Page 22 of My Orc in Uniform

“You’re perfect, Rissa,” I murmured, stroking her. “So wet, so beautiful. I’m never going to get enough of you. So fucking perfect.” When my thumb brushed against her clitoris, she jerked, so I did it again. “You like that?”

Whimpering, she clutched me, her eyes closed, her head tipped back. I loved that she was so focused on her own pleasure, as she should be.

I dipped my finger into her, and when she didn’t clamp or freeze, I slid a second inside. She was so responsive, so wet, soperfect.

“That’s it,” I murmured, rubbing her clitoris and slowly stroking her, careful to keep my claws retracted. “You’re doing such a good job, letting me love you like this. Can I make you come, Rissa?”

Her eyes flashed open on a gasp, just as I pressed against her nub. Dazed blue eyes blinked up at me.

“What do you like, love?” I flicked her clit again. “Tell me.”

“You,” she gasped, blinking up at me. “I like you.”

MyKteersoared, and I curled my fingers forward, my fingertips hitting that rough spot right behind her clitoris. She gasped and jerked against my hold, then sank down with a moan as her eyes fluttered shut.

“That’s it,dkaar.” I did it again, feeling her inner muscles tightening around my fingers. “Let yourself claim this. You’re so beautiful when you come, I know it.”

I stroked her g-spot a third time, as I pressed against her clitoris…and she exploded.

“Simbel!” she cried, a half-second before I silenced her with my lips, her core spasming around me. I held my fingers still, not wanting to interrupt her as she took her own pleasure.

Gods below, I loved this. I lovedher.

It was a while before her breathing slowed. I clutched her to my chest, savoring the feel of this. “So beautiful,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I was right. You are amazing.”

She stirred, and I could see the tops of her cheeks turning pink. Slowly, I slid my fingers from within her, moving her underwear back into place. I shifted, allowing her skirt to arrange itself around her calves once more as I pulled my hand away from her thighs.

Unable to help myself, I lifted my hand to my mouth and slid my fingers between my lips.

Her taste was everything I’d hoped. My eyes fluttered closed on a pleased groan. “Perfect.”

It was as if her musk, this ridiculously delicious scent, was the finest-tasting ambrosia I could imagine. I wanted to bury my tongue in her pussy and never emerge.

But when I opened my eyes, she was watching me, shock in her expression. Grinning wickedly, I reached for the back of her head and pulled her to me. “Delicious,” I declared, kissing her.

I wondered if she could taste herself. I wondered if she knew how perfect she tasted.

I wondered if she could tell how much I wanted to claim her permanently.

Shuddering at the intensity of the thought, I pressed her against my chest, hoping my heartbeat would eventually even. Wondering how it possibly could with Rissa in my arms.

My brother was right.

She was my Mate.

Chapter Eight

Marissa

I jammedthe blade of my shovel into the sand and rested my elbow on it, totally distracted from my work by the scene in front of me.

My sixteen-year-old son teaching a grown-ass orc how to dig for clams.

“No, bro, youhaveto use the shovel!”

“Why bother? My hand is bigger than the blade, and my claws are sharper.”

Patrick rolled his eyes. “I dunno, look.” He demonstrated how to stomp on the sand of the sandbar until one of the little depressions spit up a stream of water. “See? When you see that, you know there’s a clam down there. So you shove in your shovel like this, a few inches away, and you dig up a bunch of sand, and hopefully—yes!” he finished triumphantly, swooping down to pull a clamfrom the pile of sand he’d overturned. “Then you gotta put the sand back.”

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