Page 29 of Marked By the Broken Orc
I reach for his belt because I have to touch him too and see all of him, and this time he doesn’t stop me. The buckle comes free, and I lower the zipper and then he lets me push down his jeans and underwear over his hips and his thick, green erection bounces free. It’s huge and the slit on the crown leaks with pre cum. I reach forward and take him my hand, noting that my fingers don’t reach around the thickness of his shaft. I lick my lips, wanting to see if I can fit that in my mouth.
“No,” he says, lifting me up before I can fully get on my knees. “I want to come for the first time inside of you. We can do all of that later.”
I pout, but then I laugh because his arms go under me, and he tosses me onto the bed as if I’m light as air. Soon his body covers mine and I love how we’re both naked and the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, the horns and tusks above me and way he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, is overwhelming in the best way. I splay my legs so he can easily settle that amazing erection between my thighs.
He reaches down and touches me, entering me with his fingers. “You’re so wet.”
I reach up and cup that strong jaw and gaze into those dark eyes with long, black lashes. “Because of you.”
“I love you,” he says suddenly, the words rough with emotion. “I love your strength and your fire and the way you defend the people you care about. I love that you didn’t give up on me and are not afraid of what I am or what this means.”
My eyes fill with tears. “I love you too. I love how you see me as something worth protecting instead of something that needs to be fixed. I love that you bought this house because you were listening to my dreams. And of course, I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Or orc,” I chuckle.
He kisses me then, deep and thorough.
When he positions himself at my entrance, we’re both trembling. “This is it,” he rasps. “I’m bigger than the typical human but you are wet enough for me.”
“Now,” I order. “I’m ready.”
He enters me slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving my face. There’s a moment of adjustment, a pinch of pain as my body learns to accommodate his size, and then he’s fully seated inside me and we’re both gasping. He’s certainly bigger than anyone before and I had no idea this was something I liked or wanted, but I do.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay. Perfect. Don’t stop, keep going.”
He starts to move above me and it’s everything I dreamed it would be and more. The slide of skin against skin, the way he fills me completely, the small sounds of pleasure he makes when I arch beneath him.
Kavin lifts up and grabs onto the metal bedframe with those muscular arms, almost crushing it with his strength. “Mine,” he growls, his thrusts growing more urgent, his hips pumping in and out. The vision of this powerful orc, with his black horns moving above me and those tusks jutting further than I ever thought possible, causes my body to gush. My juices spread down my thighs. “Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”
We find our rhythm together, bodies moving in perfect synchronization. When he reaches between us to start rubbing at my clit again, another orgasm builds with scary intensity. I thought the one from earlier, in the chair at Heat & Ink was the most erotic moment of my life, but that was nothing compared to this. It crashes through me, rushing across my stomach and down to my toes, causing me to cry out like never before.
He follows me over the edge with a roar that vibrates through his chest and into mine. My new husband stills above me and the warmth of his release fills me, and I wonder if this is the moment that we’ve created our son.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs. He pulls me against his side, and I rest my head on his powerful chest, listening to the gradually slowing beat of his heart.
And as the hint of dawn streams through the curtains of our bedroom, in the house he bought because he was listening to my dreams, I know this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
I tilt my head up to look at him. “Welcome home, husband,” I whisper.
“Welcome home, my bride.”
Epilogue
Kavin
Iwake up on Christmas morning as sunlight streams through the curtains of our bedroom, and for a moment I simply lie still, absorbing the contentment that is my normal state of being.
Mia sleeps beside me, her long brown hair spread across the pillow, one hand resting on her still-flat stomach where I know our son grows. She doesn’t know I can already detect the subtle changes and the additional scent trail that confirms the fact that she carries our son. I suspect she’s waiting to tell me in her own time and make it special, which I am allowing.
Our bedroom, once so sparse with just a bed and two nightstands, now shows evidence of our life together. Her favorite lotions and lip gloss are on her nightstand along with the framed photo from our courthouse wedding last month. The closet is filled with both of our clothes as is the bathroom we share in the hallway. The throw blanket she insisted we needed for “cozy mornings” is draped over the chair in the corner.
I slip carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake her yet. Today is special for more reasons than just today’s human holiday.
Downstairs, our house glows with warm light from the Christmas tree Mia insisted we needed. “Our first Christmas together has to be perfect,” she’d declared, and I’d watched in amazement as she transformed our home into something magical. Garland on the staircase, stockings hung on the mantel, twinkling lights everywhere. I had no idea my bride was so sentimental.
I start the coffee maker and stand at the kitchen window, looking out at our snow-covered yard. The mature oak trees are bare now; their branches etched against the gray December sky. In a few months, they’ll be green again, and by then our son will be showing. The thought makes me smile. I was a solitary orc living in a sterile apartment, focused only on establishing my career as Spokane’s first orc firefighter. I’d convinced myself that professional success would be enough, that I didn’t need the complications of a mate or family.
How wrong I was.
