Page 26 of Marked By the Broken Orc
“This will hurt,” I warn, retrieving the brand from the fire. The metal glows a perfect cherry-red in the dim light.
“I can take it,” she comments, and there’s that fierce edge to her voice that made me want her in the first place.
I clean the area where the mark will go, my touch gentle on her smooth skin. She shivers slightly but doesn’t pull away. The brand feels heavy in my hand, weighted with significance. “Ready?”
“Do it.”
I press the hot metal to her skin.
She lets out a muffled grunt, her hands gripping the arms of the chair until her knuckles go white. But she doesn’t cry out, doesn’t beg me to stop. My fierce mate takes the pain like the warrior she is.
“Almost done,” I murmur, holding the brand steady for the precise amount of time needed to create a permanent mark.
When I lift it away, a perfect “K” branded into her skin, surrounded by the traditional thorns pattern. The smell of burned flesh should be unpleasant, but instead it makes my cock throb with possessive satisfaction.
I don’t hesitate. I lean down and run my tongue over the fresh burn. The healing properties in my mating saliva activate immediately. The angry red of the burn fades to a deep black mark, already fully healed.
Mia gasps at the sensation, her body relaxing as the pain disappears entirely. “Oh wow,” she breathes. “That’s…that’s incredible.”
I help her sit up so she can see the mark in the mirror I’ve positioned nearby. The “K” stands out bold and unmistakable against her skin, a declaration of ownership that will never fade.“You’re mine now,” I say, unable to keep the possessive growl from my voice. “Officially and permanently mine.”
She reaches back to touch the mark, running her fingers over the raised skin. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” I’m rock-hard, watching her examine my claim on her body. “And I need to taste more of you.”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Yes.” And then my bride pushes down her jeans and that sexy underwear the rest of the way, kicking them both aside and allowing me to see the glory of her hips, her hairy mound and those shapely legs entirely naked.
How did I get so lucky?
I guide her so she can lay back on the chair, positioning her so I have access to what I need. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils as I kneel between her spread thighs, and I have to grip the chair arms to steady myself.
This is my first time seeing a human female this intimately, and the sight before me is more erotic than anything I could have imagined. She’s soaking wet, her pink folds glistening in the low light. The neat triangle of dark hair between her legs makes me want to bury my face there and never resurface. “You’re perfect,” I growl, running my hands up her tight, muscular thighs. I lean forward and inhale deeply, letting her intoxicating scent flood my senses. My shaft leaks in my jeans as I place my first tentative lick along her slit.
She tastes even better than she smells.
“Oh, Kavin,” my female moans, moving her hips closer to my face. Her hands immediately tangle in my hair, her breathing already becoming ragged. “I’ve wanted this since the moment we met.”
I smile at her admission, and then I lick her again, taking my time to make sure this is good for my bride. I’ve never done this before in my life, but I’ve studied so I would be ready to pleasure a female. Even though I vowed I’d never take a mate, a partof me must’ve known I was lying to myself. I explore with my tongue, learning how my new home feels. I find the swollen nub at the top of her folds and concentrate my attention there, using the tip of my tongue in small, precise circles, making sure to lick and suck just as I learn she likes. Soon, her hips buck against my mouth, and she lets out another moan that makes my tusks throb.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.” Her hands wrap around both of my horns, holding on tight, pulling me closer.
I don’t stop. I lick and suck at her clit faster, in that spot she said was perfect for her, occasionally dipping lower to taste her juices directly from the source. She grows wetter under my attention, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.
“Kavin,” she pants. “I’m going to—” Mia comes with a strangled cry, her body arching off the chair as waves of pleasure crash through her. I keep licking, drawing out every last tremor until she finally goes limp. “Oh wow,” she breathes. “That was incredible.”
I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock remains painfully hard, straining against my zipper, but seeing her come apart under my tongue was worth the discomfort.
She sits up, slides down and starts to reach for my belt buckle. “Your turn.”
I catch her hands. “Not here.”
“Why not?” Her voice is still husky from her orgasm.
“Because I’m a virgin,” I remind her. “When we make love for the first time, I want it to be somewhere special. Not in Talon’s shop.”
Her eyes soften. “Where then?”
I stand and help her to her feet, handing her clothes back to her. “Home.”
