Page 67 of Her Rugged Orcs

She nods, her breath coming in shaky gasps, and I see that she’s ready. Murok doesn’t hesitate. He replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing into her slowly, so slowly, and I feel the way her body stretches to take him. She gasps, her back arching, and her fingers cling to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.

"Good girl," Murok says, his voice tight with restraint. "You’re so fucking tight."

I growl, my hips jerking forward, and she moans, the sound muffled against my chest. I can feel Murok inside her, the pressure of him against me, and it’s almost too much. She’s so full, so tight, and the way she shudders around us makes my vision blur.

"Move," I snap, my voice rough, and Murok doesn’t need to be told twice.

We fall into a rhythm, slow at first, drawing out every sensation, every gasp, every moan. She’s between us, her body moving with ours, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and I can see the way her body is already starting to tighten, already starting to spiral toward another peak.

"Faster," she whimpers, her voice barely audible, but I hear it, and so does Murok.

We don’t need to be told twice. Our pace quickens, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, and I feel her body tightening around me, the way she’s clenching around him. She’s close, so close, and the heat builds in my gut, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

"Come," I growl, my voice harsh, and she does, her body arching, her cry sharp and desperate. Her walls clench around me, and I lose control, my hips slamming into her as I spill deep inside her. Murok’s growl echoes mine, his rhythm stuttering as he follows, his cock pulsing as he fills her.

For a moment, all I can hear is the sound of our breathing, ragged and uneven, and the soft whimpers coming from Eira as she comes down from her high. I stay inside her, my hands gripping her hips, and I feel a surge of possessiveness as I look down at her. She’s ours, completely and utterly ours, and the thought makes my chest swell.

Dren’s in the corner, his eyes watching us, his hand stroking his cock. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see the hunger in his gaze, the way he’s waiting for his turn again. I smirk, leaning down to kiss Eira’s temple, my lips brushing against her damp skin.

"You’re not done yet, little one," I murmur.

Dren moves to the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he lies back, his massive frame taking up most of the space. Eira doesn’t hesitate, her slender body sliding over his, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of excitement and trust. She straddles him, positioning herself carefully before sinking down onto his cock. The sight of her taking him, her body arching as she envelops him, sends a surge of possessiveness through me. She’s ours, every inch of her, and I’m not done with her yet.

I move behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I kneel, my cock already hard and throbbing. I can see how tight she is around Dren, and the thought of taking her ass while she’s filled by him makes my blood burn. I spread her cheeks, my thumb brushing over her tight little hole, and she tenses, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Relax," I growl softly. "You can take me."

She whimpers a little, her body trembling, but she nods, her fingers digging into Dren’s chest, mindful of his injury. I position myself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and I feel her clench. It’s tight, almost too tight, but I don’t stop. I push forward slowly, letting her adjust, and the way she stretches around me is almost enough to make me lose control.

"Grash," she whispers, her voice shaking, but there’s a flicker of excitement in it that fuels my hunger.

"That’s it," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "Take me, little one."

I push deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her. She’s so tight, and the way she’s filled by both of us makes my vision go blurry for a minute. I can feel Dren inside her, the pressure of him against me, and it’s almost too much to bear. She’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.

"Move," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips, and I don’t wait for her to respond. I set a punishing rhythm, my hipsslamming into her with a force that makes her cry out. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around me is almost enough to make me lose control immediately.

"Grash," she moans, and I can feel her body starting to tighten, starting to spiral toward another peak.

"That’s it, Eira," I growl, my voice rough. "Come for us again."

Her body soon arches, her cry sharp and desperate. Her walls clench around me, and I lose control, my hips slamming into her as I spill deep inside her. I feel my release filling her, the heat of it spilling back out around my cock, and the sight sends a primal pride surging through me. I’ve marked her, claimed her.

Dren growls, his rhythm stuttering as he follows, his cock pulsing as he fills her. Her body trembles around me. I pull out slowly, watching as my seed spills from her ass, the sight sending another wave of possessiveness through me.

She collapses onto the bed, completely and utterly spent. I lean down, my lips brushing against her temple.

"Every inch of you is ours," I murmur.

She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips curving into a soft, satisfied grin. "I loved every minute of that," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I can’t wait to do it every day for the rest of our lives."

I smirk, my eyes locking onto hers. "Good," I growl, my voice thick with satisfaction. "Because you’re not getting away from us. Ever."

46

EIRA

Sunlight filters through the windows and warms my skin as I slowly drift into consciousness. I'm surrounded by warmth, caught in a tangle of limbs that should feel confining but instead makes me feel secure. Grash's arm drapes across my waist, his breath hot against my neck. Murok's breath tickles my ear where he's pressed against my back. Dren's hand rests on my hip, his touch gentle even in sleep.

---