Page 24 of Orc's Claim
Sex doesn’t frighten me, not with Ryko. My entire body comes alive when he’s near. But disappointing him terrifies me. I don’t want to lose him.
“I will not take you yet,” he says.
My hope falls, but then I realize we’re in the middle of the woods. “I guess this isn’t the best time or place.”
Another growl escapes his lips. “First, you must trust me.”
“I do!”
“No, you don’t. I see hesitation in you, my little human, because of this other male.”
“You have it backwards, Ryko. I trust you. I don’t… I don’t trust myself.”
His ridges rise. “That is worse.”
“I’m afraid my past will come between us.” It already has, which is why I need to do something and fast, before I lose Ryko. “I’d like to…” I let my hand travel down his front, over his loin cloth, speaking for me. Once I show him I’m ready, he can take over.
To my surprise, he’s already hard. But he’s not making a move toward me.
That shatters my self-confidence all over again. “It’s okay if you don’t want me,” I say to save us both any embarrassment.
He grips my chin and holds me firm as dark green eyes burrow into mine. “I’d like nothing more than to strip you bare and sink into your sweet flesh.”
“Then why are you pushing me away?”
He releases me and steps back. “You are not ready.”
“I am,” I insist, even though I’m shaking.
“Show me. Take control of the situation.”
Be orc. Those are the underlying words I hear.
He’s right. I need to assert myself, overcome the residual fears from that night.
Keeping my eyes on Ryko’s face, I untie the knots of his loin cloth, my fingers shaking so badly it takes longer than it should, but finally, the leather falls to the ground.
And I stand there, as still as the trees surrounding us.
“Look at me, female,” he commands. “Take control not only of me, but the fear inside you.”
“And then?” I ask, because I’m overwhelmed.
“Decide what you need and take it.”
What I need? I need you.But I don’t voice that thought.
Instead, I slide down his body, running my hand over hard muscles shaping incredibly thick thighs. When my knees settle in the dirt and I line my lips up with his cock, Ryko lifts me off my knees.
“Why are you stopping me? Don’t you want?—”
He places a finger over my lips, quieting me. “I promised to protect you.” He smooths out the loincloth on the ground in front of him. “The ground here is too rough for your delicate skin.”
“How very gentlemanly of you,” I joke, trying to contain my urge to laugh as I kneel on the leather loincloth. Oh, thatisbetter.
“I’m not sure what to do,” I confess.
“Follow your heart, my little human.” His cock bobs before my face but doesn’t touch me. The first move is mine.
