Page 30 of Bred By the Orc
I grinned proudly as she writhed around my cock, her inner muscles spasming in rhythm, each shudder serving its purpose to make hermore ready for me.
And our people knew it.
They roared their approval, calling lewd suggestions and crude encouragement.
Mayhap I should not have allowed quite so many barrels of ale tapped.
Because while I was proud of my Mate and what we shared, myKteergrowled at the thought of so many eyes on this special moment.
With a sigh, Sorcha released my shoulders and dropped back to the makeshift bed. Her pale skin was flushed, her eyes bright with desire. She lay there nude, legs spread, my cock buried in her dripping cunny, her fingertips dragging across her bare breasts as if teasing herself.
“Drakolt,” she whispered gently, wriggling against me. “I am ready.”
But was I?
My cock was throbbing, beyond ready to claim her. To finally spill inside her, to breed her, to plant my seed in her and fill her belly andmake her mine.
But myKteerhated the thought of sharing that with so many.
“Drakolt,” she prompted, rocking her hips back so I slid from her without moving, then forward once more to claim all of my cock. “Please?”
She wanted this.
Nay, she wants ye. She’s never liked the thought of being on display like this.
I began to move, small thrusts. My mind was almost completely consumed by need, but a small part of me listened to the crude things being yelled and wondered what my Mate thought.
Sorcha stared up at me as if I was her entire world, and I realized at that moment that Iwas. In the future, she would help lead our people, she would be the example and the grace and the strength we needed…but for now, she was trying her best to block out the knowledge we were being watched.
We were being watched during what would be the most important moment of my life.
I thrust into Sorcha, each plunge bringing me closer and closer to the moment I’d anticipated since Gelma had read the signs and announced my future.
The chief belongs to his clan. My father had told me that when I was a kit.
Butthis? This moment? This belonged to me. To my Mate and to me. I didn’t need to share this with the clan, even if I was their chief.
Sorcha was spread beneath me, gaze locked trustingly on mine. With one hand, she cupped her own tit, obviously trying to recreate my touch. Her other snaked down her belly to rest against hermound, using her fingertips to tease the little pearl of her pleasure, the way I knew she liked.
‘Twas the most arousing thing I’d ever seen, this female taking her pleasure so willingly from my own body.
As my thrusts quickened, my focus narrowed to this female, these sensations. The cheers faded, and I could no longer feel their stares on my back. My Mate, squeezing me with her most intimate muscles, was all who mattered.
My Mate, and this moment.
With a growl, I realized the truth: I didn’t want to share her, even with my clan.
Without slowing my plunges, I ripped the plaid from my hips and raised it to my shoulders. Holding the edge, I fell forward, bracing my palms on either side of Sorcha’s shoulders, creating a tent with my body and the plaid.
Covering her.
Protecting her.
And judging from the way she smiled up at me, Sorcha realized it.
“Drakolt,” she whispered. “Come with me, my Mate.”
Mate.
