Page 7 of Alpha-hole Orc

“You’re making it very difficult,” I say breathlessly.

“Good.” His lips curl into a predatory smirk. “I want you eager and needy. Panting for my touch.”

A whimper lodges in my throat, and I clench my thighs together under the table. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Viktoor in this moment, my whole being attuned to his presence. Craving the feel of his hands on my skin and the taste of his kiss.

“The appetizers look delicious, don’t you think?” Viktoor says casually, as if we weren’t engaged in mundane conversation.

He uncovers plates of bruschetta, calamari and a decadent cheese platter. I stare at the food without really seeing it, my senses overwhelmed by the heat in Viktoor’s gaze and the brush of his foot against my leg.

“I couldn’t possibly eat a thing,” I say, my voice coming out as a breathy moan.

“No?” One corner of his mouth quirks up. “Not even if I fed it to you myself?”

A shudder courses through my body at the thought, my nails digging into my palms. Viktoor pops a grape into his mouth, his corded throat working as he swallows. Mesmerized, I watch a drop of juice trickle on his bottom lip.

I lick my lips. “Maybe a little.”

Viktoor plucks a bruschetta topping with tomato and basil and holds it out to me. I lean forward, my lips brushing his fingers as I take the offering. The blend of flavors explodes on my tongue, but it’s nothing compared to the rush of heat that floods my veins at the contact.

Our eyes lock on a smoldering gaze. Viktoor’s breath hitches, his pupils dilating with desire.

With a low growl, Viktoor stands. In a flash, he’s behind my chair, his hands gripping the back of it as he brings his mouth to my ear.

“You’re playing with fire, little one,” he rasps, his hot breath fanning across my neck. I whimper, tilting my head to the side in invitation. “Keep it up and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

His hands slide down to my shoulders, thumbs tracing the column of my throat. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation, craving more. So much more.

“Viktoor, please,” I moan softly.

“Please what?”

I turn my head, my lips brushing against his. “Touch me.”

“Where?” he asks, his voice a husky whisper. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere.”

A low, primal rumble resonatess in his chest. His control shatters, restraint falling away as passion takes over.

Viktoor spins my chair around and hauls me into his arms, crushing his mouth to mine in a searing kiss.

Our tongues tangle as Viktoor lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carries me across the penthouse to a luxurious bedroom, kicking the door open and laying me down on the immense bed.

Breaking the kiss, Viktoor straightens and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing sculpted emerald abs and a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants. My mouth waters at the sight.

He crawls over me, muscles rippling under his skin, and captures my mouth again. His hands roam my body, squeezing my full breasts and wide hips, sliding under my dress to grip my generous ass. I moan into his wicked mouth, wet pooling between my legs.

I fist my hands in his thick hair and tug, eliciting a snarl from him. He grinds his hips against mine and I feel the hard length of his erection. My pussy throbs in response.

“Viktoor,” I gasp. “I need you.”

He nips at my jaw, hands sliding under my panties. “And I need to be inside you, my mate.”

A sharp cry leaves me as one long, thick finger enters me. I’m already soaked for him. He works his finger in and out, adding a second, stretching and scissoring.

“So fucking wet,” he rasps. “So ready for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Now, Viktoor. I need you now.”

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