Page 31 of Resisting the Wicked Orc

“I know what you need,” he growled, his fingers grabbing the waist of my jeans. He tugged them down along with my panties, leaving me naked while he remained half-clothed.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he settled between my thighs. His dark eyes met mine, holding my gaze as he lowered his head and licked a long, slow stroke through my folds.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my head falling back as pleasure sparked through me again.

Zral hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. His tongue circled my clit, teasing with light flicks before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.

My hips bucked, but his large hands held me firmly in place. He devoured me like a man starving, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

He slid two fingers back inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot while his tongue continued its relentless assault. His free hand snaked up my torso to pinch my nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the growing pleasure until I couldn’t tell one sensation from another. All I knew was his mouth on my skin, his fingers filling me, his touch sending me spiraling higher and higher until I broke.

My thighs trembled around his head as I came with a cry, my body arching off the stone. He worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I collapsed against him, boneless and breathless.

Zral crawled up my body, his expression smug as he took in my flushed face and heaving chest. “Still with me?”

I narrowed my eyes, summoning enough energy to flip us. He landed on his back with a grunt, eyes widening as I straddled his hips.

“My turn,” I purred, my fingers making quick work of his belt and jeans.

His cock sprang free as I tugged his pants down, thick and hard against his stomach. I wrapped my hand around him,stroking the velvety length. A bead of moisture gathered at the tip, and I swiped my thumb through it, spreading it down his shaft.

Zral’s eyes rolled back, a groan rumbling from his chest. “Rava, if you keep that up?—”

“Can’t have that,” I teased, releasing him. I shifted, positioning myself over him. “Not when I need my mate inside me.”

Zral gripped my hips as I sank down, taking his cock inch by slow inch. The stretch was almost too much, the perfect burn as he filled me. I kicked my head back, lost in the sensation as he bottomed out.

His hands caressed my thighs, his thumb slipping between my legs to find my clit. The light touch sent a shiver of pleasure through me, and I began to move. Slowly at first, rolling my hips to build the friction between us. Zral’s dark eyes stayed fixed on mine, watching each rise and fall with undisguised hunger.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he groaned, gripping my waist tightly. “Ride me, Red. Ride your mate.”

I braced my hands on his chest, lifting up before sinking back down. The friction was delicious, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through my core. Zral’s eyes dropped to where our bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside me with each roll of my hips.

“Fuck, yes” I gasped, setting a rhythm that had us both panting. “So good. So deep like this.”

Zral sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me in place. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, tearing a cry from my throat. His mouth found my breast, sucking and nipping as I rode him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Take what you need.”

I ground against him, chasing the building pressure. His hand slipped between us, finding my clit and circling it in time with my movements. The dual stimulation was too much. I came with a shout, my inner walls clamping down on his cock as pleasure crashed through me.

Zral growled, his control snapping. He flipped us again, pressing me into the stone as he drove into me with powerful thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in our private sanctuary, mingling with our gasps and moans.

“Mine,” he growled, his pace increasing as he chased his own release. “My mate.”

“Yours,” I agreed, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper. “Only yours.”

His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he neared the edge. I felt the mate bond pulse between us, stronger than ever. In that moment, I knew what he needed—what we both needed.

I tilted my head, pressing my lips to the crook of his neck. The salty taste of his skin sent a fresh tremor of pleasure through me. So close. Just a bite, just a joining of our souls. “Claim me.”

“Fuck.” Zral’s entire body tensed above me, his hips pumping wildly. “You’re mine. My mate.”

“Yes.” I flicked my tongue across his pulse point. “Make me yours, Zral. Completely, utterly?—”

With a growl that vibrated through my bones, he bit down. The brief flare of pain was replaced with a wave of pleasure, so intense that white light flashed across my vision. I clenched around him, clinging to his shoulders as he rode me through the orgasm.

I turned my head, sinking my teeth into the tender skin of his neck. Zral shuddered above me, his cock pulsing as he came with a deep groan. The mate bond roared fully to life, anchoring itself in our very souls.

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