjoy myself knowing I could be exactly who I was without having to put on a mask. I nuzzled my face against his, his stubble grazing against me and making me shiver.

I gasped as he settled me back onto his lap. He was buck-naked and I made a small appreciative sound in my throat that made his cock jerk under me. I grinned like the Cheshire cat, beyond pleased with my effect on him.

“Oh, you look like you could use some help with that,” I told him, sliding off his lap to stand in front of him and tugging my blouse over my head. He swallowed hard, reaching forward to caress my breasts, but I spun away from him. “Ah, ah,” I teased, and his brows dropped low, not pleased with his lack of access to my body. “We’re being patient,” I told him and he gave me a slow nod.

My confidence was building with every move I made, a powerful sensuality filling me—the likes of which I’d never experienced. I spun for him, watching as his eyes were riveted to my body. He loved every nook and cranny. I could see it in his gaze. I turned to give him my back again, unhooking my bra, but holding it to me to keep my breasts covered as I gave a sultry look at him over my shoulder.

Rok licked his lips, his cock throbbing in front of my eyes. “More, Becca,” he purred, the low rumbling sound from his chest relaxing my body and making me more reckless.

I bit my lip, tugging at my skirt with one hand until it fell past my ass, skimming my skin until it puddled at my feet. My bare ass was revealed to him, one of the thongs that I’d picked up to wear just for him ensuring his view was unhindered.

A ragged groan left his chest, tickling me until my stomach fluttered. It was so easy to please him. I loved that. There were no games between us. Just attraction.

“Do you like it?” I asked him, plucking at the lacy material until it snapped against my skin. His gaze was riveted, his body frozen—except that cock that was leaking precum.

He gave a slow nod, his eyes not moving from my ass while he licked his lips. “I want a mating mark there as well,” he told me and a laugh escaped.

“I don’t think anyone can see it,” I said with a shrug and his brow furrowed.

“Never,” he hissed, his palms squeezing the edges of the arm chair, his blunted claws digging into the upholstery in a way that told me he wished it was me he was squeezing instead. “No one willeversee you like this,” he continued, biting back a groan as he arched his hips, his cock thrusting upward and sliding against his stomach. “But I want my mark on every inch of you. For you to see. For you tofeel.”

The trickle of cream down my thigh told me that Ilovedthat idea. His gaze was hooded as he watched it, his eyes as black as night with how dilated his pupils were.

“I don’t know that I’m not going to be able to fuck you,” he admitted in a low voice. “I’m keeping my hands here,” he said, those fingers squeezing so hard against the arms that I worried he’d crush them with his strength. “And you’ll have to tell me what to do.”

The dizziness I felt at those words almost took me out of commission.Iwould have to tell this huge, formidable male what to do? I would be in charge?

I adored last night—when he took over my body, owning it without question—but this was something I wanted to try. Nodding, I turned to him and dropped the bra.

His moan was one of pain, his hips bucking as he stared at my breasts, those fingers of his digging injusta little harder.

We’re going to have to have a furniture allocation for future damage, I can tell.

The thought made me smile as I moved toward him, my little strip tease having more than the desired effect. “Do you like what you see, Rok?” I asked him, skimming my hands up my hips along my sides, over my breasts and then into my hair, lifting the heavy mass and releasing it from the clip I’d held it with.

His jaw was slack as he scanned me from head to toe. “I don’t think you’re real,” he gasped, swallowing hard. “I’ve imagined you. I’m still in my cave, by myself, and this is a dream.”

My chuckle was seductive—something I hadn’t thought I was capable of until that moment. “I promise I’m not,” I told him, my chest aching that he would even think that. “I’m right here.”

I moved toward him, straddling his lap again and instead of looking at my body the way he had been the entire time, he looked up into my eyes.

“Promise me. Promise me you’re really here. You’re really mine,” he whispered, his words a quiet plea.

I cupped his handsome face in my hands, tracing his strong, sharp cheekbones with gentle fingers. “I promise,” I whispered, my voice conveying how much I meant the words. “I’m here, and I’m yours.”

His eyes squeezed shut for a long moment before he re-opened them, a sheen of tears in his gaze. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t” I told him, leaning down to press my lips to his. I meant it as a sweet, comforting kiss, but he took my mouth with a hint of desperation, twining his tongue with mine and makingmy head spin.

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