Page 57 of Bound in Flames

I trailed lower, my mouth hovering over the waistband of his leathers. Satisfaction burned hot in me at the hunger in his eyes, the way he groaned as I flicked my tongue out lave against his heated skin, savoring his breathy groans.

“You want to play, little mate?”

Humming in response, I unfastened the heavy buckles, delighting as I watched his muscles flex beneath my fingertips. The weight of his armor crashed to the floor, the dagger clattering loudly against the stone. I stuck out my tongue, swirling it around the swollen head of his cock, smiling at the groan rumbling from his chest as he throbbed under my ministrations.

“You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”

Dex rocked his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock to my lips and smearing them with a bead of arousal that I eagerly licked up. Parting my lips again, I took the tip in my mouth, laving my tongue against the slit, coaxing another growl from his heaving chest, my jaw aching as I fought to take him deeper into my throat.

A strangled moan escaped him, and his hand fisted my hair, patience crumbling as he thrust shallowly into my mouth. I fought the reflex to gag as he brushed the back of my throat, swallowing around him, the filthy noise drawing another guttural groan from deep in his chest.

“Fucking hell, Cleo… your throat is almost as perfect as your cunt.” His voice was hoarse, his fingers flexing tighter in my hair, pushing further into me and making my eyes water.

I burned to say something equally filthy in return, but my mouth was too full of him, too preoccupied with the way he slid over my tongue with increasing urgency. The obscene sounds filling the space around us only fanned the flames building between my thighs, and I rocked in place, desperate for friction. My nails dug into his muscled thighs, encouraging him to take more, to claim my mouth as roughly as he had my body.

“Look at you, so eager to choke on my cock,” he rasped as his hips snapped forward. He held me there, not allowing me to retreat, forcing my throat to flutter around him. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it.”

With a growl Dex pulled back and I gasped for breath, spit trailing down my chin. He didn’t give me time to recover, tugging me to my feet and showing me onto the bed with a roughness that had me feral for him. I landed on my chest with a bounce, my breath catching as I watched his claws made quick work of my dress, leaving me bare under his hungry gaze.

His hands traced possessively over my ass before roughly plunging two thick fingers into my slick heat. A startled cry escaped my lips, the wet slide of his fingers sent chills running across my body, but it wasn’t enough—I needed more.

Dex withdrew, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum that made me ache. He stroked himself, coating his thick length in our combined fluids before he pressed against my drenched core.

The stretch was overwhelming, a delicious burn that had me gasping, his sheer size forcing me open inch by inch. My body fought the intrusion, but the slickness of my arousal eased the way, and soon he was buried deep inside, filling me completely.

His deep thrust knocked the air from my lungs, and my arms gave way as my face pressed into the furs, a broken moan escaping me. He ground his hips with each thrust, reaching depths that had my toes curling, my orgasm building withstaggering speed as he bullied against my g-spot. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass had me bucking against him, chasing the sweet sting of his dominance.

“Tell me who you belong to, little shaman,” he demanded, his voice dark, dangerous.

“I’m yours, Dex!” I sobbed, my vision white as pleasure tore through me as my inner muscles fluttered around him. The overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled sent me spiraling, hitting me in waves that left me trembling and weak.

His thrusts stuttered as he chased his own release. He drove himself deep with a growl, flooding me with cum, grinding slow, shallow thrusts in me as he rode out the aftershocks.

Later, as I lay curled in his arms, the weight of my doubts felt distant, the ever-present tension melting under his touch. His arms were wrapped around me, making me feel safe in a way nothing else could. And in that quiet moment, with the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body wrapped around mine, I knew that no matter what came next, with Dex, I was home.

Chapter 30

Cleo

The first light of dawn seeped through the furs, casting a soft glow over the room. I lay still, cocooned in the warmth of the bed with Dex. The quiet rhythm of his breathing beside me was a comforting presence. I turned my head to take in the sight of him—his strong chest rising and falling with each breath, his dark hair mussed from sleep.

In moments like this, when the world was still, the weight of everything fell away. There was only him and me, tangled together in the warmth of the bed, a haven against the world outside. I hadn’t planned on growing this close to him. Our connection had started as something practical, born out of survival and necessity. But it quickly deepened into something more—trust, respect, and love.

I carefully slipped out of bed, wrapping a blanket around my body to ward off the morning chill. I didn’t want to wake him. I needed a moment alone to gather my thoughts. I padded across the room to the basin in the corner and splashed water on my face, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I hardly recognized the girl staring back. There was a hardness in my eyes now, a weight in my features that hadn’t been there before.

I wasn’t sure what I was searching for in the mirror—perhaps some sign of the woman the orcs believed me to be, the shaman they placed their hopes in. But all I saw was myself, vulnerable and afraid, wrapped in a mantle I wasn’t certain I deserved.

The prophecy loomedover me with each passing day. I could feel its pressure, growing heavier, more suffocating. The clan looked to me as the one destined to save them, but I wasn’t sure I could live up to their expectations. I wasn’t sure if I could harness the power inside me without it tearing me apart.

Behind me I heard the soft rustle of blankets and the low, familiar rumble of Dex’s voice. “You’re up early.” His tone was rough with sleep.

I shifted my gaze from the mirror to the figure in the bed. Dex lay on his back, the blankets draped loosely over his waist, leaving his massive green chest exposed. His dark eyes, still heavy with sleep, watched me with a warmth that sent a shiver through my body. There was something about the way he looked at me that always stole my breath.

Dex’s gaze darkened as he watched me discard the blanket and climb onto the bed to straddle his waist. The cool morning air brushed against my bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his body below me.

I leaned forward and splayed my hands over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin. His hands slid up my thighs, rough and calloused from years of battle, but gentle in their touch. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me closer.

We were both still, the air between us thick with anticipation, the bond between us humming with energy. I felt my breath hitch as I felt the tension in his body, the way he responded tomy closeness, the way his hands tightened on my hips, pulling me even closer.

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