Page 33 of Valpar

I bit my lip nervously, unsure of what to do or say. Sure, I’d read books, but none of the women in there had an orc for a mate.

He had a third leg.

My lady hole can’t fit that.

Does he have to put it in there, right now?

Before I could gather my thoughts, Valpar took a step towards me, his long bamboo stick aiming right at me, as he knelt down.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “My little fairy,” he said softly, his eyes burning into my skin. “I do not want the tribe to look at you, or even smell you. I do not want them to take you from me.” He gritted his teeth.

“What?” I panted, when I felt his hands part my legs. My short dress was no match, and I knew he could see straight into my silky, damp underwear.

“You are my miresa,” he took in a deep breath and lowered his head. “In your time living in Bergarian, you must knowhow males are possessive over females, yes?“ He emitted a low, menacing growl, his hot breath caressing my skin as it traveled up my leg, igniting a fiery sensation between my thighs.

My head fell back, and I let out a soft whimper.

“Orcs are alphas.” He licked the inner part of my left knee.

Oh, dragon eggs.

“My tribe will be jealous of me. Try to take you for themselves and delay our bonding. I. Will. Not. Let. Them.”

Valpar’s warm, wet tongue glided slowly along my bare leg, sending heat to my should-be no-no zone. I could feel the tickle of the rough skin of his cheek, as he playfully nuzzled his nose against the delicate fabric of my underwear. Inhaling deeply, he savored the scent that came from between my thighs.

“Mmm, my miresa. I want to bury my face here.”

Um, please!

I was no longer thinking how angry I was before, that he almost left me because he was so stubborn, or that he wanted to hide me from everyone.

Nope, not one bit.

All I could think about was him relieving this ache that pulsed between my legs. And his face, his tongue… it was right there.

I bit my cheek so I didn’t say anything embarrassing, because that would be something I would do. None of those other women in the books say anything, they just took it. Allowed a man to have their way with them, but—

I couldn’t hold it in.

“Are you supposed to sniff it?” I squeaked, wiggling in his arms. “And is it supposed to feel like this?!”

Valpar’s big hands engulfed my thighs easily, pinning me to my seat as held me still. He groaned, and the vibrations ran up my inner thigh.

He hummed. “How does it feel, my little fairy?”

I bit hard on my cheek, drawing blood. I felt everything. Fire, electricity, magic pricking my nipples and soaking my core.

I was so wet. What if he thought I peed?

Before I could answer, Valpar cupped my butt-cheeks and tipped my hips up like he was burying his face in a cupcake batter bowl. He rubbed his nose over my underwear, and I gripped his thick hair so I didn’t fall over.

Valpar snarled into my thighs, his claws digging into my cheeks. I let out a cry that could be mistaken for pain, but deep-fried fudge, I wanted more.

Simon yelled his loud baaaa, and I heard his hooves charge across the grass and straight into Valpar’s hip. He didn’t move. He continued to rub his cheek, face and nose between my legs.

Simon didn’t let up. He continued to back up and charge, but I was too lost in the sensations, and too excited at the new experience my body was feeling. Vapar was becoming bolder, more excited, grunting and rooting like he was a wild boar.

My grip tightened in his hair, as his large tooth caught on my dress. I heard it rip and gasped, as his hand gripped my waist to keep me in place.

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