Page 6 of One Night with Her Grumpy Orc

“Sit, facing away from me.” I sit. His thighs are just as hot as his stomach, and while my legs are warm, my frontside is quickly chilled. I still have my shirt and coat on, which is extremely unsexy. But necessary.

“Is the carpet going to chafe your backside?”

“Worth it. Now, relax.” He removes his shirt and drapes it over my stomach and legs. It’s better than nothing. I press my back against his front, longing to soak into his skin, and also trying to absorb all the heat radiating off of him. His cock rests along my spine. It’s the thick bulge I’ve been dreaming of. Then, magic happens. Finally.

One hand cups my breast, the other moves down my stomach to my mound, further down, rubbing my clit, slipping between my already slick folds.

The growl that comes out of him when he discovers how wet I already am is delicious. His body vibrates against me in the best way possible.

Grev nips at my ear, his tucks scraping against the tender skin of my neck, and shivers roll down my spine. “You’re so soft. So wet.” His words are hot against my neck as his thumb rubs my clit. One meaty finger slides inside me, making me gasp.

I’ve lost all feeling of cold. I’m a raging fire, looking to consume us both. His erection is hard against my ass and spine. There’s wetness against my back, I assume it’s precum. The thought of licking it off him makes my hips buck against his hand harder. It doesn’t take long for my breath to come faster. “More.” My voice is a whimper, which would normally embarrass me with my neediness. But there’s no embarrassment. No inhibition. Only want and pleasure.

One more scrape of tusk against my neck, and I’m done. Waves of hot pleasure roll off me. My fingers dig into his thighs.

When I still enough to blink my eyes open—still dark—and regain my senses, I have enough presence of mind to turn around, resting my knees on our pants, and sit on his erection. His shirt now a cape against my back.

“You’re so beautiful. So strong.” Grev tucks my hair behind my ear. My hair must be so disheveled. “Go slow,” he says.

I feel like I’m incredibly needy, greedy, gobbling his giant cock with my pussy. It stretches me, and it’s satisfaction. Arching my back, I focus on breath and the sensation of him, while he has one hand on my ass cheek, guiding me, while the other slides under my shirt to cup my breast.

His giant hands make me feel petite, something I haven’t felt in ages. His grunts and huffs are the music my whole body wants to dance to.

Grev’s rhythm picks up speed. It’s almost too much sensation. My brain overloads with pleasure, something I didn’t think was possible. It certainly wasn’t in any of the romances I’ve read. When I say his name, it’s a voice I don’t recognize. But he does. And he pushes harder. Faster. Until we both come undone.

When he stops twitching inside of me, I fall against him, ear to his chest, listening to his pounding heart.

“Can you hear it?” he asks. “It’s saying your name.”

Chapter 4

Grev

Once Sheriff Draugrtakes our statements and photographs the area, Bjorn and Koru arrive and unload supplies. “What do you call frozen books?” Bjorn asks Koru, as they set a sheet of plywood down inside the library.

Koru groans. The grin on Bjorn’s face says it all, and I wince in anticipation of his idiocy.

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