Page 19 of Bound to the Orc King

Starfall snorts behind me. “Are you going to crouch there all night?”

I straighten and stalk back to the fire, picking up the last of the rabbit and ripping at the meat with my tusks. When I’m done, I clean up and bank the flames.

Then I stand, my back to the last bit of firelight, and let the stillness of the night fill me. Starfall grazes nearby, the soft sound of her chewing louder than the faint scurries of tiny creatures moving through the tall grass.

My magic spirals out of me, seeking some premonition of when the ogre will attack, for I do not think he will give up the sky gift of my bride so easily. My magic is a diluted form. Elves used to get premonitions of far future events. For acute threats, I typically get only a few seconds of warning. Yet seconds are an eternity in a fight. My magic has saved my life many times, but I wish it worked better now that I have May to protect.

Yet there’s no warning prickle across my senses. Whatever will happen with him will hopefully not happen tonight.

I walk over to Starfall. “It should be a peaceful night.”

“Sleep. I will eat and stand guard.”

“You need your rest as well.” I lay a hand on her withers. Unicorns have to lie down to truly sleep, which leaves them vulnerable. We usually travel with so many of my guard that everyone gets a chance to rest, but these last couple of days, it’s been only the two of us. “You’ve run hard. I can keep watch.”

“As long as I get enough food, my self healing will take care of fatigue.” She taps my shoulder with her horn. “Go. I’ll doze standing. It will be enough.”

“But—”

“Go!” She lifts her head and pokes me with her horn, none too gently. Then she gives a soft whicker of a laugh. “You can’t tell me you don’t wish to join your moon bound bride in the furs.”

A huff of amusement escapes me. “You know me well.”

After removing my boots, sword belt, and crown, I crawl into the tent and settle onto the furs on my side, facing May.

Her sweet scent fills the confined space, and I breathe deeply. Only the faintest bit of light makes it into the tent, but it’s enough for my keen fae eyesight. Her beautiful face is lovely in repose, all her fire smoothed into the sweetness she’s shown glimpses of all day. I like seeing it, like knowing she feels both passion and peace.

My bride makes a delighted gasp in her sleep, the sound going straight to my cock. By the goddess, the delectable noises this woman makes! What will she sound like with my head buried between her thighs?

Imaginings fill my head as I drift off to sleep, and if my bride could read my mind in this moment, she’d laugh at how right she was about me.

All of my dreams are indeed filthy.

CHAPTER NINE

May

The most delicious warmth envelopes me, and I instinctively wiggle closer to the firm body behind me. The murmured grumble of a deep voice says something inarticulate, bringing a smile to my lips. My grumpy, bossy king.

Wait. What?

Before I can fully wake, my crystal warms on my chest, and I plunge into a dream.

I lie on these same furs, but I’m naked, one arm thrown overhead as my back arches, my mouth wide in an O of pleasure. My other hand is buried in the long, black hair of the man between my thighs, my fingers digging into his scalp with every lick of his wicked tongue. My heels sink into the furs, lifting my hips, grinding my core against his mouth.

He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through my sensitized flesh, and flattens his tongue over my clit in a firm flutter.

I scream, the orgasm hot and sharp, shaking through my entire body.

I awake. Sunlight paints the stretched leather of the tent in gold. I’m, fully clothed, gasping for breath as I tingle everywhere. Fuck! What a wet dream! I’ve never had one so vivid or powerful in my entire life.

Aldronn groans behind me, and his hand tightens on my thigh.

Oh, god. Part of that “firmness” behind me is his dick, thick and hard and pressing against my ass.

My eyes drift closed as another vision fills my mind: me, on my knees, swallowing his massive cock, my hands wrapped around the base. My tongue slides over the hard, round balls of his dick piercings as I take him deep in my throat, gagging on his length and loving it.

Aldronn’s hips snap forward, my name on his lips in a tortured moan.

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