Page 45 of Bound to the Orc King

He laughs, a dark chuckle that makes my toes curl. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

I’ll show him. Leaning forward, I plant both hands on his chest and start to really ride him. God, even with the knot, his dick’s at least six inches long and feels so damned good. And hitting against the hard, swollen lump at the base adds an extra sensation that sends spurts of delight shooting through me.

“Faster,” he commands, his fingers digging into my hips as he lifts me up and down. “Harder.”

I don’t even try to pretend I don’t like the orders this time, too caught by pleasure to protest. My heart races, and I pant, each breath smelling of pine and leather and sex.

His second dick rubs over my clit, vibrating hard. God, I’ve already come twice, and I’m about to again. Aldronn’s cock really is magic.

Not that I can ever let him know.

“I heard that,” he growls, flashing his sinful smirk.

Fucking telepathy!

“If it helps, you are exquisite and perfect and the best I’ve ever had.”

“Oh!” My core clenches tight as not only his words, but also the sincerity and devotion behind them, flow over me.

I slam down onto him one last time, grinding against his knot in a whimper of need. My orgasm crests over me in a series of waves, each ebb and flow drawn out for several transcendent moments.

Aldronn’s pleasure echoes back to me as he groans, his hips snapping up. Hot fluid gushes from me, splashing over my thighs and his.

I collapse forward onto his heaving chest, panting for breath.

His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we slowly calm.

Eventually, my thighs begin to twinge at being stretched so wide. I wiggle, slipping free of his cock to straighten my legs, shocked all over again to find him still hard.

Aldronn’s hand splays across my butt, pressing me firmly against him as I lie back down with my head on his shoulder.

“Still bossy,” I whisper against his pec, pressing a kiss to it and tasting salt and skin.

“You still love it.” His voice is a quiet rumble that vibrates through my chest.

He strokes a hand down my back over and over until I melt into a boneless puddle on his chest.

I give a happy squirm, settling more fully on him, and the wetness caught between us makes me ask, “Okay, so, magical contraceptives? Those are totally a thing in Faerie, right?” Please, let them be a thing.

“Quite the opposite,” he says. “All fae, even orcs, have far more difficulty conceiving than humans. It’s the reason we knot—to hold the seed in for hours, so it gets a chance to take root.”

“So, since you didn’t actually knot me…”

“There’s very little chance of you becoming with child.”

A relieved breath whooshes out of me.

He frowns. “As king and queen, we will be expected to produce an heir.”

“Yeah, well, no one said we had to make one immediately. We still have to work out this whole marriage thing first.”

“We are mates, fated to be,” he says. “I know it.”

“Is that a premonition?”

“No.” He touches his chest. “Even though we haven’t finalized our mate bond yet, I already feel you anchored in my heart.”

It’s a sweet dream—one I’d like to believe—but I’m not quite there yet. It’s a little much to jump to soul mates and kids before there’s even love.

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