Page 22 of Orc's Mate

My belly burned with jealousy, and I wanted to gnash my teeth. “Whohas discovered this?” I bit out carefully.

He chuckled. “No need to be worried, sweet thing. My nubs exist solely for you.”

“You’ve given them to someone else or you wouldn’t know what they do.”

“Today is not the first time I’ve touched my cock.”

“Well, of course,” I said primly. Lifting a pebble, I threw it into the fire, which ignored my childish gesture. “Today wasn’t the first time I’ve touched my body either.”

“Of course.” He mimicked me—mockedme.

“I’m not jealous.”

“You have no reason to be. From now on, I promise not to share my nubs with anyone but you.”

“Not even your hand?” I asked.

“Now, that’s an interesting question. I guess the answer will depend on what happens over the next few days.”

“What do you think’s going to happen over the next few days?”

“I believe, my sweet mate, you’ll have to wait to find out.”

I rolled my eyes, though I didn’t argue his point. At the rate we were going, I’d be humping him by the end of the day.

“You also have a second cock,” I said.

“You’re quite an observant mate, aren’t you?”

“I educate myself.”

He released a deep chuckle. “Educate yourself about cocks?”

“Only yours. So far.”

“Always only mine,” he growled.

“Possessive, aren’t you?” The thought made the blood hum through my veins.

“I don’t share. You’re mine, and you’ll soon become used to the notion.”

I wanted to protest that I belonged to no one, but I suspected he was right. “If I’m yours, then that means you’re mine.” I said it smugly.

“Exactly.” Pure satisfaction came through in his voice. “As for my second cock, it’s called a spur.”

“Does it vibrate too?” I was getting wet between my legs again, which was silly. I’d never needed to pleasure myself more than once or twice a month. Certainly not two times within the span of a few moments.

“It will latch onto your pretty little clit and suck it while I pump my cock—complete with vibrating nubs—inside you.”

I was quivering at the idea. Lust was roaring through me, and I wasn’t sure what I should do about it. Nothing, I supposed. It wasn’t like I was going to ask him to push his fingers inside me again.

Though I wanted to.

Chapter13

Odik

Iwas grateful when Eleri slept. If she kept talking about my cock and wiggling while making those little huffing sounds she’d released while I was pumping my fingers inside her, I was going to explode.

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