Page 12 of Bread with the Orc (Harmony Glen #6)

Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Dorvak reached down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up beside me, widening me even more. The sudden change in position had me gasping, the sensation of being so open and exposed sending a wild thrill through me .

I was completely at his mercy, spread wide for his pleasure.

“Look at you, Mate,” he growled, his eyes roving over my body, taking in the sight of me spread out before him. “So fucking beautiful, so open for me.”

And then, with a wicked grin, he pressed his thumb against my clitoris.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending me crashing over the edge. I screamed his name as I came, my body convulsing around his cock, my inner walls clamping down on his ridges. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my vision blurring as I rode out the orgasm, my body shaking uncontrollably.

And with a look of triumph in his green eyes, Dorvak roared, a wordless sound that echoed through the room.

His hips thrust forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go.

He came, his cock pulsing within me, spilling his hot seed against my womb.

The sensation of him filling me sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, prolonging my orgasm, my body milking him for every last drop.

He was panting when he loosened his hold on my legs, allowing me to slide them along his body, the ache oh-so-sweet. With a grunt, he locked his hands on my waist and rolled over, taking me with him, until he was lying on his back and I was spread out on top of him.

I could feel his cum leaking from my core, and I wriggled against him.

“Mine,” he growled quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You are mine, Laney. Now and forever. ”

I whimpered in agreement, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our combined pleasure. His words sent a thrill through me, the primal part of me reveling in his claim. I was his, completely and utterly.

“I knew you could do it, dkaar .” Dorvak was smiling, a rare sight, up at me proudly. “I knew you could take my seed and scream my name.”

I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t reach his mouth. Instead, I pressed my lips to his chest and whispered, “You made me feel so good.”

The noise he made was somewhere between a hum and a chuckle, and I swear I felt his cock jump inside me. He was still hard, still spearing me. I felt wrung out, my body humming with pleasure.

As I lay there on top of him, Dorvak’s fingers skimmed up my back, then down my arms and side. “I want to keep you here,” he murmured. “Keep my seed inside you.”

The better to conceive, I guess.

How had it come to this? Only a few short weeks ago, this male hadn’t known me. Now I was trying to have a baby with him?

Well, why not? I’d always wanted a child, and Dorvak was going to make the conception a hell of a good time, right? Maybe I was just addicted to the pleasure he brought me, or maybe I was an idiot. All I knew was that I wanted to stay right here, his cock filling me, holding his cum inside me.

Except…his hands hadn’t stopped caressing me. His light touches were driving me mad, causing me to sq uirm against him. And every time I did, every time I moved on top of that thick, hard, cock, another shock of pleasure darted through me.

It was as if he was purposefully teasing me.

Dorvak’s hands didn’t stop their gentle exploration, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that had me squirming and arching against him. Each subtle movement sent ripples of pleasure through me. The ridges along his hard length added a layer of sensation that was both exquisite and maddening.

“You’re so sensitive, dkaar ,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. “I love watching you respond to my touch.”

His hands roamed over my body, his fingertips light and teasing, skimming over my hips, my thighs, anything he could reach with me spread across him like this. I could feel the pleasure building again, a slow, steady climb that had me gasping and writhing on top of him.

The way he touched me, so soft and gentle, was in stark contrast to the primal way he’d taken me earlier. It was a heady combination that had my senses reeling.

“Dorvak,” I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you feel good, Mate,” he replied, his breath teasing my hair. “I want to watch you come undone again. I want to feel you milk my cock one more time.”

His hands slid down to my ass, cupping and squeezing, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheeks.

I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core.

I began to rock against him, my hips moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Each movement sent his cock deeper, the ridges rubbing against my inner walls in a way that drove me mad.

He murmured soft words of encouragement, sometimes in a language I didn’t understand, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me. “That’s it, Laney. Ride me, take what you need. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

I could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure cresting like a wave about to crash.

And then, Dorvak’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the seam of my ass.

I gasped, the sensation wild and unfamiliar.

When his claw pressed gently against the puckered hole, the wickedness of it all sent me over the edge.

“Dorvak!” I screamed, planting my palms on his chest and arching atop his cock, one more orgasm sending me careening into the void.

My inner muscles spasmed, milking him, milking his cock, drawing more of his cum deeper in me. I knew this had to be part of the breeding ritual, but my God was I addicted to the way Dorvak made me feel.

At long last, I collapsed, completely wrung out, against his chest.

“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “That’s my good girl. My Mate.”

“Mate,” I whispered sleepily.

He shifted beneath me as his cock slowly softened and slid from my sopping core. I needed to find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom to wash up. I would, I swear. I just needed to close my eyes for a moment…