Page 23 of Promised To the Orc
He kisses me again. “You took my fingers so good. My cock isn’t much wider than that.”
Readjusting himself, he lies low between my thighs. The fat tip of his rod sits at my entrance, but he doesn’t go inside. He strokes the place he’d been loving with his tongue and the shoots of pleasure immediately return.
“Yes, Alta. Fly for me.”
He’s so much bigger than me that his body blankets my head and chest. The feeling of being trapped and protected only heightens the pleasure. He strokes me so fast, and I can’t control it… everything just breaks apart all at once.
Tears flood my eyes, but they’re not sad. It’s as if my entire emotional center has opened up and needs a way out. I’m calling his name again, holding him so tightly as he pushes that massive rod into me. Little by little. My body stretches and burns, but it’s nothing compared to how amazing I feel. His pelvis hits mine and we’re fully connected.
Finally. We’re complete as we were always meant to be.
“Tor,” I sob. “I love you.”
His arm goes around my head, and he holds me against his chest. “My Alta.”
His hips move and his long cock thrusts in and out of me, drumming up yet another round of pleasurable sparks. He flies with me this time, grinding himself into me with a pulsing sensation I feel deep inside my body.
Tor rolls off me and pulls me with, so I’m cradled against his side. I can’t think straight, so I don’t even try. I just breathe with him, cuddled against his warmth. Sometime later, I open my eyes to find the fireplace in the sleeping room is lit and I’m covered with several blankets. Lilygrin is curled at the foot of the bed, purring softly.
He comes into the room, naked, carrying a mug of tea.
My eyes roam his body. I didn’t get the chance to see all of him, and my gods is he incredible.
“Come back to me,” I whisper and pat the bed.
He kneels between my legs and pulls the covers down to bare my breasts. My fingers curl in his long hair as his lips wrap around my nipple and tug. Suddenly, Lilygrin jerks awake and growls. A moment later, there’s an aggressive knock on the front door.
Tor gestures to me to stay where I am, slips into his pants and goes to the door.
“Tor, listen closely.”
I don’t recognize the voice. Holding the blankets to my chest, I sit and try to see who’s at the door without being seen myself. The voice drops too low for me to hear, but the conversation goes on for some time. Finally, Tor speaks in a volume I can understand.
“I need to take Alta to her guards at the castle. I’ll be there in an hour.”
I’m already getting dressed as he shuts the door.
“There’s something I must do. I’ll take you to the care of your guards at the castle.”
He slips into his clothes and boots, then takes me by the shoulders. Something is brewing, and it feels like change is coming.
My lips part to ask, but he presses a finger to my mouth. “I can’t tell you.”
Tipping my forehead to his chest, I simply breathe him in and enjoy the ache our lovemaking caused in my thighs and between my legs. He kisses me on the top of the head, then turns to Lilygrin. He pets her, then gives her something that she takes between her beak before flying out the window. More meat pie, probably.
We don’t speak on the way back to the palace. It will get dark soon and I’m not looking forward to another night spent in the castle.
“Will you come to me tonight?” I take his hand in mine.
“Stay in your rooms until I do.”
The inner courtyard is busy with guests that have arrived for the Great Feast. Another banner hangs at the front gates, announcing our wedding. Tor’s reaction is the same. He whisks me inside and toward my rooms. His urgency is all-consuming, and I hope he’ll come to me later and tell me what’s going on. He creates distance between us when we enter the palace. It feels strange not being next to him, but I don’t argue as we walk the halls towards my room. My guards find us in the hall and follow behind. Tor barely acknowledges me as he leads me to my door, then turns to go.
Frowning, I reach for him and barely snag his sleeve. “Tor?”
“Stay here.”
Unease grows in my belly as I watch him go.
