Page 66 of Her Rugged Orcs

The morning light filters through the curtains hanging over the windows of our home, casting a soft glow over the bed. Eira lies between us, her body bare and trembling under our hands. She’s ours, every inch of her, and the thought sends a possessive growl rumbling through my chest. My hands are gentle as they roam her skin. She craves the weight of us, the way we claim her.

I cup her breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh, and her breath hitches. Murok’s already taken the other, his lips closing around her nipple before mine do. I mimic him, sucking and teasing with my tongue, and she arches into us. Her moan fills the room, low and throaty, and I grin against her skin.

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

Dren’s at her thighs, silent as always, but his actions speak louder than words. His tongue flicks over her clit, slow and deliberate, and she gasps, her hands clinging to the furs. He slides two fingers inside her, and her body welcomes him with a soft shiver. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut. She’s breathtaking.

"Grash," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I need…"

"I know what you need," I growl, shifting to kneel beside her. My cock throbs, hard and heavy, and I guide it to her lips. "Open for me."

She does, her eyes locking onto mine as she takes me into her mouth. The heat of her surrounds me, and I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair. Murok’s next to me, stroking himself, and he smirks.

"Don’t hog her, Grash," he says, his voice teasing. "Share."

I growl but pull back, letting him take his turn. Eira’s lips wrap around him, and he curses under his breath, his hips jerking forward. She alternates between us, her tongue swirling, her hands gripping our thighs. She’s perfect, and seeing her like this—her lips stretched around us, her body writhing under Dren’s touch—sends a wave of possessiveness crashing over me.

"Mine," I mutter, though I know she’s not just mine. She’s ours, and I’ve learned to share. It doesn’t make the claim any less fierce.

Dren’s movements become more urgent, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, and Eira’s moans grow louder, more desperate. He pulls back suddenly, his silver eyes locking onto mine, and I know what he’s asking. I nod, and he moves over her, his cock pressing against her entrance.

She’s ready, her body trembling with need, and when he slides into her, she cries out, the sound muffled by Murok’s cock. I stroke her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lips.

"That’s it," I say, my voice rough. "Take him. Take us."

She does, her body arching as Dren thrusts into her, his movements steady and deep. Murok’s hands grip her hair, guiding her as she takes us both, and I can’t look away. She’s beautiful, her green eyes glazed with pleasure, her body moving with a rhythm that’s all her own.

"Good girl," Murok murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You’re doing so good."

I’m close, the heat in my gut coiling tight, and I can tell he is too. Dren’s pace quickens, his growls filling the room, and Eira’s moans rise in pitch. She’s close, her body tensing.

"Come for us," I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Now."

She does, her body shuddering as her release crashes over her. Dren’s hips stutter, and he follows, his groan low and guttural. Murok curses, his cock pulsing in her mouth, and I let go, my release spilling down her throat.

We’re all panting, the room filled with the sound of our breathing and the soft rustle of the furs.

I exchange a glance with Murok, and I don’t need words to know what he’s thinking. The hunger in his blue eyes matches mine, and the corner of his mouth twists into that cocky smirk of his. I can already feel my blood heating, my cock hardening again at the thought of what we’re about to do.

"You’re not done with her yet, are you?" Murok drawls, his voice low and teasing, but there’s a sharp edge of lust beneath it.

I growl, not bothering to answer. I don’t need to. Instead, I move to her side, my hands already on her hips, lifting her slightly to guide her on the bed. She’s still trembling from her last orgasm, her skin flushed and glistening. Her eyes are half-lidded, drowsy with pleasure, but they widen slightly as I position myself between her legs.

"Grash," she murmurs, her voice soft, but there’s a flicker of anticipation in it that makes my pulse quicken.

"Shh," I say. I don’t need her words right now. I need her body. I need to feel her around me, to claim her again, to remind her who she belongs to.

I push into her slowly, savoring the tight heat of her as she takes me inch by inch. Her breath hitches, and her fingers dig into my arms, her nails leaving little crescents in my skin. I grunt, my jaw tightening as I bottom out, her body stretching toaccommodate me. She’s perfect, always perfect, and the way she looks up at me—eyes wide, lips parted—makes me want to wreck her all over again.

Murok moves behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her wider. I watch as he leans down, his lips brushing the curve of her ass, and then his fingers are there, circling her tight little bud. She tenses, her body arching, and I feel her walls clench around me.

"Murok—" she starts, but her voice breaks as he presses a finger inside her.

"Relax," he murmurs, his tone calm, almost soothing, but there’s a dark undertone that makes my cock twitch. "You can take us both. You’re strong enough."

She whimpers, her body trembling, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she pushes back against his finger, and I feel her body adjust, the way she opens for him. Murok’s jaw tightens as he works her open, his fingers moving in and out with a rhythm that’s almost cruel in its patience.

"That’s it," I murmur, my voice low and rough. "Take him."

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