Page 40 of The Orc Boss

He hooked his finger in the inseam of my panties and looked over the slope of my body, meeting my gaze. “I bought you these,” he said matter-of-factly. The satin fabric stretched as he pulled it away from my skin. “And I can always buy you more.” There was a ripping sound as he tore the panties open. Cold air kissed my swollen cunt.

I laid my head back down on the bed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Eight years with Carter, and it was like pulling teeth to get his mouth to go anywhere past my navel. Yet here was Ansel, ready to devour me slowly like he was on death row, and I had been granted as his last meal on Earth.

He dragged his flattened tongue along my folds, humming to himself. I could feel those deep vibrations all the way to my core. “You taste better than I imagined,” he said, dipping down to taste me again. He stayed true to his promise and brushed my slit with slow, languid strokes. Too slow. I ached for more friction.

I reached down and dug my hands in his hair. “Please, Ansel. Don’t tease me. Not tonight. I’ve been . . .” I hesitated. Dirty talk had never been my forte, but with him . . . I couldn’t seem to hold the words back. “I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”

“You have, haven’t you?” he mused, rubbing slow circles at the apex of my sex, but missing my clit entirely on purpose. “I must be feeling generous today, because even though you’ve been torturing me the past few nights, I feel like giving you a break.” The circle he was making with his fingers grew smaller, faster, until his fingers were rubbing and rolling over my clit. I white-knuckled the blanket as I arched my lower back reflexively towards the sky. Pressing myself harder into his circling finger.

“I want to feel you come on my tongue, Skye,” he growled, quickly replacing his finger with his tongue. He kept up the rhythm, his pointed tusks pressing into my skin. It created the perfect sensation of pain and pleasure that pushed me closer to the edge. Finally, I moaned his name as he sunk two fingers deep inside my pussy, quickly pumping them in and out. In and out.

My entire body clenched around his thick fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure exploded through me. Pure ecstasy radiated up my toes and fingers to my chest and back down again.

I let out a long sigh once it was all over. Why did my orgasms always feel better when Ansel was facilitating them?

Now I knew he not only had magic fingers, but a magic tongue as well.

Despite the pleasure still ebbing through me, there was a prickle of pain in my chest. A bittersweet feeling. Why did life have to be so unfair? Why couldn't I have Ansel and a comfortable, secure life as well? I wanted him, but did that mean I had to give up my safe, normal life?

I already knew the answer; you can’t have your cake and eat it too. I had to choose one or the other. I couldn’t have both.

Ansel climbed back into bed, a cocky smile on his face. He didn’t say anything though. He laid next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight against his warm chest. I pressed my cunt against his hard cock, pressing so tightly against his briefs it had to be painful, and stifled a little moan. There was a tiny wet spot of pre-cum on the front of his gray briefs. Though I was still coming down from the high of my orgasm, my lower abdomen tightened, letting me know I would be ready for round two soon. Or at the very least, ready to return the favor.

I reached down between our legs, but Ansel captured my hand in his before I could reach into his waistband and release that magnificent cock from his briefs. He laced his fingers between mine, holding it tight against his chest.

“What are you doing—”

He shook his head, his lower lip jutting out as the corner of his mouth lifted into a crooked smile. “Ach. Don’t worry about me, lass. I just wanted to prove my point. Your ex was the problem, not you.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and brushed my knuckles against his lips. “Get some rest. We can reopen this conversation later. We’ll have plenty of time to practice more breathing exercises later.”

Chapter eighteen

Idon’trememberfallingasleep in Ansel’s arms, but I do remember being surrounded by an all-encompassing warmth as I slept. When I woke up the next morning though, I was alone, and the room was cold. Colder than normal, almost draftier like someone had left the window open all night. The room was dark, still too damn early to even think about waking up, and I was ready to pull the blanket over my head and roll over when I noticed someone standing in front of the window. Theopenedwindow.

“Ansel?! What are you doing!” I practically shouted at him like I had caught him about to jump out of said window.

He stood with his back to the rest of the room. He knew. There was no way he didn’t know. Oh Goddess, I was such a fool thinking I could pull off this escape—

But when he turned around, he didn’t look angry, only surprised. “Gods, Skye, I’m just having a smoke,” he said around the lit cigarette hanging from his lips. “You alright? You look as white as that sheet you’re clutching.”

I couldn’t speak. Not yet anyways. All I could do was focus on my fast breathing and thumping heart. “Y-yeah, sorry. I don’t know why I screamed; it looked like you were doing something else.”

He watched me through narrowed slits as he took a long drag of his cigarette, angling his head away as he blew the smoke out of the open window. “What did it look like I was doing, Skye?” There was so much implied in his tone, there was no way he didn’t know about the bars. They were barely hanging on by one screw—you had to be blind not to notice. And though it was too early for much sunlight, there was enough visibility for Ansel to see five inches in front of his face.

Then why wasn’t he calling me out? I didn’t know him very well, but he didn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush.

“Nothing,” I said after a long, awkward pause where Ansel didn’t take his eyes off me. “Sorry, I guess I’m not used to seeing you in the morning. You just startled me. You’re always gone before I wake up. Do you smoke every morning?”

He stomped his cigarette out on the side of the window before crossing the small space from the window to the bed. “Every morning. Some people need a fresh cup of coffee to wake up, I need fresh smoke in my lungs.” He knelt next to the bed, so our eyes were level. It was unfair how good he looked this morning. The skin under his eyes was slightly darker than normal and a few random hairs stuck out from the bun tied loosely at his nape, but besides that, you would have never been able to guess this orc had stayed up most of the night drinking his weight in beer.

I, on the other hand, knew I looked like I had been run over by a bus, and then that bus returned to back over me again to make sure it finished the job. Or, at least, that’s how I figured I looked, because that’s exactly how I felt on the inside. I blinked fast once I realized Ansel was staring at me through his long, dark lashes that any woman would be jealous of. Like he was expecting me to say something.

“What?” I asked. I turned my face away as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand just in case he was admiring any dried spit that was hanging there.

“Nothing,” he said, grinning. “You’re just cute in the morning.” He straightened to his full height, motioning to the white pill bottle and water bottle sitting on top of the dresser. “For the hangover headache.” He grabbed his car keys and wallet sitting on top of the dresser, pocketing them as he headed towards the door. “Just so you know, I’m going to be out a little later than usual tonight.”

I perked up. That was perfect. It would give me even more time to put a safe distance between me and the warehouse. “Oh really. Why is that?”

“I’m meeting with Felix. Hopefully, he’ll give me some intel we can use.”

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