Page 18 of Bred By the Orc
When my gown and chemise were draped over my thighs—feet still planted on the ground, knees still raised—I hesitated.
“Touch yer tit, Sorcha,” he commanded. “Cup it. Caress it.”
Unbidden, my hand raised, following his decree as if I had no choice. My palm cupped my breast, my fingers going to my nipple to roll it the way he had. It didn’t feel the same—didn’tfeel as good—but I still felt myself arching into the touch, breaths coming too fast now.
“Aye, that’s a good lass.” His hand began to move, leisurely stroking his cock through the tartan of his kilt. My mouth watered suddenly, wanting toseethat thick member, wondering if it would be as green as the rest of him, and his smile flashed. “Aye, in good time, pretty one. I can scent yer eagerness. Pull aside that flimsy linen, aye, and touch yer skin like a good girl.”
I would have done it without his command, I was so desperate to feel the touch of skin on skin. ‘Twas easy enough to yank down the neckline of my chemise, to bare my breasts to the night air…to his gaze.
When I squeezed the orb, we both sucked in a breath.
Without realizing it, my other hand had dropped to my skirts again, pulling upward. I could have buried my hand beneath them, touching myself in private…but I did not.
This was not just for me anymore.
I allowed my thighs to fall open until they stretched apart, holding my skirts away from my core. His gaze was locked on it, his hand still slowly stroking himself.
I imagined his breathing was as erratic as mine.
When I dragged my finger through my wet cleft, we both moaned.
I tipped my head back, closing my eyes, imagining ‘twasDrakolt’sfingers on me. In me. Imagining what the breeding would feel like, when he would hold me and slide into me again and again, everyone watching.
I grew breathless at the thought. To be reduced to a mere body, every fiber of my being focused on the place where we’d be joined. To know I was the center of attention for what I could provide to the clan chief.
One of my fingers slid inside my channel, curving forward, not quite long enough to caress that secret spot deep inside. My hand had dropped from my breast to my mound, the heel of my palm providing the pressure I needed, as my body reached higher and higher.
Closer and closer and closer.
I had never peaked this quickly before. The combination of what I had learned fromA Harlot’s Guide, and the scenario he had described, and the days riding with him on edge…they had combined to send me closer to a climax than I had imagined possible.
The air in front of me moved, and when I opened my eyes, still sliding my fingers in and out of my wet passage,hewas there.
Drakolt knelt in front of me, his cock in his hands, his gaze riveted on my cunny. His expression was somewhere between reverent and desperate, and I felt my core squeeze around my fingers.
My gaze dropped to his cock, what I could see of it in his grip.
‘Twas a pale green and ridged. It reminded me of the few times I’d seen his tongue. And ‘twasthick. So thick, so long, I wondered if I could take it.
You will have to take it, remember? In front of everyone.
And mayhap ‘twas that thought. Mayhap ‘twas the greedy way he stared at me. Whatever the reason, I felt myself fall over the edge which had been threatening. I gasped as my inner muscles began to spasm around my fingers, and I braced my weight to thrust my hips upward.
His gaze flashed up to mine, and I came while staring into his dark eyes.
Only…they were not quite dark anymore, were they? Deep within them there was the slightest flash of green.
“Sorcha,” he growled, dropping forward to support himself with one palm flat on the ground, as theother continued to stroke himself. “Please. Lass, I need…”
He was going to fook me, here and now? I groaned, closing my eyes, giving in to the inevitable. This was not the wedding night I had imagined, but right now I was so aroused, so ready…
“I need to taste ye.”
My eyes flashed open, staring up at the branches above.
Taste ye.
I licked my lips, and I must have made a little noise ofneedbecause then he was there, between my legs. Drakolt’s arms snaked under my knees, lifting me until my arse hit the tree behind me. I used my hands to steady myself and he paused.
