Page 84 of The Orc's Thief
He shakes his head, and a strand of his long, damp hair slides forward, obscuring his face. “No, with you so impatient, urging me on. I thought I’d be the one to beg.”
Something about his words has me pulling back from the kiss. I cup his cheeks, staring up at him intently. “Arlon, I want this. I want you.”
“You’re not just using me for my warmth?”
The words are teasing, but there’s a hint of worry in his gaze. It’s so unexpected that my breath stalls. He’s worried he might be coaxing me into this. Or that I’m doing this for all the wrong reasons.
Taking a step back, I lower my hands to the drawstring of my underwear and tug. Arlon’s eyes flare wide, and he opens his mouth as if to say something, but I hook my thumbs in the linen hem and push that last piece of clothing down my legs.
As I step back into his arms, I whisper, “I’m not lying to you. Touch me and see for yourself.”
He draws in a sharp inhale, his nostrils flaring, then slowly reaches down between my legs. His fingertips brush the softness of my inner thigh. He slides his hand up, and when he reaches my slick, warm pussy, his lashes flutter, and he lets out a low groan.
“Is that for me, love?” He lowers his head to brush his lips over my temple. His tusks press against my skin, cool and smooth. “Did thinking of me get you this wet?”
I nod, then brush a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. “I thought of why we need the tea.”
Arlon’s groan reverberates around the room. He slides his fingers inside me slowly, and I part my legs a little more, allowing him access.
“You want my knot, then?” he rasps, palming my ass with his other hand. “And my cum?”
I pluck at the laces at the front of his leather pants. “I want all of you.”
Arlon’s gaze flares with heat, the only warning I get before he moves, half tackling me to land on our makeshift bed. He rolls so I land on top of him, my naked thighs straddling his hips. I laugh, and he stops to stare at me, then returns my grin and pulls me down for a deep, carnal kiss. His fingers tangle in my hair as he holds me right where he wants me, even though I’m on top.
But when I go to finally undo the laces of his pants, he stops me.
“Not yet,” he admonishes. “You’re not ready for me.”
I gasp in outrage. “You did just feel how wet I am, yes?”
“Aye, but two of my fingers aren’t as thick as my cock,” he explains with a grin.
I have to admit he’s right. I’ve held his cock in my hand. It’ll be a challenge to take all of him.
“All right.” I settle myself on top of his hips and brace my hands on his broad chest. “What do you propose we do about it?”
Arlon slides his hands up my thighs and moves me so my pearl slides over the hard ridge in his pants. “I’ll make you come, of course. Stretch out your pussy and prepare you so you’ll be able to take all of me.”
The crude words have more wetness gathering between my legs. “You’ve given this some thought.”
He reaches forward, running his fingertips over my core. “I told you I have. Now, I want you to tell me what feels good.”
With deliberate slowness, he pushes two fingers inside me, then out again, and finds a steady rhythm. I tilt my hips a little, finding the exact right angle.
“There,” I gasp as he hits the spot inside me that sends tingles through my veins. “This is good.”
His eyes narrow. “Right here? I feel it. It’s a little different than the rest of you.”
I suck in a breath as he touches it again. “I know. That, and my pearl, and you’ll have—ohh—you’ll have?—”
“Mm?” He grins, a sharp, feral smile. “Are you all right, love?”
I lean down and lick the pointed tip of his ear, knowing it’s his weak spot.
He groans and rocks his hips up. “Wicked human,” he rumbles. “So careless to tease me when I’ve got you at my mercy.”
His words send a shiver through me, and when he adds another finger on the next push into me, I can’t hold back a moan of pleasure.
