Page 11 of Alpha-hole Orc

Viktoor crowds me against the edge of my desk, trapping me between hard wood and harder muscle. His scent envelops me, spice and earth and something uniquely him.

A whimper catches in my throat as one large hand cups the back of my neck, tilting my head to the side in blatant submission. “Did you forget who you belong to, little one?” He growls the words against my skin, full lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear.

Heat unfurls low in my belly, his possessive tone igniting a fire only he can extinguish. “Viktoor,” I moan, nails digging into the fabric of his designer suit jacket.

A sharp nip at my neck punishes my impatience. “Say it,” he demands, voice dripping with command . “Tell me who you belong to.”

I shudder, back arching to press my body against his. “I’m yours,” I breathe. “I belong to you,” I finally admit out loud.

A satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest. “Good girl.” His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my helpless whimpers of surrender.

His kiss leaves me breathless, heart pounding as I cling to his broad shoulders. When Viktoor finally releases my mouth, I gasp for air and beam up at him.

“I missed you,” I blurt out, fingers tracing the angular line of his jaw. His golden eyes darken at my touch, his own grin mirroring mine.

“You were gone too long,” he mutters, voice muffled against my neck. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him in a possessive embrace.

Warmth blooms in my chest at his admission. I bury my face in his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent. “I missed you too,” he whisper. “Every second we were apart.”

We stay like that for long moments, taking solace in each other’s presence. The familiarity of his body against mine soothes the ache that’s lingered since we were last together.

I’m home.

Finally Viktoor stirs, one hand trailing up my spine to tangle in my hair. He tugs gently, guiding my head back to meet his gaze.

“I don’t like being away from you,” he says, thumb caressing my cheek. His eyes are fierce, glowing with barely restrained control and something more vulnerable that he only shows to me. “You’re mine, Bria, in every way that matters.”

My heart stutters at the raw emotion in his voice. “I’m yours,” I affirm, covering his hand with mine. “Yours alone, Viktoor, always.”

A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he claims my mouth again. This kiss is slower but no less passionate, speaking of promises and forever in a language only our hearts understand.

When we part, I smile up at my alpha orc, joy bubbling in my veins.

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I lead Viktoor into my bedroom and close the door, sealing us away from prying eyes. The room seems to shrink, narrowing to just the two of us as a familiar heat blooms in my belly.

Viktoor’s gaze burns into me, glowing golden eyes bright with hunger. His lips curl into a sinful smirk, sharp teeth flashing. “Alone at last,” he purrs, stalking closer with feline grace.

My breath catches as he cages me against the door, one hand planted on either side of my head. He leans down, breath fanning hot over my lips, and I shiver in anticipation.

“I’ve missed the taste of you,” Viktoor murmurs, mouth brushing mine in a tease of a kiss. His thigh presses between my legs and I gasp, arousal blooming at the firm pressure. “The sounds you make when you come for me.”

“Viktoor,” I whimper, arching into him. My fingers curl into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Please.”

“Please what, my love?” Viktoor rumbles, nuzzling my neck to scrape sharp teeth over my pulse. “Tell me what you want. What you need.”

Heat floods my cheeks even as slick arousal coats my thighs. But I meet his gaze boldly and say, “I need you inside me. Now.”

Viktoor’s eyes flare brighter, pupils blown wide with lust. A low growl vibrates in his chest as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw passion.

My alpha-hole orc is only too happy to give me what I want.

My hands roam over Viktoor’s muscular body, feeling the hard contours beneath his clothes, igniting a fiery passion in both of us.

I tug at his shirt, shoving the material up to explore the ridged muscles of his abdomen. He breaks the kiss with a nip at my lower lip, letting me strip off his shirt to reveal an expanse of emerald skin and defined pecs.

“Touch me,” Viktoor commands, a throaty purr that sends heat pooling between my thighs.

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