Page 48 of Orc's Pretend Mate

I clear my throat, buying time because the words that I just had are once again gone now that I’m free to say them. Of course they are. This entire thing has been some weird comedy of errors.

“Vapas I…”say it. Damn it, say it.“I didn’t know about your wife. I’m sorry. I don’t want to… I didn’t mean to…”

“No,” he says, soft and gentle. “Phoebe, no. It’s not you.”

“Vapas we don’t have to… it’s fine… I mean…”

He clears his throat as he shakes his head. He reaches across the table and takes my hands in his.

“It’s not her,” he says, “it’s you.”

“Oh, uhm, sorry?”

“Not sorry,” he says. “This… us… was pretend but… you do these things. So many things that remind me of her.” I open my mouth to protest my innocence, but he stops me by holding up his hand and continuing. “In good ways. I do not think…”

I’m hanging on his every word as he trails off. I wait for him to continue, my heart pounding in my chest. My throat is dry and I need him to say it. Say that I’m not alone, that he’s feeling these things too.

“Think?” I prod when I can’t take waiting any longer.

He shakes his head looking down then up.

“Think, yes,” he says, pursing his lips. “Phoebe, none of this makes sense. A dragoste… it is supposed to be a one and only. I know she was my dragoste and we will be together in the next world. But you…”

“I?” I ask, breathless, leaning further onto the table to be closer to him.

“You are… everything.”

I can’t breathe. Can’t blink. I don’t want this moment to ever end. I don’t want to miss a single, solitary second of it. My eyes burn and then I do the only thing that makes sense.

I leap across the table and kiss him.

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VAPAS

She jumps and I barely get my arms up in time to catch her as her lips smash against mine. All the twisting worries disappear. Her warmth and intensity leaves no room for doubts.

Desire taking over, I jerk her the rest of the way across the table and onto my lap. She twists and turns until her legs are gripping my hips. Both of us groan, moaning into the kiss.

My cock aches and throbs. Need pulsing in time with the beating of our hearts. As I run my hands over her back, up and down, she grinds against me. I will not lose control again. I am going to pleasure her. There is no more holding back.

She takes a handful of my hair at the nape of my neck and jerks back while biting my lower lip. She pulls until my lip breaks free of her teeth and then she softly kisses it, peppering her way across my cheek and down my neck.

“Vapas,” she whispers.

The warmth of her breath passing over the skin damp from her tongue causes a shiver of delight. I cannot wait any longer.

Rising too quick, I knock the chair over. It clatters to the floor and I kick it back and away. I clear the table with a sweep of one arm and then lay her down. She smiles, eyes half-lidded, a soft moan on her lips.

Grabbing her pants, I jerk them over her hips and down. The scent of her sex fills my head, driving me wild. Her anatomy looks the same as what I know, though the colorations are different and the smell is different, yet still arousing and pleasing.

The hair over her feminine mound is short and curly, but the opening is in the right place. I slide my hands up her pale, bare thighs and she groans, wiggling. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, her eyes bore into mine.

I don’t break eye contact as I slide my hands closer and closer to my intended goal. My need and my desire. Her lips tremble as I pass my thumbs across the delicate flower of her opening.

She bites her lower lip and I feel her uncertainty. The hesitation is palpable and I immediately pull back. No matter my desire and intention, I will not take that which she is not freely offering and ready for.

“Phoebe?” I ask.

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