Page 19 of Bred By the Orc
He paused, just looking.
Nay,inhaling.
He wassmellingmy cunny—my dripping cunny, which I’d just finger-fooked as if I’d been alone in my bed at home, readingA Harlot’s Guide—and grinning.
It looked as if he was savoring the moment, and I had to resist the urge to rock my hips forward.
Finally, he bent closer and slowly—so slowly—dragged his tongue up my slit. Iwhimpered, the skin was still so sensitive, and I realized his tongue was much wider than I’d expected.
And ridged. Dear God, his tongue wasridged, and I felt each bump deliciously.
He licked me again, then a third time, humming in approval. “Malla the Beginner, Sorcha,” he finally gasped, “’Tis the most delicious thing I could imagine.”
As he bent his head again, my hand fell to the top of his head, my fingers curling in his hair to hold him in place. This wasThe Invasion of Brussels, was it not? I remembered my conversation with Effie and Roxanna the night we were taken, and how we were certain our future husbands would never do this for us.
But this male was doing it.
Nay, he was doing more thanlickingme…he wassavoringme. He was making noises as if I were a grand feast and he was a starving man. He was revering me, worshiping me with his tongue…and I was already climbing toward another climax.
And then Drakolt made a little noise of discovery as his tongue brushed against the bud of my pleasure, and I jerked forward, grinding my pelvis into his face.
“What is this called?” he murmured, his callused fingertip finding it effortlessly.
“Clitoris,” I gasped, gyrating helplessly, as his other finger slid into me. “Sensitive.”
“Och, aye, ‘tis,” he chuckled, dragging that finger out. When he pushed it in again, a second joined it, and I was stretched wider than I had been before. “Ye like the pressure on it.”
I did, but only because that was the easiest way for me to come. When he lowered his mouth and flicked the pearl with the tip of his tongue, I twitched and whimpered in desperation, and I swear I heard him chuckle.
What followed was the most delicious torture. He teased the pearl of my pleasure with gentle brushes, quick licks, and pressure with his tongue as he slid his fingers in and out of me. My legs fell open around his shoulders, and when I looked down, his mouth and jaw were shiny with my dew.
At first, I couldn’t imagine taking anything larger than my own fingers, but as my second climax drew closer, I realized he had three of his thick fingers inside me, and was stroking me slowly, torturously.
Then he tipped his head back, that green spark in his eyes, and held my gaze. “Come for me, Mate,” he commanded, in a voice so deep it reached into my chest andsqueezed.
Still holding my gaze, he slowly pushed a fourth finger inside me, causing me to gasp and momentarily clench. But he leaned forward andflicked his tongue across my pearl once more, and I was lost. I whimpered and rocked my hips forward, sending him even deeper, and his fingers curled, catching that spot deep within me I could rarely reach.
Gasping, I exploded as he watched.
I wanted to close my eyes, to allow the waves of pleasure to crash over me, to focus on those sensations.
But I couldn’t seem to manage to look away. I needed him, and I needed his gaze as well.
He nodded approvingly as I pressed my lips together, trying to hold in the cry of pleasure. His lips and jaw glistened in the firelight, evidence of what he’d done to me.
For me.
I climaxed, caught helpless in his gaze.
After, my muscles were weak, and I slowly released my hold on his hair, not realizing how hard I had been pulling it. I winced apologetically, but before I could speak, Drakolt rested back on his heels.
“Remarkable.”
That was all he said, and for the first time, Ifeltremarkable.
His fingers slid from me and he lifted them between us. I could see my dew glistening on his green skin,tinged pink with my virgin’s blood. I had been untouched by a male until tonight.
And I could not regret it.
