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“You’ll just find another way to punish me if I mess up. That’s a big problem, Atox, since I won’t always know when I’m messing up until it’s too late. Our cultures are different. Even with the best intent, I will break a rule or tradition at some point. It’s inevitable.”
He thinks about it. “I will never harm you. You are mine to protect.”
“It was my father’s job to protect me, too. Then he sold and struck me.” But he never truly cared for me, and Atox is trying to find a middle ground with me. “I won’t learn from pain,” I add, to make my position clear.
“My lessons will teach, not punish.” His hands cup my ass cheeks and just when I think he’s going to continue rubbing that soothing gel on me, he pulls me in tight against him so that his head is level with my breasts.
Starting at the top of my tunic, he cuts down the center, baring my breasts. My nipples harden as he peels back the leather and the cool air strikes my flesh. Atox runs a tusk over a hardpeak and my entire body shivers with a need that mystifies me. I don’t want to think about right or wrong, or even what tomorrow brings. Only the here and now, and the orc who has a way of making me melt under his ministrations. I arch my back, wanting more of this male’s touch. The orc whospankedme.
As his tusk continues teasing my nipple, one of his hands caresses the skin of my inner thighs. “Suck on me,” I beg, caving to his touch.
His finger slides through my pussy, rubbing and stimulating me until I’m so wet and needy I rock my hips. As his mouth latches onto my nipple, his finger breaches my core. One finger thrusts deep while the rest of his hand grips my pussy in a move that says I’m his.
“This means nothing,” I pant as his tusk drags across the side of my breast, adding an element of danger that makes me want to submit to him.
He responds by sucking on me harder while pumping inside me and pressing against my clit. The delicious torture doesn’t let up. Every nerve in my body is on fire, ready to explode.
“I can’t.” I force the words past my lips, even as I press my breast against his mouth.
Atox doesn’t give up. Not when he wants something.
He circles, sucks and nips my hard peak, then switches to the other breast… a very effective distraction as he thrusts a second thick finger into me.
My hips rock against his hand, seeking more than two fingers. I want everything he has to give, and nothing at all. This male, this arrogant, bossy orc, has me confused about everything. What my destiny is. Whoheis.
Then I feel it. His cock. Hard and large pressing against my core. Damn, but Iwanthim. Desperately.
His hands cup my no-longer-sore ass as he lifts me and wraps my legs around his back. I cross my ankles behind him while he supports me with his hands.
The broad head of his cock slides through my folds until it’s pressing against my clit.
“Come for me, my female. Come for me.”
This is so wrong, but I don’t care. I deserve a few minutes of heaven after what I’ve been through these past few days.
I search Atox’s eyes, surprised to find a softness there.
“I will not hurt you,” he whispers, a second before he captures my mouth with his.
His tongue dances with mine, as if we are equals. His tusks graze the corners of my mouth, but never hurt me. The intimacy of the kiss, the way he holds me so secure in the air… It’s almost too much, but I know he will never hurt me again.
When he ends the kiss and runs his tongue and tusks over my throat, I lose all control and come. Hard. He’s found my weakness, one I didn’t know I had.
A weakness for Atox.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ATOX IM GRAK
My fingers absentmindedly twirl a knife as I make my way through the tunnels of Mount Racha.
“Grak,” one of the younger warriors greets as he flattens himself against the rock in a tight corridor so I may pass.
I stop and run my eyes over him. He’s not wearing his weapons harness as he should at all times, even in the tunnels. A warrior must always be prepared. I merely grunt and continue down the passage.
My behavior of late makes me question if I’ve lost who I am, if I’ve become weak as a grak. I remained hard all day and night after pleasuring her by the river yesterday and had to find relief with my own hand while she slept.
Instead of taking what is mine, or demanding it, I lay next to a female, one with a sweet wet cunt and an even sweeter mouth that would look glorious wrapped around my cock. Vekk, I used my own hand.
