Page 23 of Bred By the Orc
I’d told myself the night before last was just to prepare her for the ceremony, but this…? Palton’s Spear! My Sorcha wantedme.
That was obvious the way she rocked her hips, sliding my finger in and out of her without any effort on my part. Then, in one sudden movement, she straightened, yanking her chemise over her head until she knelt nude beside me.
She wasmagnificent.
“Are you ready, Drakolt?” She didn’t give me a chance to respond, but threw one leg over my waist and straddled me.
My hands instinctively went to her hips. “Lass, what are ye—”
She planted her small hands on my chest and lifted her weight on her knees, leaning forward so my cock probed at her arse. “Last night…” She rocked backward, so my cock slid along her wet, welcoming cleft, and we both sucked in a gasp. “You told me your plans for me.”
“Aye,” I groaned, unable to look away from the enthralling sight.
“You plan to tup me in front of your clan, to breed me.”
Gods, hearing that sweet mouth use that language made me want to thrust into her. Instead, I flexed my hips, sliding my cock along her wetness again.
“’Tis tradition. Our clan must witness yer breeding, witness me filling yer womb withmy seed, witness me planting a son in yer belly, so they ken I will be a fit Mate for ye.”
She paused, one brow raised. “So ‘tis not so they can judgeme?”
“How could they?” My fingers dug into her hips. “Ye are perfect.”
Sorcha’s smile bloomed and it felt as if the sun had risen. “You told me last night you would prepare me so my first time would not be in front of your clan.” She adjusted, then reached between her legs to grasp my cock. “Well, I need more preparation.”
“Lass,” I growled, long and drawn out, as she positioned my hardness at her entrance.
“I want your cock in me now, Drakolt.”
I could no longer deny us this. She was the one to sink down, slowly, slowly…as she took each inch, I watched her face for signs of pain or discomfort. She was stretched wider than even my fingers had prepared her for, but she wore an expression of wonder.
Then, with a sigh, she was fully seated. She rocked backward, and her eyes flashed wide as her inner muscles spasmed suddenly. “Drakolt!” she gasped as her climax burst over her. Her fingers curled into fists atop my chest, and she jerked a few times, confusion in her gaze.
“Ride it, Sorcha,” I murmured. “That’s a good lass, aye. That is good. Just for ye.”
The bliss eventually faded, of course, and ‘twas the worst kind of torture, to hold myself still as I felt her tight cunny milking me.
“Drakolt,” she finally managed, “What…?”
I grinned tightly. “’Tis a gift from the gods. A way for an orc male to prepare his Mate, ensure ye’re well-lubricated for what’s to come.”
“Blessed virgin,” she whispered, wide-eyed. “An immediate climax? Will it—does that always happen?”
Still smiling, I rocked my hips upward just slightly, showing her how to move now that she was even more ready for me. “Every time, lass.”
“Remarkable,” she gasped, splaying her hands out flat again to push against me and rock. “If more women knew about this…”
I couldn’t contain my chuckle, and her eyes widened. “Do that again.”
I loved her demands. She was definitely the perfect Mate for me, and now I had to convince her.
Sorcha rode me, and gods below, it was the sweetest torture. I slid my palms up her sides, whispering words of encouragementand praise, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until she was wild with need.
“That’s a good lass,” I crooned, my jaw aching from the way I clenched it to maintain control. “Come for me. Come on yer Mate’s cock.”
“Drakolt,” she gasped. “I need you—please!”
“I’m yers,” I vowed. “Forever.”
