Aldronn

Kissing my bride and feeling her joy echo down our mental connection stokes my hunger to new levels. The base of my cock aches with the need to knot her, outdone only by the ache in my heart, the overwhelming desire to complete our mate bond.

“I love you, May,” I say again, needing her to believe me.

“I know you do. I can feel it.” She taps her temple, then touches my chest, her palm pressed flat over my heart. “I love you too, Aldronn. I love the way you believe in me, even when I’m not able to believe in myself.”

May loves me! It pours from her along our connection, filling me with so much pure emotion that my heart reverberates with it, beating only for her. Her amazing powers mean I never have to doubt why she’s with me. May sees me —she sees Aldronn the man instead of the crown or title.

“I love your strength. I love how true you are.” Her voice whispers directly into my mind, “With you, I feel like I can finally be myself, hot mess and all, and it’s okay.”

“You are far from a mess,” I growl. “And how could I not love you? You are the very reason I even know I’m capable of love. Without your insight into my true nature, I would have lived a cold life of duty instead of knowing the warmth of your heart.”

“You say all the best things.” Her hand fists in my cloak. “If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you’ll scream, all right.” I smirk. “You’ll scream my name as I make you come.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, big guy?” Goddess, I love her playfulness.

“I’ll prove it.” I toss her onto the bed, cloak and all.

She gives a little shriek, laughing up at me with all her love and joy and mischief shining in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Take off the cloak,” I command.

“Make me.” She bites her lower lip.

I growl and fall forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of her, until I hover over her. My bride’s pupils blow wide as she sucks in a startled inhale. I move down her body, using my tusks to shove the cloak aside. She wears a wool sweater over her linen tunic, and it’s far too many layers. Yet none of it stops me from nipping at the tips of her breasts with my tusks until she squirms.

Pushing back up to standing, I growl, “Take off the cloak and the sweater.”

“Yes, sir. Sir.” Nodding, she hurries to undo the clasp and shrug the heavy cloth from her shoulders.

I toss aside my cloak, unbuckling my sword belt as well. As she strips the sweater over her head, I pull off both our boots.

May leaps to her feet on the bed and kicks the cloak aside. Her hips move in a fascinating dance as she pulls the shirt over her head. My groan of need makes her grin, and she spins around to lean over, showing me her glorious ass as she peels off her pants.

Soon, she stands before me in nothing but her fine linen underwear dyed the faintest blush of purple.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I growl. “There’s only one thing that could make you any more perfect.”

“What’s that?”

I pull her to me, the bed adding to her height, so I barely need to bend to rip away her breast binding with my tusks. Her needy little nipples beg for my mouth, and I devour them, sucking until their hard peaks poke at my tongue.

“Aldronn!” May clings to my shoulders as her knees give out, and I lower her to the furs and lick my way down her stomach, scraping her skin with my tusks until she shivers. Once I shred the rest of her underwear, I pull back and look down at her.

“This is when you’re most perfect, my little queen,” I say, my voice a deep rasp of need. “When you’re naked and ready for me.” I run a finger down her folds, groaning at the slick wetness, my cock jumping against the confines of my leather pants. “So wet and ready, so bewitching.”

My bride makes one of her needy little noises, her hips lifting, chasing my finger as I pull away. The scent of her arousal hangs heady in the air, so rich I can taste it.

Goddess, what she does to me!

I cup her buttocks with my hands and raise her to my mouth. With one lick, her flavor bursts over my tongue, salt and sweet and mine, my May.

Her gasps guide me to her neediest spot, and I lave her with my tongue, working her over and over until she trembles through her first orgasm, my name on her lips.

“See.” I sit up and pull my shirt over my head. “I told you I’d make you scream my name.”

“Yep,” she pants, her eyes devouring my bare chest. “But I think you might need to do it again, just to prove your point.”

I slide from the bed just long enough to remove my leather pants, then I fall back over her in that way she likes so well, catching myself in a high pushup.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” her voice whispers through my mind.

I smirk. “I’ll do anything for you, my little queen, anything to increase your pleasure.” As if to prove my words true, my stud springs to life in a tingle of magic, reacting to her nearness.

“Then come here.” Her hands loop around my neck, tangling in my hair as she tugs me down to her. “I need you inside me.”

I hold off for a moment more, needing her to understand that this time will be different. “I’m going to knot you, May,” I vow, my eyes boring into hers. “I’m going to bind you to me forever.”

“You fucking better.”

That’s my little queen.

“Damn straight, I am,” her mental voice whispers, letting me know she’s read my thoughts.

I come down over her, taking her mouth, nipping greedily at her lips with my tusks until she opens for me. My cock leaks orc seed as it rubs against her, slicking her thighs, and she gasps into my mouth, her body arching up to meet mine.

I groan, the hot press of her soft skin exquisite against my erection. My knees push between hers, spreading her open, and I drag my heavy erection up the silk of her inner thigh.

“May, my queen.” I grip the base of my cock, stroking the head up and down her folds, adding my seed to her wetness.

She makes a needy whine, and her legs wrap around me until her little heels dig into my buttocks, demanding more.

I can refuse her nothing.

I thrust into her wet heat with a groan of pleasure. The second erection of my stud vibrates over her sensitive nub, and a wave of bliss rolls through the mental bond that snaps into place as my bride shatters around my cock.