Page 67 of My Orc Contract Husband
She responded to the warning in my tone by wriggling her hips, and myKteerhowled totake claim own love claim!
My Mate, my wife…she merely grinned in challenge. “Shut The Fuck Up And Come On This Dick Like A Dirty Little Slut.”
Gods below.
I stared down at her, hardly able to believe the way such a command from such perfect little lips, could cause my cock to throb in such need. “Dirty little slut?” I choked.
And Sami, holding my gaze, nodded solemnly. “Only for you, Tarkhan.”
With a growl, I lifted her, tossing her over my shoulder and ignoring her surprised squeal. As I strode out, I called out, “Back in an hour, Harper! I’m taking my Mate for a little ride.”
“A ride, hmm?” Sami managed.
And when we reached the door, we were both laughing.
Epilogue
Sami
Even after a year of marriage,Tarkhan still managed to surprise me.
This morning I thought we were just going to have a relaxing shower together, which I’d been excited about because I loved the way he massaged my scalp when he shampooed my hair. But the way he’d gone down on me as the water splayed across his back? Yes please.
But then, he’d turned me around, planted my hands around the grip bar, and slid into me from behind. My orgasm was immediate, and I rode his cock, my cries echoing around the shower as he began to move.
I loved the way he held my breasts, squeezing and pulling at the nipples, holding me almost off the tiled floor as he slammed into me. I felt stretched, pinned,adored.
Thanks to a year’s worth of experience, he knewexactlyhow to make me come, and I was ready long before he was, squeezing his cock in desperation. Tarkhan reached down, playing with my clitoris, sending me shooting over the edge of oblivion once more.
It wasn’t until he let me slide back down to support myself on shaking legs that I could feel the drip of his come down my aching thighs, and I smiled as I tipped my head back against his chest.
“Happy anniversary,dkaar,” he murmured.
Oh hell yes.
In the last year, we’d grown—not just as individuals, but as a couple—and he’d been right about the Mating Bond. I still don’t know if us being married first had affected the bond, but it was amazing how well I knew and understood Tarkhan now. We knew each other’s bodies, we knew where each other were, and sometimes we could even feel each other’s emotions.
It waswild.
Sometimes Riven and I got together for girls’ night and ended up pausing the movie and just talking about how lucky we were that we’d found such amazing Mates. I would have never imagined either of us could be this fulfilled.
When Tarkhan bundled me up in the big fluffy bath towel, I sighed in happiness, even when he plopped me in the middle of the bedroom and smacked my ass lightly.
“Get dressed, I’ll make breakfast. I have something for you.”
Briefly, I wondered if I could get away with putting on one of my favorite acronym shirts. It would almost certainly result in Tarkhan carrying me back to the bedroom and calling me his good little slut as I came on his cock…but today was a workday, and I had a showing in—I checked the clock—seventy-five minutes.
Sighing, I pulled out my favorite business skirt and a pretty green blouse Tarkhan told me matched my eyes.
I was pinning on my earrings when I joined him in the kitchen, where he was making sausage to go with the dozen-egg-and-spinach omelet he preferred. I’d often teased him that we needed my inheritance just to keep up with his grocery bills, but the truth was, we did perfectly fine. Real estate was booming on Eastshore, especially since the new condos opened, and Tarkhan’s talent was in high demand as a handyman on the island.
We were more than comfortable, and his workshop out back saw plenty of traffic. He’d already begun on our addition, but I told him not to rush, because I wasn’t looking forward to him having to knock out the living room wall just to add a few more bedrooms. Not if we didn’t need them yet.
“So, about that surprise?” I prompted as he slid a small section of eggs and sausage onto my plate.
To my surprise, my Mate flushed slightly as he sat across from me. “It’s not a surprise, really. Just something I wanted to talk to you about.”
I watched him pull a folded piece of paper—no, a bunch of papers—from his back pocket and raised my brow at him.
