Page 29 of Crave
Who was he if he wasn’t merely the small, useless, unwanted twin of the apex?
The question was quieter than an explosion in a vacuum—but rattled him worse.
“Pet me?” He gave her a crooked grin, hiding the fear, the weakness, and the uncertainty.
She let out an orc-worthy growl and grabbed his tusks, one in each of her hands, and anchored him for a ferocious kiss.
The hot press of her mouth and the hotter gust of her breath, inflamed by the dire intoxication of the yezo, swept through him like a refining fire, leaving only one shining truth: He didn’t just want her—he needed her.
And then he was empty of everything except sensation.
Vug, she was all over him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, showing him how to kiss so deep he thought they’d split the last atom of oxygen between them. Her fingers feathered over his antennae, as delicate as distant starshine, and still the jolt would’ve sent him to his knees if he hadn’t already been sprawled on her bottom bunk. Even though he’d meant to hold back his erection again, when she reached down between their tangled bodies, the tenderest part of him was already out, begging for her touch.
Her throaty sound of pleasure as his flesh filled her hand nearly ended him. “All for me?”
“Only you,” he said through gritted teeth, wishing he didn’t sound quite so much like the barely verbal rock. At least romance heroes were allowed to grit.
“Right. Since you haven’t had significant others on theDeepWander.”
That wasn’t the reason, at least not his reason, but for once he didn’t need to explain his lesser status among the orcs. “Maybe I was saving myself for you.”
He meant it to be teasing—or wait, was it the romance females who kept themselves pure?—but this was significant to him.
He angled his hips, stroking himself in her hand. “What doyouwant?”
“All this,” she purred.
With quick hands, he stripped her bare. He’d always felt one step back from her hard eyes and sharp words, but her body was soft and warm, yielding to his when he positioned himself above her. Though her legs were strong, wrapping around his lower body with an insistence that made his heart pound, the flesh of her inner thighs was as giving as the cushions that orcs favored. Evolving in caverns and living on a utilitarian space mining vessel gave one a longing for a gentle place.
He yanked himself up harshly. Kinsley wasn’t a gentle place to rest his…anything.
Clasping both her wrists in one of his hands, he stretched her arms above her head. She arched up into him, her breasts so plush except for the hard points of her nipples. Her smoky eyes glittered.
Hard and soft, wary but welcoming. If she could be all those things, he didn’t have to be just theDeepWander’s unwanted one. He could be…whatever came next.
Hewould be coming next, if she didn’t slow the sultry caresses. “May I sonoscry you?”
“Do,” she said. “And may I fuck you?”
“Do.” He barely got the syllable out before she was easing him into her.
He groaned, his whole body going hard, and her eyes flared wide.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “That’s perfect.”
He had never been perfect before.
Slowly, he began to move, relevant portions of his romance research flashing before his eyes. Which only made him harder.
“Sil,” she moaned.
Each gasp and slide tightened the pulse between them, his sonoscry resonating through her, returning to him like a dream barely remembered—or a promise urging him onward. He pushed harder, faster, and when he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on tight, even tighter than when they’d launched out the airlock into space.
His own heart beat with equal exhilaration, every muscle rocked with the echoed sensation of her approaching orgasm—a collision course that might end him. Deeper, his ichor pulsed and burned, as if it would ignite, destroying him before he could reach for his own pleasure.
“Shh.” Kinsley clamped her hands on his backside, easing him away, and he realized he’d been panting and growling like an orc who’d never left the caves. “Take it slow, mister. We’ve got all night.”
Before he could protest, she lifted her hips again, clenching around him. He groaned. “Kinsley.” The threatening overwhelm of her impending release, reverberating through him, was going to pull him over the edge, his body flying apart with shattering pleasure, nothing left to hold him together.
