Page 30 of Fated to the Orc

“You’re even more beautiful than I dared to imagine,” he growls.

I’m trembling, naked from the waist down, my shirt pulled up, fully exposed in front of a literal warlord.

His big hands slide up my thighs, spreading me open, and I gasp when his thumb brushes against my slick folds.

“You’re dripping,” he says approvingly. “You’re ready to be mated.”

“Yes,” I say softly, my voice quivering.

His eyes flare open. “Louder.”

“Yes,” I say. “I’m… ready. For you.”

He leans in, his mouth on my throat, kissing, licking, nipping at the delicate skin while his fingers explore me.

One thick finger slides between my wet folds, parting me. I moan as I cling to his broad shoulders, my hips rocking against his hand.

He finds my clit easily, rubbing slow circles while my entire body begs for more.

“Oh yes,” I groan, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh God!”

He growls, low and pleased with me. “Lie down, mate.”

Mate.

That word makes something snap inside of me.

It’s true. I’m his mate, and he’s mine. Nothing has ever felt more right. My body, my soul, my everything belongs to him.

He kneels between my legs and I forget how to breathe.

The orc grabs my thighs, spreading me wide, and then his tongue, his rough, orc tongue, licks a long, slow line up my core.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my back arching.

His tongue is thick and rough and ridged in a way that shouldn’t feel good on my quivering pussy, butabsolutely does.

Varkul moans, as if the taste of me is the best thing he’s ever known. The sound vibrates through my entire body, and my fingers fly to his dark hair, my hips bucking against his face.

He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking and teasing me until I’m a writhing mess.

My thighs tremble as the pleasure builds and builds andbuilds,until it becomes too much for a simple human to bear. “Varkul?—!”

He doesn’t stop.

He licks and sucks and devours me, and when he pushes a thick finger inside of me and curls it just right, I comeundone.

Pleasure hits me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and shaking. I cry out loudly, clutching his hair, riding wave after wave of pleasure as they hit me, over and over again. Varkul’s strong hands hold me down, growling possessively between my legs.

When I finally collapse he rises slowly, licking his lips.

“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I look up at him, dazed with pleasure.

And then I see it.

His cock. Still hard, still gleaming, still waiting.

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