Page 25 of Orc's Mate

Actually, I didn’t want to think too hard about who he might’ve rutted with in the past.

Iwasn’tjealous.

A nudge of his heels, and Zarran sprang upward, his wings spiking out and flapping to catch the wind. In no time, we were soaring above the forest that stretched forever, and I was stretching my arms out once again to snag the breeze.

“I adore flying,” I said, leaning into Odik’s embrace.

“I adore you,” he growled in my ear.

His cock had not subsided. And the thought of what he’d done with his fingers was making heat zip down my spine like a lightning bolt had arced from the sky.

His hands landed on my thighs and he massaged them. I was certain he was pretending to do this to keep me from cramping, but each time his fingertips stroked inward, they reached closer to the junction between my thighs.

“You might as well pull up my skirts and get it over with,” I said, though without irritation. I felt flushed and overheated, and the thought of stripping off my clothing and jumping into a cool sea held great appeal.

As did rising up and seeing what it would feel like when his cock took the place his fingers had claimed this morning.

I couldn’t imagine what had come over me.

“Sanderson. Fruit. And I like you too,” I belted out.

He chuckled. “See? We know each other fairly well now.”

We didn’t, but as he slid my skirt up and slipped his hand down into my undergarment, expertly finding my clit, I didn’t give a damn about that.

“Tell me what you like,” he said by my ear. He rocked against me, his stiff cock humming. Truly, he was huge. His fingers felt good, but they were smaller than that thing between his legs.

“You saw me touching my clit, and you would’ve seen more if you’d allowed me to finish on my own,” I chided him, grinning so wide, my cheeks ached.

Zarran flew on, oblivious to what we were doing, thank the fates.

Odik kept rubbing my clit.

“I apologize. If you’d like to do this yourself, I’ll be happy to back off and leave you to it.” He tugged his hand out of my undergarment, but it didn’t get far before I grabbed it and returned it to where it belonged.

Belonged? Boy, was I quickly giving in to his charm.

“Show me howyou’dpleasure me,” I said.

“I already did.”

“Once might not have been enough.”

“I like that you’re so open about this, sweet mate,” he said, still shifting his cock against my back.

“Won’t the rubbing give you a rash?” I asked, remembering his words last night.

“It’ll be worth it.”

I didn’t feel sexually brave enough to suggest he wouldn’t get a rash if he rocked it inside me.

Despite our teasing about knowing—and liking—each other, I felt I should hold off at least until we reached his home.Ourhome, I supposed, since I’d live there with him.

He stroked down my slit, groaning. “Damn, you’re wet.”

“I’ve heard that’s a good thing. I will clarify that I’veoverheardthis. I didn’t have many friends in the village, so they weren’t chatting with me about stuff like this, though they didn’t hold back their words when I was around.”

You’d think I could say something that would make me sound likeable instead of the village reject.

---