Page 29 of Fated to the Orc

I’m standing next to Varkul, still fully clothed, yet I feel completely exposed in front of the nude orc warlord.

His deep voice rumbles inside of me. “You smell likeneed, my little human.”

“I do?”

“You do.”

One of his hands travels up my back and buries itself in my hair, gently tugging until my head tips back. His golden eyes flicker as he studies me like I’m some rare, precious thing.

“You want this as much as I do.”

I don’t answer. I don’t have to. He can smell the truth.

His hand slides lower, down my back, then lower still. His strong fingers splay over my ass. He squeezes, and I let out a tiny noise that earns me a feral grin.

“Your body was built for me,” he growls.

The orc leans down, his lips brushing against my collarbone. He inhales deeply, breathing me in like he’s trying to memorize my scent.

“Varkul…” My voice trembles.

He looks up, eyes ablaze. “Say that again.”

“Varkul.”

“Again.”

“Varkul,” I breathe.

He growls as his hand slides between my thighs, pressing against the fabric of my pants, right where I need him the most.

“You’re soaked,” he says, sounding delighted.

“It’s your fault.”

His grin widens. “I intend to make it worse.”

Before I can process those words, he lifts me up effortlessly. One moment I’m standing next to the orc warlord, his cock throbbing in my hands as his roam all over me, and the next I’m straddling his lap, his cock pressing against the seam of my pants like a pulsing promise.

“I need to taste you,” he growls, his hands sliding up my shirt. “I need to hear the sounds you make when you come apart in my mouth.”

My fingers clutch at his broad shoulders, digging into his hard muscles. He’s supposed to be recovering from his wounds, but the orc is in complete control of the situation.

And ofme.

His strong hands snap my bra open, and a moment later his mouth is on my breasts, his rough tongue on my stiff nipples. I shiver, throwing my head back, completely lost in the moment.

I push my ass back against his hardness, abandoning all reason. More than anything, I need to feel him inside of me.Bare.

“I need to tasteall of you,” Varkul growls.

He flips me around, and suddenly I’m the one on the bed as the orc warlord towers over me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and tug.

I lift my hips automatically, letting him peel them down — along with my soaked panties.

I let the orc bare me completely.

Varkul looks down at me like he’s starving.

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