Page 50 of Pursued By the Orc

Page List

Font Size:

She giggled, reaching out to my hands and taking them in hers before placing them against on her waist. “I’m sturdier than you think I am.”

Fuck me.

I wanted to test her sturdiness more than I wanted to live, but I also had to be sure that this was whatshewanted too. Yes, she was grateful to me. But was that why we were here? Was that why she was letting me touch her? Kiss her?

My lips parted to ask her all of that but I couldn’t get it out. I didn’t know if I could face the answer if she said that she was only doing this as thanks. If shedidn’tfeel anything for me.

I waited too long. Because her lips met mine again, this time harder, surer.

“I want you,” she gasped, andthatwas what I needed to hear.

I took her lips, this time in a raw kiss that told her justhow muchI wantedher. I parted her lips with my tongue, sweeping inside with as much skill as I could muster. My brain was malfunctioning though. It wantedmore. It wasdemandingmore.

When her soft tongue met mine, it was all over for me. I pushed her down onto the sofa with ease. She gasped, adjusting herself so that she had a leg wrapped around me. I lay myself down over her, ensuring that I wasn’t crushing her under me.

I didn’t need to worry though. She pulled me harder against her, adjusting herself so her sweet pussy was rubbing against my aching cock in my pants.

You’re on your brother’s sofa.

My brain was screaming at me, but with her tongue soft against mine and her body pliant under me, I wasn’t really in the headspace for rational thinking. Still, the thought of anyone walking in and seeing her like this made the warrior inside of me roar for blood.

“Please,” she whimpered, tugging at my jacket, and I’d had enough.

With monumental effort, I pried myself from her, standing above her and staring down at the luscious meal she wouldmake.

CHAPTER 33

Emma

Istared up at the male above me, knowing that the image he made would be seared into my mind for the rest of my life. My sweet, gentle male had transformed into a beast.

His chest heaved with heavy breaths, his eyes were black with lust, dragging down my body and the muscles of his arms and shoulders strained against the seams of his suit. His hair was mussed from my hands, giving him a rakish look and his fingers were curled in a way that told me he was going to be touching mevery soon.

Yes, please touch me.

Maybe I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. It was the opposite. Weeks of pining and longing transformed into a lust that was filling me to the brim. Only one thought filled my mind.

Mine.

It was an odd thought. Something that had never happened before. Something that I’dneverthought I would say about a male.

But there it was. Krusk was mine, and I would be damned before I ever gave him up. Instead of waiting for whatever the hell was going on inside his brain—because he was still just standing over me as though he was trying to make a decision—I got to my feet, too, and took a deep breath.

“Okay,” I said with a nod. “This is going to happen.”

He blinked at me, his breath still gusting out of him.

“Come with me,” I commanded, holding out my hand to him.

He didn’t hesitate for even a moment. My hand was in his before he even thought it through. And even though he was so much bigger and stronger than I was, he followed me out of his brother’s apartment as if my authority was absolute.

He could break me apart with one move of his hand, but instead, he held mine so gently, cradling it with such tender care. That was the final decision. In the midst of everything between us, he was still the same male. He’d proven himself and I wasdonewaiting.

Common sense be damned, I wasfuckingmy orc.

His apartment was dark with all the lights off, and as soon as I closed the door behind us, I suddenly became aware of the silence—the kind that hummed between two people who both knew what they wanted.

I licked my lips, turned and found him watching me again. The city’s glow slanted through the window across his suit, his jaw, his eyes—eyes that were still pitch black with lust and longing. Something that I knew could be reflected in my own.