Page 40 of Wagered to the Orc
My wee human didn’t give me the opportunity.
Before I realized what she was doing, Effie had pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and was sinking down atop my cock.
Her ecstasy was immediate. Arching her back, she screamed my name as she came, milking the remains of my spend from me while I still held her tits in my palms.
It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to build her climax, and frankly felt a little cheated. But I would have my revenge later, I vowed, smiling up at her as she gyrated atop my cock, prolonging her own pleasure.
Gods below, Ilovedthe way she took her pleasure from me, and I loved the way I could provide it. Iwouldtaste her, investigate this new scent I couldn’t identify.
But later.
Sighing, my Mate collapsed atop me, and I wrapped her in my arms.
“The Clinging Vine,” I murmured, stroking her spine.
She snorted softly, her cheek pillowed on my chest and my cock still buried deep inside her. “I knew I could turn you into a scholar, with the right motivation.”
I hummed. “TheHarlot’s Guideis absolutely the correct motivation.” We’d even come up with a few new positions to name and add to the copy Effie was making for her cousin. “We should study some more.”
With a scoff, my Mate pushed herself upright. “Already, Korvak?” she teased, squeezing her inner muscles around me. “I need some time to recover.”
“Fine,” I groaned almost petulantly, flexing my hips. “But when?”
“Mayhap…” To my surprise, she flushed and glanced down, looking almost…shy? “After my news?”
I pushed myself up on my elbows in concern—which slid my cock from her wet warmth—and my gazedarted across her face. This was no innocent act; my Matewasnervous about telling me something.
“Effie?” I murmured. “What is it? Tell me, lass.”
When she took a deep breath, her breasts bounced in interesting ways, but I was so concerned I barely noticed.
“I think…” She lifted her chin and met my eyes, smiling shyly. “Korvak, I am pregnant.”
I stared.
Pregnant.
My gaze dropped to her tits, which I now recognized as swollen, to her stomach, which showed no trace.
Pregnant.
My Mate carried my kit.
Something wonderful and light filled my chest, and I dragged my gaze back to hers.
“Aye,” I breathed. “Ye are.” This explained the way her scent had changed.
Her shy grin slowly grew. “You…are pleased?”
I gaped. “How could ye doubt it, lass?” I gathered her to me, but more gently this time. “My Mate carries my kit,” I whispered in wonder. “This is…a miracle.”
‘Twas a miracle, for certes. A year ago, I wouldn’t have thought such a thing possible. I’d resigned myself to a life of solitude, doing what I could for the good of the clan. But then, one raid through the stones…one ill-thought-out wager…
And I met my Effie.
Who now draped herself across my chest, her small fingers tracing designs on my skin. “I think I am due in the spring.”
My large palms spread across her back, as if I could keep her safe. “Then we will spend next year in the village, where ye will be surrounded by yer family and other women. We will cross through the stones with Drakolt and ask yer mother to stay with us for the winter.”
