Page 17 of Bred By the Orc
But still, I couldn’t let Drakolt know how much I wanted this. “And if I do not choose to be bred by you?”
He merely shrugged, holding my gaze. “It is not up to either of us. The gods have chosenour union. In my culture, such a thing is sacred, belonging to the entire clan. As will yer breeding.”
“Wh-what does that mean?” I asked, wide-eyed, drawing my knees toward me once more.
His voice lowered, until it reverberated somewhere deep inside me. “It means, pretty little human, that when we reach my village, on the designated night, my clan will gather and celebrate our union. They will acknowledge ye as my Mate, and will witness me taking ye, spilling my seed in ye. I’ll fill ye up with my cum, Sorcha, and put a bairn in yer belly.”
Blessed Virgin. My throat had tightened until I couldn’t seem to get a sound out.
He was going to…totakeme in front of everyone? Pin me down and tup me in front of his clan? His people?
Drakolt could not have read my mind, but he nodded. “Our people, lass. They will respect ye, and this ceremony, once they ken ye carry the son who is foretold to unite our people.”
Unite our people. I could not focus on that, I could not even ask him what he meant, because I was too busy thinking of being thrown down on a boulder in a circle of firelight, everyone watching as he shoved his assuredly huge cock into me again and again as I cried and fought him.
“Breathe, Sorcha,” he commanded, and I was reminded of the way he had comforted me before. Surely he wouldn’t hurt me now, after all these days together?
Besides, you would not be crying and fighting him, would you?
I blinked at my subconscious’s claim. What?
Do not lie. Youlikethe thought of being claimed by this male. This male with the clever fingers, whose cock is surely bigger than the betrothed your father chose. This male who has cared for your comfort…
Across the fire, Drakolt’s lips pulled into a smile, and I startled when I realized I didn’t find it the least bit repulsive.
“Ye dinnae hate the idea, do ye, lass?” he crooned. “I can smell yer wet cunny from over here.”
Oh.
Oh God Almighty. He couldwhat?
“Dinnae fash, lass. The scent is the most delicious I could imagine,” he growled wickedly. “I’d like verra much to smell it closer.”
I couldn’t help the way my knees fell open as I ceased to breathe.
Although every muscle in my body was tense, Drakolt somehow seemedmoreat ease as he spoke. He placed one palm on theground beside him and leaned to one side, his other hand dropping to the bulge in his kilt. “Ye dinnae mind the thought of me taking ye in front of our clan, do ye, Sorcha?”
Our clan. I swallowed, forcing out the lie. “I hate it.”
His chuckle was startling. “Ye will make a fine chief’s Mate with bravery like that. But I cannae only think of my clan at a time like this. The start of our lives together cannae be only violence. Ye dinnae want yer first time to be in front of our people, do ye?”
He meant…the first time he took me, ‘twould be a public spectacle? Oh God. I grew breathless again.
Drakolt nodded. “Iwillbreed ye, Sorcha, and our clan will witness it. Ye’re going to take my cock deep in yer cunny, and I’m going to fill ye with my seed. But it doesnae have to be yer first experience with me. We have days to become used to one another’s bodies.”
I licked my lips. “I…I do not understand.” Although I was fairly certain Idid.My gaze dropped unintentionally to the thickness under his kilt which he now stroked.
“I’ve never made love to a human, ye see.” His grin was a little crooked. “I dinnae ken what ye like. But I’ll imagine a lass like ye, agoodlass, kens what she likes, aye?”
I couldn’t answer. But that heat was building in my core and I squirmed against the hard ground, just remembering some of the positions listed inA Harlot’s Guide.
He nodded slowly, as if knowing he was right. “Right now, yer cunny is dripping, Sorcha.” It was not a question. “Ye’re imagining what ‘twould feel like for me to touch yethere. Show me how ye’d like me to touch ye.”
Dear Lord.
He raised a brow in challenge. “Ye want me to ken what ye like, when it comes time to breed ye, aye?”
That thought was what had me reaching for the hem of my gown and inching it upward. I had worn no stockings in the warm summer air, and now I didn’t regret it. Each inch of my skin that was revealed shivered under his rapt gaze.
