Page 29 of Bred By the Orc
His thick cock jutted proudly from its nest of dark curls, and the scars on his chest seemed more prominent. Both evidence of his prowess. And his eyes glowed withneed.
When his nostrils flared, I knew he could scent my arousal, so I lifted my arms to him, palms out, trying to gather him to me.
“Come to me, Drakolt,” I commanded.
He obeyed.
Drakolt
Gods below, I could not be more proud of this female, my Mate.
The Mate the gods themselves had chosen for me.
Just knowing what was coming, myKteerhad been buzzing for hours. It had been difficult to accomplish the day-to-day tasks with a tremendous erection, and I wasn’t certain how much I’d managed.
But now…
Now, everything myKteerhad been waiting on was here. Sorcha was on display for me, beckoning me into her arms, and I was ready to seal our future in front of our clan.
On display. No’ just for ye, but for everyone.
I pushed the thought aside and focused on the small smile on her lips, the way her eyes begged for me as I bounded up onto the dais. The clan continued to cheer as I draped the tartan around my naked backside, and when I reached her?
I gave them something to cheer about.
I cupped the back of Sorcha’s neck and tipped her head back so I could lower my lips to hers.
I could say I claimed her, but in reality, this female had claimedme long ago.
My Mate responded eagerly to my touch, which just made myKteercrow louder. Her tongue tangled with mine the way she’d shown me she liked, and I vowed to spend the rest of my life pleasing her.
I brushed my free hand over her shoulder, delighting at the way she shivered and surged up on her toes to reach me. My touch dragged down her arm, then moved to her bare side and across her stomach. This wasn’t the first time we’d stood naked together in the warm night air, but now all eyes were on me.
Somewhere deep inside me, myKteergrowled at that thought, momentarily distracting me. Was I not pleased with the situation? To be claiming my Mate in front of my clan?
Sorcha whimpered when my touch moved to her breast, and I squeezed and rolled and caressed the way she liked. Her weight pressed against me as if her knees had gone weak, and I slowly moved her back to rest on the makeshift bed arranged for her public breeding.
The position must have surprised her, because she pulled away from my lips with a gasp.
“What is it?” I murmured.
I saw her throat work as she swallowed, but she held my gaze. “What you are about to do…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I was not sure I was ready.”
And now?
Without thinking, I reached down and cupped her mound, my fingers moving between her thighs in a crude semblance of claiming. Behind me, the clan roared their approval, but I had eyes only for my Mate.
“You are wet,” I announced proudly.
Was it my imagination, or did she roll her eyes slightly? “Of course I am wet. What you are doing to me? I will be dead afore this ceases to make me wet.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. There on the dais, in front of our people, on what would be the most important night of my life, I laughed, and I saw her expression ease into a small smile.
Sorcha reached her arms around my shoulders, pulling me toward her. I went willingly, our movements smooth and coordinated. When I entered her, ‘twas as if we had planned it this way.
And as always, her pleasure immediately burst over her.
“Drakolt!” she gasped loudly, loudly enough for our audience to hear her.
