Page 22 of Bred By the Orc
I shrugged lightly. “That is because in your world, husbands and wives are contracted. You were being sent to marry a male of yer father’s choosing, aye? A male ye didnae ken. His nature was a mystery to ye, and still ye would marry him.”
“Aye,” she agreed slowly, frowning at the flames. “But then you took me. I knew naught of you or your nature.”
“But you and I areMated,” I said gently. “That is different than marriage. This is aknowing, deeper and stronger than anything signed on paper.”
She turned to study my face, gaze flickering over me as if looking for the lie. “A knowing? How could you know such a thing afteronly a few days?”
“Och, Sorcha,” I murmured, wrapping her in my arms and tucking her head beneath my chin. “I kenned ye were mine the moment ye placed yer hand in mine. Nay, I felt the tug even afore then. I set eyes on ye and kenned Gelma was right; ye were my Mate, and I’d spend the rest of my days proving myself worthy.”
Her breath had caught and I felt her small fingertips resting against my chest. “Is that…is that why last night, you…?”
I smiled in the darkness. “I loved ye last night, lass, because ‘tis what ye needed.”
Just having her in my arms like this was making my cock ache, but I shifted so she wouldn’t notice.
“And tonight?” she whispered.
“Tonight ye are recovering.” I brushed one of the promised kisses on her hair. “Tomorrow, mayhap I’ll teach ye more.”
She was quiet for a long moment, then she said, “MayhapIwill teachyouabout pleasure, Drakolt.”
“That is my job, little Mate.”
Sorcha hummed softly. “I suppose we will have the chance to learn together.”
And hearing her planning for a future with me—even such a simple claim—filled me with joy.
But that joy wasnaughtcompared to waking up the following morning with her lips on my skin.
Had I thought the ultimate pleasure was to wake with her in my arms? Nay, the ultimate pleasure was the way her fingers wrapped around my cock. I groaned, “What are ye doing?” as I pushed myself up on my elbows.
My pretty little Mate was on her knees at my side, pulling my kilt up. “Hush,” she commanded without looking at me. “I am exploring.”
Torvor’s Hammer, I couldn’t stop her even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t.
With another groan, I flopped back onto the ground, throwing my forearm over my eyes and praying I’d last as she stroked me.
I felt my belt give way, felt Sorcha pull away the wool until I was bared to the summer morning. I wriggled to get the plaid beneath me, cushioning us both. And then she leaned forward andlickedme.
I’d been wrong.
The ultimate pleasure wasn’t waking with her in my arms, or waking with her stroking my cock, but having hertasting me.
“Lass,” I groaned helplessly, digging my claws into the plaid to keep from reaching for herhead. “Have pity.”
“Nay,” she announced pertly, lips against my skin. “I am curious about my new life, and this is the best way to learn, after all. Why does your cock taste spicy?”
Oh gods. She was so delicious when she got commanding like this. “I dinnae ken,” I gasped, fighting for control. “What do human males taste like?”
“I do not know,” she announced primly, shifting closer so her arse went higher in the air. “I have dreamed of this act, you know. ‘Tis calledThe Supplicant Swan.But I have never experienced it.”
Oh gods, oh gods. She’ddreamedof sucking cock? Could this Mate of mine be anymore perfect? She had names assigned to sexual positions, even as a virgin?
Unable to stop myself, I reached for her, sliding my hand up her thigh under her chemise, until I could cup her weeping cunny. As I’d scented, she was just as aroused by this act as I was, and when she took my cock head into her mouth once more, I slid my thick finger along her cleft.
She was ready for me.
She wasclearlyready for me.
