Page 24 of Obeying the Orc
“That’s it, slave. Come on your master’s cock.” He tightened his hold on my hips and thrust faster. And deeper.
The climax stole all my energy, and I slumped limply on the bed after the final vestiges of pleasure faded. My vision darkened and I rested my cheek against the covers and gasped for breath. I already felt thoroughly mastered, and Knot wasn’t quite finished with me yet.
He was close though. I sensed it in the deepening of his growls and the urgency of his thrusts. A few moments later, when he erupted inside me and I felt the warmth of his seed, I couldn’t help but fret over the fact that he couldn’t get me with child. Not right now. Not when all the sirens were given a special tea that prevented pregnancy with breakfast each morning.
I gave my head a slight shake and tried to force myself back into the game we were playing, but it wasn’t easy.
Not when my stupid heart was getting involved.
As though sensing the turn of my mood, Knot withdrew gently from my core and stroked a hand through my hair and down my back. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the chair that rested in the corner. He sat and held me on his lap, peering down at me with affection gleaming in his eyes.
“Are you all right, sweet Natalee? I-I didn’t hurt you, did I? I must confess I was so ravenous for you, that I fear I might’ve temporarily lost my senses.” He cupped my face and kissed me softly on the lips.
My throat burned, but I managed to offer a response. “I am fine, thank you. That was… intense.” Intense was putting it lightly. I still hadn’t caught my breath.
He kissed me again, and then he held me cradled in his arms, the warmth of his body soaking into mine, a protection against the cool breeze that entered through the cracked window. His arms felt like a refuge, and I mused that I could be content to stay here forever just like this.
Later in the night, when he claimed me a second time, he took me slowly and tenderly, drawing the session out as long as possible. He kissed every inch of my body, licked me between my thighs, and brought me to the heights of ecstasy again and again. When he mounted me, he entered my quim with gentle, shallow thrusts, as though he meant to tease me. But I quickly realized he was endeavoring to be careful and sweet, and damn if that didn’t increase the yearning in my heart for the big orc whose lifepath had somehow become entwined with mine.
But for how long? I couldn’t help but wonder.
Was it selfish to want our nights to continue like this in perpetuity… together but not committed within the bounds of marriage?
Was I leading Knot further astray with each passion-fueled night?
“You look worried,” he said as he held me later. We were underneath the covers, our legs tangled, and he was spooning me from behind.
I gave a half-snort. “I’m turned away from you. How can you say I look worried when you can’t glimpse my face?” I sighed and snuggled back against his body, marveling at how warm he was. He was like my own personal woodstove and given the cool nights in Faircross as of late, I wasn’t about to complain.
He stroked my hair and placed a feather-soft kiss behind my ear. “Your body is too tense for my liking, and although I can’t read your thoughts, I can sense the loudness of them. The turmoil you’re experiencing. Talk to me, sweet human. Tell me what troubles you.”
Everything!I wanted to shout, but I held my tongue.
I turned in his arms to face him, and my heart skipped a beat at the immense concern that flickered in his eyes. Concern for me.
Gods, how could I tell him the truth? The truth was frightening, and I didn’t quite know how to handle it myself. Though we hadn’t known one another for long, I feared I was falling in love with him, and I didn’t know how to make it stop. Try as I might, I was unable to turn my feelings off.
In the end, when he eventually answered his calling and took up orating in the temple, would there be anything of me left?
Would I be a shell of my former self… brokenhearted and so very hollow inside, mourning the loss of someone I was never meant to have?
“Natalee,” Knot prompted when I remained silent for too long.
I swallowed hard, past the burning in my throat, and said, “I don’t want to think about what’s troubling me tonight, let alone talk about it.” I ran a hand down his chest and couldn’t help but admire the contours of his sculpted pectoral muscles. “Maybe… maybe you could help distract me.”
His nostrils flared and he sucked in a quick breath as my hand drifted lower, and lower still. “Distract you?” A dark glimmer of mischief entered his eyes, though his expression soon became filled with rapture. Because I’d just taken hold of his rigid cock, and I was now gripping it firmly in my hand.
“Yes, please. Distract me.” I met his eyes.
He drew me closer and kissed me hard.
CHAPTER13
KNOT
I kissedNatalee until we were both breathless and drunk on one another. Judging by the glazed-over look in her eyes, I surmised that I was doing a more than adequate job of distracting her.
Her tiny hand, which was still curled around my cock, gave a firm squeeze that drew a growl from my throat. Ecstasy. Her hand on my shaft was pure ecstasy.
