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“I could do this part for you if you want,” I said. “My fingers are thicker.”

“How will you take care of yourself while doing that?”

“You don’t need to worry about me. Just relax and feel. Tell me if this hurts or not.” I nudged aside her hand and drove two fingers inside her.

“Ah,” she gasped.

“Pain?”

“No, it feels good.”

Fuck. My precious mate was going to be the death of me.

My balls surged upward and fire scorched through my veins as I continued to push my fingers inside her and pull them back out. She could handle three, which was good because I was even thicker.

“That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” While she rubbed her clit, I finger-fucked my new bride.

And when she exploded, her moan rippling across the small meadow, I joined her, shooting my seed in thick spurts toward the fire.

Chapter12

Eleri

Should I be embarrassed by what we’d just done together? I hadn’t known Odik for long. We’d shared some of our pasts, but we hadn’t learned much about each other. We hadn’t even kissed!

What he’d done had felt so decadent. Like I’d stepped out of the staid village and into the arms of someone who turned me into a wanton creature.

I wanted him to do it again.

Instead of suggesting he keep moving his fingers inside me, I urged his hand away, fixed my clothing, and sat up. I scooted away from him for good measure.

He took my cue and fixed his own clothing, then fiddled with the fire. Gathering what we hadn’t eaten, he tucked it inside the pouch.

I was grateful he didn’t mention what happened.

“We’ll sleep as much as we can today, then continue traveling,” he said, patting the ground beside him. “You need to lie here with me.”

“Because we’re getting married?”

“According to my people and traditions, we’re already married. Orcs call it mated. My pendant choosing you, followed by me tracking you down in the forest and capturing you, was the only ceremony needed to link us together for the rest of our lives.”

A silly thrill shot through me. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to be with me solely because his pendant took an inopportune moment to flare when I was around, but I was uncomfortably attracted to him. I’d hate to think he’d tell me to find someplace else to live when we reached his island home.

“You didn’t exactly capture me,” I pointed out.

His mouth quirked up in one corner. “We can loosely call it that.”

“You collapsed at my feet.”

“Something I’m completely embarrassed about.”

“Why? You’d taken blows to the head. You passed out—”

“Something else I’m profoundly embarrassed about.”

“It’s natural. It happens at times like that. It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“It doesn’t happen to me,” he grumbled.

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