Page 87 of Bound to the Orc King

The suction of her sweet mouth increases, her hands speeding up. Her tongue dances over my piercings.

My fingers fist in her hair, and I give a little tug of warning.

Instead of moving away, May sucks harder, pulling my orgasm from me in a pulse of blinding pleasure. I groan as orc seed bubbles out the sides of her mouth, splashing across my stomach and thighs.

I scoop up a handful and lather it over her folds, rubbing her sensitive nub until she yells out her completion, her whole body shaking with the force of it.

I pull her up until we lie on our sides, facing each other. Gathering more of my come, I rub it over her stomach, her breasts, scent marking her as mine. My fingers linger on the mark my tusks left on her, liking that she wears a visual reminder as well.

My crown slips from my head, and I teasingly rest it on hers. It’s far too large. If my moon bound sat upright, it would slip all the way over her head to make a necklace, but it would beuncomfortable with all the stylized branches extending toward her chin. None of our familial ones will fit. I’ll have one of my metalworkers fashion her a custom crown.

“Do you prefer gold or platinum?” I ask.

“Gold.”

“Any favorite gemstones?”

“Hmm.” She taps at her chin, her lips pursed as if in deep thought. Then she shoots me her mischievous smile, her hand gliding over my cock. “I have a new favorite color. Something’s made me like green.”

I smirk. “Emeralds it is.”

May moves closer, using my arm as her pillow, and I pull the furs over us again.

“We still need”—she yawns—“to talk about all of that married stuff.”

“We will.” I wrap my arms around her.

It’s not a lie, but it also doesn’t matter what we discuss.

I’ll be damned before I let her go.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

May

By the time I wake again, golden sunlight has replaced the green and purple of the aurora, making the walls of the ice cave glow in an equally magical way.

I roll onto my back and stretch, luxuriating in the way the sinfully soft furs brush over my skin.

I’m alone but have the feeling Aldronn hasn’t been gone long. The distant rumble of deep voices echoes down the tunnel, so quiet it teases the edge of my hearing—they must be coming from outside instead of the next cavern.

Bouncing upright, I throw off the furs and hurry over to the hot spring for one last dip. I expect to be sticky from all the come—I was seriously covered in orc seed last night—but my skin is soft and silky instead, like I used a luxury lotion.

Fuck, I can never let Aldronn know! The last thing Mr. Bossy Pants needs to know is that I want him to rub his come over my entire body.

I suppress a giggle. Who am I kidding? I’m sure I’ll let it slip at some point.

I twist my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and sink into the water up to my neck, moaning as the warmth seeps into my muscles. I’m sore from last night in the very best of ways.

My cheeks flame as I remember it. Being filledeverywhereby Aldronn was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve always liked butt stuff and have a special toy just for that, but I never felt comfortable to try it with another person before.

But I trust Aldronn completely. As bossy and commanding as he is, I know he’ll never hurt me. And the way his stud slowly grew in size was perfect—it kept me right on the edge of sensation without tipping over into pain.

“You’re awake.” Aldronn emerges from the tunnel and straightens, a mug held carefully during the maneuver. “I wanted to surprise you with tea.”

I hop up to sit on the edge of the hot spring and reach toward him, making gimme hands. “It’s still a surprise.”

“Good morning.” He crouches down to give me a kiss, then hands me the mug.

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