Page 47 of The Cabin

“A huge, muscly, green or blue…or gray, actually, man but he’s not a normal man he’s…an orc.”

“Wow, that clears that up.”

“Basically a seven-foot-tall, sexy Shrek.” He looks at me like he cannot possibly see how Shrek could be hot. “Oh! And they usually have like a super, and I mean super, huge dick. Or sometimes they havetwodicks. Orsometimesthey have one huge dick and an extra part so they can pleasure some other areas of their partner during the ‘act.’ ”

I don’t think either of us were prepared for me to say the word, ‘dick,’ or, ‘pleasure,’ in front of him, but I am damn proud of the panic I’m seeing creep into his features.

I clear my throat dramatically.“Taragyn stares at me from the bank as I disrobe and step into the heated spring. I can feel his eyes on my back watching as I wade deeper and deeper. When I turn around, his eyes are almost black, completely lust filled, and his erection is all but bursting from his braes.”

“His what?”

“His pants.” I motion for him to be quiet.

“He removes first his tunic, then his braes, allowing his thick, pulsing member to spring to attention.”

“Oh, comeon!”

“Grayson. You’re being rude. No yelling during story time.”

All I get is an eye roll.

“His steps are measured, intentional.

My back hits the far end of the spring. There’s nowhere I can go. Nowhere to run or hide. His corded, scarred arms barricade me against the edge. One arm on each side of me, trapping me. He leans down and runs his nose up my neck, breathing in deeply.

‘Your scent drives me crazy, woman.’ His accent makes the words sound harsh as he murmurs them in my ear. An involuntary shiver moves over me.”

Grayson pretends to shiver, but stays quiet.

“There’s a finger running up the side of my hip under the water. It brushes dangerously close to the heat between my thighs. I squeeze them shut as tightly as possible.

‘Now that won’t do, little lamb. Open your thighs for your husband.’ His breath fans over my collarbone. I stiffen, and when I do not obey, he leans back to look at my face.

I stare back, equally terrified and excited. I can feel his member pressing up against my stomach. It is so hard, so thick. I’ve never felt like this before.

‘Open up, woman. Let me show you the pleasure an orc queen receives from her mate.’

I still don’t move, feeling inept and shy and very confused. When I meet his gaze, I see a monster. But, I also see a strong, courageous leader. A male who looks at me like he wants to taste me. It sets my skin on fire.

My legs are shoved apart, and Taragyn moves to cup my heat. My breath catches in my throat.

‘This belongs to me, little lamb. And I am going to lay claim to your sweet cunt, mark it with my scent, so every male in a thirty noch radius will know whose you are.’ ”

“Is this what gets you going, lollipop? A big, hot Alpha male bossing you around?” He’s deflecting. The way his jaw looks right now, I’d be surprised if his teeth weren’t cracking. I might just have a chance at winning this one yet.

“We won’t be taking questions until the end of today’s session.” He snickers and leans back on his hands. God, he looks so effortlessly sexy. It is so unfair considering my hair has been in some version of a messy bun, slicked back with how greasy it is, for days. I was going to remedy that last night, but Grayson had also messed with the shampoo bottle. Thankfully, I was on high alert after the body wash incident and noticed the tampering before any damage could be done.

“He moves his knee in between my legs, holding them open while his hand snakes up to take one of my breasts. Taragyn leans down to take it into his mouth and I feel a lightning bolt leading straight to my core. A noise I’ve never made before escapes my lips.

‘That’s right woman, I want to hear your pleasure.’

He switches his attentions to the other breast and there is suddenly a throbbing between my legs that makes me feel desperate.

His mouth travels up my chest, his tongue flicking when he reaches my neck before nipping along my jaw. I am hot everywhere, my skin getting goose pimples despite the warmth of the spring. Taragyn grabs between my thighs again, this time sliding a finger through my folds. His growl is immediate and has my breasts heavy and aching to be touched again. So primal, so demanding.

His finger reappears and he shocks me by sliding into his mouth.

‘You’re so wet for me, woman. You taste like the finest wine.’ I am mesmerized by the way his lips wrap around his finger, by the way his cock bobs against my stomach, by his finger trailing back down, closer…closer. I gasp. He has a finger inside of me, while he rubs a place that is making me dizzy. There is a pooling of heat low in my belly. He makes slow, firm circles around the spot as he pumps the other in and out of me. His lips latch on my neck and suck. I feel like I am going to combust.

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