Page 80 of Buck Wild Orc Cowboy
He leaned in close, his lips brushing mine. “Drool away. I’ll collect every drop.”
I didn’t get a chance to laugh before he kissed me again, deeper this time. Everything heated fast. Hands roaming. Bodies shifting. I slid off his lap and tugged at the button of his jeans while he watched me with parted lips and heavy eyes.
I paused. “Last chance to change your mind, sweet.”
“If you stop now, I’ll die. A dramatic, shirtless death.”
I snorted, then shoved him back on the bed.
He lay still, all six and a half feet or so of him sprawled like a dream I hadn’t realized I’d been having my whole life. My gaze swept over him, hungry and with a little awe. His jeans were undone but still clinging low on his hips, and when I slid them down, he lifted his hips for me with a soft groan.
And there he was.
My mouth parted.
Oh.
Sel was thick, long, heavy, every inch of him a deep, dusky green shot through with darker veins. But it wasn’t only his size that stole my breath. Around his shaft, spiraling from the flared base all the way up to beneath the head, were delicate, cord-like ridges. Actually, not ridges. Strands, I guess. Like jewelry, only they were a part of him. Born with them. I’d bet anything on that. They shimmered faintly, each one tipped with a small, bead-like nub.
They pulsed. Literally pulsed, gently vibrating against my skin as I reached out and ran curious fingers along them.
He watched me, his eyes dark. “They’re called coorails. They’re…all of us have them.”
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered.
His breath snagged in his throat. “They’re sensitive. For both of us. When I’m aroused, they vibrate. The more aroused I am, the more intense it gets. They’re meant to bring more pleasure to a mate.” He hesitated, then added, “Tomymate.”
The tip of him glistened with a pearly green drop. My body clenched as heat roared through me.
I met his gaze and smiled. “So basically you’re built to ruin me.”
His grin turned feral. “If you’ll let me.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips over one of the softly pulsing beads. “Oh, I’ll let you.”
I smoothed my lips over one of the coorails again, fascinated by the way it quivered under the lightest touch. Sel hissed through his tusks, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.
“Sensitive,” he rasped. “Told you.”
“You weren’t exaggerating.”
I licked a slow line up the side of his shaft, tracing one of the spiraling strands with my tongue. The texture was strange and thrilling. Firm yet flexible, each bead hummed beneath my mouth. I’d never experienced anything like it. I paused, pulling back to take him in again, tracing the path of the coorails from base to tip.
“They’re symmetrical,” I murmured. “Evenly spaced.”
He groaned. “You’re cataloguing me now?”
“Well, you’re a work of art,” I said, smiling. “I feel like I should take notes.”
His laugh was low, shaky. “Later. Right now, I think I’m about to come apart just from the way you’re looking at me.”
“Poor you.” I faked a pout. “Let me see if I can make you feel better.” I kissed the underside of his shaft and worked my way up to the tip, where that drop of green waited for me. I licked it, and the taste was unlike anything I’d ever known. Rich, warm, a little wild. I wanted more.
Sel's hands clenched the bedding, his jaw tight. “Holly.” His growl echoed in the room. “If you keep doing this, it’s going to be over very fast.”
I smiled, kissed my way back down. “We’ve got all night.”
His growl rang out again, and then his hands were on me, pulling me up his body, his mouth seeking mine in a kiss that was hot and open and full of promise.
