Page 30 of Orc's Possession
We’re still in the dark, but I long to see the expression on her face, to know if she offers her hand with confidence. Her scent no longer holds the bitterness of fear, but she is like a skittish gorja, one not destined to go into battle.
I stretch my arm out over the bed. “Find my hand, female. You do not need to see. Listen to my voice, to what I’m saying.”
A moment later, soft skin tentatively touches my arm. Likeheat lightning stretching across the sunja plains on Orcos, her touch sends a spark through me. Despite my cock throbbing in anticipation, I don’t act on my need to lay her under me and sink into her warm heat.
I need to earn her respect, or she will never accept me as her grak or her mate.
Her fingertips explore up and down my hand, moving over each finger, my palm, and my knuckles. “You’re so warm,” she says. “I guess that’s why you live in caves.”
“The caves maintain a constant temperature that suits us. And they are easily defended.”
“Everything you do seems to be very strategic. Except one.”
“What would that be?”
“Taking me. Your people don’t want me here, Grak.”
“Iwant you here, Paloma.” Vekk, her name comes to me too easily. And I know why. Her touch. Even as her fingers move higher up my arm, learning the contours of my muscles, my body is becoming more attuned to her. My cock, already rock hard, presses against my trou.
I step back and remove them.
“Grak?” Her voice shakes with uncertainty when I pull away.
“I am here. Sit on the bed, female.”
“Why?”
“You touched me. Now it is my turn.”
“You’re only going to touch me, right? Nothing more?”
“I will not mate you tonight.”
The wood bed frame creaks slightly as she moves to the edge. I press down on her shoulders until she’s flat on her back. When I place my hand on her thigh, she gasps, but doesn’t move away.
“Open your legs,” I order.
To my surprise, she spreads her legs. Next time, I will watch her face, memorize every reaction so I learn what she likes and doesn’t like. For now, I have another goal in mind.
My hand glides along soft skin to the juncture of her legs. Thespot I was denied full access to atop my gorja. Two fingers skim over a soft patch of hair near her sex. Female orcs lack hair there. Humans do not generate as much heat as orcs so the extra hair makes sense.
As I slip a finger into her folds, she jerks, but doesn’t pull away, leaving me to discover the slick I’ve dreamed of exploring. I lick my finger, and nearly spill my seed right there on the floor.
This time, I part her folds and hold them open. I’m rewarded with an intoxicating scent. I have waited long enough. I will not sleep without taking something of this female tonight.
I press the flat part of my tongue against her flesh, moving through every fold of her slick, tasting every inch of her.
“I said nothing more than basic touching, you bastard!” Her legs flail to kick me away, but I hold them down, even as her nails—blunt, flimsy objects that don’t even scratch my thick hide—dig into my shoulders.
“I mean only to taste you, female.”
Her fingers still. “Promise me you won’t… mate me, Atox.”
The shaking of her voice unsettles me in a way I do not understand. “I vow only to give you pleasure this night.”
Her hands slide away from me as she lies back on the bed. Careful not to bruise my female, I press my arms against her thighs, keeping her open to me while I lick every part of her until I find that special spot. The nub at the top.
I swirl my tongue around it until I hear her moan and her hands move to my head. Her fingers sink into my hair, pulling, though without her earlier anger. My female will learn not to fear me, the dark, or anything else on this world. She is orc now, and it is my job to train her in our ways, to help her become a part of who we are.
