Page 41 of Fated to the Orc

VARKUL

She fitsinto my arms like she was born to be there.

Evelyn. My mate. Myeverything.

Her cheek presses against my chest, her eyes closed as the wind stirs her hair. She smells like earth and fire. Andme. She smells like she’smine.

Her belly is small, but it’s already the most sacred thing in my life. More than the axe on my back. Even more than the clan I swore to protect.

She is my everything.

I do not need to mark her with paint, or pierce her shoulders with my teeth to prove she belongs to me. I’ve already claimed her.

This tiny human has saved me, saved all of us. She’s saved my people from a future where we dwindled and vanished into dust.

I lift her into my arms and kiss her like I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment. Because I have.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her fingers tangle in my hair. I trail my mouth down her jaw, down her throat, to the collar of her tunic. It’s so soft, so easy to tear.

So I do.

The fabric falls away and her breasts spill into my hands, full and flushed, her nipples already hard. I growl low in my throat, running my tongue over one as she gasps and arches into me.

“Varkul,” she breathes.

I love the way she says my name.

“Yes, little mate?”

“I need?—”

“I know.”

I sink to my knees before her and kiss the swell of her belly. I want to taste her, to remind her she belongs to me, that no one else will ever know her this way.

I spread her thighs and bury my face in her wet heat, groaning as her taste flood my tongue. She moans, hips grinding against my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I devour her.

She comes quickly, trembling and breathless, and I rise to my feet, lifting her up easily.

I push her back against a tree, lift her hips, and slide into her in one powerful throat.

She cries out, and I silence her with a deep kiss.

We move together, hard and fast. She clings to me as if she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat.

Her eyes are locked onto mine, her hair tumbling over her shoulders.

“You were made for me,” I growl as I pound myself into her.

“And no one else,” she gasps. “Just you!”

We come together, her walls squeezing my shaft as I fill her deeply, claiming her pussy all over again. My roar echoes through the trees. Her scream answers it.

We stay like this, tangled, panting, pressed together beneath the leaves, her lips against my neck, my arms around her hips.

“I love you,” she whispers in my native orc tongue.

And I say the words in her human language. “I love you, Evelyn.”

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