Page 31 of Running from the Orc
“For that,” Varkaan murmured.
When my breathing returned to normal, and I could focus once more, I saw him smirking.“Whatwas that?”
“That, my pretty little Mate, was for ye.” His hands slid up my sides to cup my breasts. “To prepare ye to take my cock.”
God’s Wounds. As Varkaan rolled my nipples, I moaned and squirmed against his cock, still unable to believe I could take him so deeply. “I am prepared.”
“Ye are.”
And he began to move.
At first, ‘twas slow. He bounced his pelvis up and then down, the movements minute, as his hands continued to enflame my skin. I loved it when he pinched and squeezed my nipples this way, as if he knew they could take his abuse.
Emboldened, I began to rock, forward and backward, sliding my wet lips over his cock, untilhisbreathing began to stutter and his fingers squeezed me harshly.
“Varkaan?” I moaned, my own desperation making it difficult for me to focus.
“Torvor’s Hammer, love, I needye. I need toclaimye.”
Oh, thank God! I leaned forward, bracing my palms against his shoulders, and stared into the green of his eyes.
“Then take me, Mate.”
‘Twas the wordMatewhich triggered my orc. With a muted roar, Varkaan’s hands closed around my hips, his claws springing free just enough to dimple my skin as he planted his feet and began to thrust up into my wetness.
I have no idea how long either of us lasted as I felt yet another climax building. This had naught to do with his pace or my arousal anymore…this was about the connection we shared, and what was possible between us.
Whatwouldbe possible between us, in the years to come.
Varkaan’s hand crept to my core, his knuckles brushing my curls. I lifted my weight on my knees, inviting him in, and as I did, I saw the mark he’d made on my upper thigh.
Where he had claimed me.
Forever.
“Roxanna,” he panted, and I lifted my gaze to his.
His knuckles found my clitoris, and he pinched, giving me the pressure I needed to come.
As my inner muscles spasmed for the third time, my eyes widened and my mouth opened. “Varkaan,” I breathed in wonder, my bliss spilling over me.
He was grinning when he thrust up into me twice, thrice… And with a mighty groan, he spilled deep, deep within me.
I held his gaze, the sensation truly miraculous. His smile widened as he pumped into me, each movement releasing another flood against my womb…and I smiled in return.
God help me, I wanted to smile for the rest of my days. With this male.
Long moments passed before the pair of us sank, sated, together, but we had yet to release one another’s gazes. Panting, I let my head drop now, my hair forming a curtain around us.
“I love you,” I whispered, the only thing I could think to say at that moment.
Varkaan’s arms came around me, and he pressed me against him. This pulled his cock free, and I felt a twinge of sadness as he slid from my body. But then he was rolling, so the cool plaid was at my back and his hard body covered me.
His weight rested on his forearms and I wrapped my arms around his waist as far as I could as his handscupped the top of my head.
“Ye understand what it means to be Mated, Roxanna?” he asked, uncharacteristically serious. “’Tis taken me this long to figure out what these feelings in me meant. I was an idiot for not realizing you were mine—I thought I was protecting ye by leaving. Being away from ye these last days…” He flinched, making a disgusted noise. “I dinnae want to repeat them. But now I ken ye’re my Mate…”
I squeezed him. “There is naught for me in my father’s world. He hoped sending me with my sister would find me a husband, and I could have told him I would do naught the easy way. I found myownhusband, one of my choosing.”
