Page 29 of Bread with the Orc
As I lay there on top of him, Dorvak’s fingers skimmed up my back, then down my arms and side. “I want to keep you here,” he murmured. “Keep my seed inside you.”
The better to conceive, I guess.
How had it come to this? Only a few short weeks ago, this male hadn’t known me. Now I was trying to have a baby with him?
Well, why not? I’d always wanted a child, and Dorvak was going to make the conception a hell of a good time, right? Maybe I was just addicted to the pleasure he brought me, or maybe I was an idiot. All I knew was that I wanted to stay right here, his cock filling me, holding his cum inside me.
Except…his hands hadn’t stopped caressing me. His light touches were driving me mad, causing me to squirm against him. And every time I did, every time I moved on top of that thick, hard, cock, another shock of pleasure darted through me.
It was as if he was purposefully teasing me.
Dorvak’s hands didn’t stop their gentle exploration, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that had me squirming and arching against him. Each subtle movement sent ripples of pleasure through me. The ridges along his hard length added a layer of sensation that was both exquisite and maddening.
“You’re so sensitive,dkaar,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. “I love watching you respond to my touch.”
His hands roamed over my body, his fingertips light and teasing, skimming over my hips, my thighs, anything he could reach with me spread across him like this. I could feel the pleasure building again, a slow, steady climb that had me gasping and writhing on top of him.
The way he touched me, so soft and gentle, was in stark contrast to the primal way he’d taken me earlier. It was a heady combination that had my senses reeling.
“Dorvak,” I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good, Mate,” he replied, his breath teasing my hair. “I want to watch you come undone again. I want to feel you milk my cock one more time.”
His hands slid down to my ass, cupping and squeezing, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheeks. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core. I began to rock against him, my hips moving in a slow,sensuous rhythm. Each movement sent his cock deeper, the ridges rubbing against my inner walls in a way that drove me mad.
He murmured soft words of encouragement, sometimes in a language I didn’t understand, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me. “That’s it, Laney. Ride me, take what you need. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
I could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure cresting like a wave about to crash. And then, Dorvak’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the seam of my ass. I gasped, the sensation wild and unfamiliar. When his claw pressed gently against the puckered hole, the wickedness of it all sent me over the edge.
“Dorvak!” I screamed, planting my palms on his chest and arching atop his cock, one more orgasm sending me careening into the void.
My inner muscles spasmed, milking him, milking his cock, drawing more of his cum deeper in me. Iknewthis had to be part of the breeding ritual, but myGodwas I addicted to the way Dorvak made me feel.
At long last, I collapsed, completely wrung out, against his chest.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “That’s my good girl. My Mate.”
“Mate,” I whispered sleepily.
He shifted beneath me as his cock slowly softened and slid from my sopping core. I needed to find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up. I would, I swear. I just needed to close my eyes for a moment…
Chapter Eleven
Dorvak
I am notthe sort of male to hum while I work. Therefore, let it be known that I absolutelywas nothumming as, only a half-hour before closing time, I shaped the last of the shortbread cookies and slid them into the fridge to rest overnight.
But maybe I was…sort of smiling. Sort of! Just a small smile! One no one besides my Mate would recognize.
Yes, my Mate. Laney was the reason for my abhorrently good mood, and I wasn’t even sorry.
In the week since I’d finally claimed her, I suppose our life could only be described as: bliss? That is, were I the sort of male to use words likebliss. But yes, Laney made me feel fucking blissful, and I was getting to the point where I didn’t care who knew it.
“Hey! Go ahead and get your egg whites resting, because tomorrow we’re going to need twice as many macarons!” Laney announced, breezing into my kitchen like a breath of fresh air. She smiled as she stretched up on her toes to kiss me, then wiped flour from my apron absentmindedly. “It was a brilliant idea to test the recipes out on our customers first.”
I rested my butt against the counter and folded my arms in front of my chest. “Which ones are selling the best? The macarons?”
“I think they’re going to be a winner, just because they look so fancy. That doesn’t mean they’re the best.” Smirking, she ticked off her fingers. “The Chai Spice macarons are going the fastest, because people are ordering them in bulk. But the Earl Grey lavender shortbread are getting the best reviews—Itoldyou!”
