Page 84 of Bound to the Orc King

Aldronn growls as I sink to my knees. I grip his boots to let him step out of them, then shove off my own. I lean forward to press a kiss to his bulge, grinning up at him.

“No.” His hand fists in my hair, pulling me upright. “I need to be in younow. Nothing else will do.”

I whine a little, but it’s not a real protest. My panties are already wet.

He pulls my shirt off, his huge hands gliding over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Aldronn palms my breasts through my bra, the linen so thin and soft it feels almost as good as being naked.

But not good enough for him. With a loud rip, he tears it in two.

“That was new!”

“I’ll get you another.” He smirks and drops to his knees. His mouth closes over my nipple, sending heat lancing through me as his tongue starts to flick.

I groan and bury my hands in his thick hair, hanging on as my knees go weak.

Aldronn nips at my other breast, scraping my skin with his tusks over and over as he unfastens my pants. The rough abrasion sensitizes my skin, making it sing, and I arch into him.

He pulls back, eyeing the mark he’s left on me and grunting with satisfaction. Then he peels the leather pants from me, his gaze so intent I feel like the most beautiful woman in all the worlds.

My panties rip, and his nose presses against my mound as he breathes deep.

I remember myself just enough to tug on his hair. “I thought you wanted to be inside me.”

He smirks, hot and wicked, and gives my clit one single lick, sending a zip of pleasure racing through me. Then he stands and strips off his pants to show off that gorgeous cock of his, already hard and leaking thick, creamy fluid. Magic shivers in the air, and blue light flashes across his stud as it grows into a second dick.

My thighs squeeze together, and I know exactly what I want. I needallof him.

“I want both your cocks in me,” I say. “I’ll need some preparation for my butt.”

“You will have it,” he growls, his gaze so heated it makes my core clench. “Get on your knees.”

His strong hands push me down, arranging my body until I’m on my hands and knees with him behind me. Then he covers my back, his huge body surrounding me, his scent of male and leather and pine all I can breathe. Everything is firm muscle and coiled strength pressing against me, making me feel tiny and overpowered in a way that’s amazingly erotic. This is the flip side of all my issues with authority—when I do let a guy take control, it’s hot as hell, and no one’s better at it than my bossy king.

He strokes the head of his cock up and down my folds, coating me in orc seed.

Fire rages through my blood, and I let out a choked sob, already on the edge of orgasm. I push my butt back toward him, my body begging.

“So needy, so greedy, my little queen.” His deep voice vibrates straight into me from where his chest covers my back. “I love it.”

His main cock keeps rubbing over my clit as the magical one teases the entrance to my core. It starts to vibrate, the sensation shaking through me.

“Say it, May,” Aldronn orders, command ringing in his voice. “Say you want my cocks.”

“No,” I tease one last time, then add, “Ineedthem.”

“Minx.” He pushes the magical cock into me only a single inch, then pulls it out.

My core clenches, trying to grab onto him, wanting more. “Please, Aldronn.”

His hips slam forward, filling my core with his vibrating cock, the magic of it humming deep in my body.

Our telepathic connection snaps into being, the one that rides the mate bond. We both stay present in our bodies, and ourfeelings of desire and pleasure double, echoing back and forth and growing with each pass.

My first orgasm roars through me, hot and sharp, and I scream, my hands fisting in the furs.

“Fuck, May. The noises you make.” He pulls out of me and immediately returns with his larger cock, sliding back into me with a deep groan.

My core clenches around him, stretched tight—so deliciously tight—that I can feel the extra texture of his piercings. Just when I think nothing can feel better, his vibrating dick presses against my ass, slicking it with my wetness. It pushes in, as narrow as a finger at first, the initial burn turning into an intense sensation that feels exquisite.

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