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Chapter Eleven

Rainn

Axum adjusts me on his lap as we sit in the throne room, stifling a hiss of pain as he jostles his arm. I look at him with concern, but he waves me away as he looks over a letter he received just a few minutes ago.

Saying I was shocked when I saw the state of Axum, Larek, and Olog when they returned from their visit to another city is an understatement. Both Axum and Olog held an injured Larek between them, shouting for healers to come and tend to him, blue blood coating them and dripping on the white marble floor.

I ran after them, grabbing the towel I planned to use to wash my hair and gave to to Axum to use in place of the one that was soaked through already.

Once they got Larek to an empty room, healers began to work on him immediately, using some kind of potion that smoked when it touched his skin, making him cry out in pain. They also forced a concoction down his throat. I heard one say that his wound was too deep and the weapons were coated with some kind of poison too toxic for them to use magic alone. They had Axum take some of the concoction as well, since he had an open wound on his arm. He drank it quickly, then shooed them away when they tried to tend to him instead of working on Larek.

I stood back, wringing my hands, needing to do something, but not wanting to get in the way.

When Axum tasked his guards to retrieve Larek’s mate, I demanded to go with them. My mate didn’t look happy about it, but I needed to feel useful and I think he understood that. So I accompanied the three orcs to a modest home, about fifteen minutes away, to tell Larek’s mate what happened and bring her to the palace. I’m sure the guards would have been able to get there far quicker without me, but they didn’t complain, allowing me to set the pace.

They’ve been so kind to me.

We brought Larek’s mate, Snakha, to the palace as quickly as we could and she sat by his bedside for the rest of the evening. We brought her everything she needed, ensuring she and Larek wanted for nothing.

Before we left their room, Larek held Axum’s hand in a tight grip, thanking him over and over for bringing him back to his mate. Axum tried to shake off the praise, but neither Larek nor Snakha allowed it. He said that Larek was like family and he would have protected him with his life.

After we made sure Larek was okay and his wound wouldn’t fester, I took Axum to our room and cleaned up the cut on his arm. The healers said it wasn’t deep, so they said it was safe for me to dress it. While I was playing nurse, Axum told me what happened.

From what he gathered, from their weapons and attire, it was the rogue band of orcs he had been worried about. Axum also found a letter on one of the orcs from their leader, Koth, conspiring to kill Axum to get back at Nash. He said he, Larek, and Olog killed nine of them during the attack, and there are only about fifteen to twenty in the band. More are out there to hurt my mate. He said he may have a way to get to the others, but he has to wait to hear from his brother.

The letter he has in his hands now is just the word he was waiting on. I’ve learned how to speak some orcish, but I’m unable to read it, so I don’t know what it says.

Axum grunts, shaking his head with a slight grin.

“What is it?” I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

“My brother, Nash. He says he will visit soon, but he is busy fucking his human mate.” He chuckles. “In the meantime, he has asked for permission to hunt down the band of orcs on his own.”

“Maybe you should have him and his human come here. They would be safe from that Koth guy.”

Axum shakes his head as he motions to one of his scribes to give him a quill and ink. “He will not come. He does not enjoy being a part of the aristocracy, even though he loves his title. Besides, he will want to handle this himself. Nash has always been the type to fix what he deems are his mistakes.”

His hand flies across the paper. I don’t understand any of what he’s writing, but his penmanship is pretty terrible. I don’t know why he didn’t have his scribes write it, but I guess since it’s his brother, he wants to do it on his own.

With a small smile on his face, he says, “I have told Nash that he’s more than welcome to lead the hunt with his trusted orcs.”

“Good. You can also tell him you’re fucking your own human mate.” I chuckle against his neck, kissing him there gently.

Axum puts his quill down and pulls me back so he can meet my eyes. He searches my face, his gaze softening. “You do know that it is more than sex with us, correct? You are my mate. I—” He pauses, looking back at his scribes. They take the hint and bow to him, leaving the throne room.

He slides the small table from in front of the throne and repositions me on his lap so I can look down at him. “It is more than sex, my sweet Rainn. We are mates.”

I smile at him, thumbing over his cheek. “I know, Axum. Though…” I slowly lower myself to my knees, looking up at him from that position. It’s so fucking hot to peer up at his big body surrounded by the gold throne he’s sitting on. “I love when you fuck me. I love when you touch me,” I drag my hands up his thighs, watching as his purple eyes flare as I brush over his hard dick, “and kiss me, and taste me.” I delve my hand into his trousers and pull out his hard cock. “And I love sucking you. So it’s not a lie if you tell your brother that you have your own human to fuck, right?”

He blows out an uneven breath, shaking his head. “No. It is not.”

I stick my tongue out and lick the underside of his dick. Axum groans, stretching his legs out around me. I do it again and again, licking him like a lollipop and suckling gently every time I get to his cockhead.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, gliding his hands through my curls. “Open wide for me, sweet Rainn.”

I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking down as much of his dick as I can. Eagerly I swallow the bead of precum that leaks from his cockhead, humming as his taste floods my mouth. Axum’s dick throbs and leaks, more of his deliciousness coating my tongue.

Wrapping both hands around his dick, I jerk him as I bob up and down. Axum’s moans and grunts in my ears send fire dancing in my veins, my own cock hard and throbbing.

Flicking my eyes up at him, I see his violet eyes almost glowing, watching me with rapt attention as I try to take more than half of him down my throat. He’s so fucking big that it’s impossible, but I try.

Fuck, I love sucking him. I love how his hard, heavy cock fits between my lips. And I love how he looks at me with such reverence, like me sucking his dick is his salvation.

Before I can get more into the blowjob, content to make him come like this, Axum pulls me back onto his lap, kissing me hard as he slides my pants down my legs. I step out of them, then straddle his lap, rolling my hips against his straining length. A moan bursts from me when his crown bumps against the sensitive skin of my pucker.

“In my pants,” I gasp when one of Axum’s thick fingers glides down to my hole. “Pleasure oil…in my pants.”

Axum chuckles against my lips. “I see you are always prepared to take my cock, sweet Rainn.”

Heat drifts up my cheeks, but I don’t regret having it on me. I want Axum every time I see him and the pleasure oil is the only way I can take him.

He scoops up my pants from the floor without removing his finger from pressing against my hole. I moan as his finger sinks into me just a little, stretching me. The sting is slight, even though he has no lube.

Axum makes quick work of slicking up his fingers and sliding them into my entrance, getting me ready for him. He toys with me, brushing against my prostate while he licks and nibbles at my throat. His tusks scrape across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

A moan tumbles free as Axum glides two, then three fingers into me, stretching me wide. He twists his fingers inside, making me yelp as he pegs my secret spot over and over.

He growls, pushing upward, his rigid length brushing against me. “I love hearing you moan, sweet Rainn.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I toss my head back and fuck myself on his digits. “Axum. Please. I need you.”

“You have me, my mate.” He removes his fingers, lines his cock up with my hole and slides inside. He curses against my throat as I whimper at the feel of him. “Love being inside you. I will never get enough of your sweet ass.”

With his hands cupping my cheeks, Axum raises and lowers me onto his shaft. I bury my face in his neck and babble and moan words I can’t recall.

God, he feels like heaven—the way he’s touching me, kissing me, fucking me. I will never get enough of this, enough of being surrounded by Axum. His scent, his taste, his touch. I’m drawn to everything about him.

As I moan and grind on his dick, it hits me like a ton of bricks what this warm, effervescent feeling is in my chest.

I’m in love with Axum.

Fuck, I’m in love with him. I’m in love with my mate. I’m not sure when I fell completely, but it’s been a steady path to this destination. Axum is everything I’ve needed, but never knew I wanted.

His tusks slide over the sensitive skin of my neck again and I tremble in his arms. “Axum,” I moan, rolling my hips as he controls my movements. “Knot me. I want to feel it again.”

His feral growl tingles my skin and I pull back to kiss him again, tangling our tongues.

Axum’s hands hold me tighter around my waist and I revel in his touch. With one final thrust, he stills, his knot expanding inside me. It pushes against my prostate, making me come on a torrent without warning. My body shudders as I spurt between us.

On a roar, Axum comes, his dick twitching in my hole, making his knot press more against my prostate.

After we catch our breaths, Axum chuckles against my skin. “My brother will be pleased to know he was right about fated mates.”

I try to catch my breath, swallowing roughly. “What…do you…mean?”

“Later,” Axum growls, thrusting up shallowly so that knot of his bumps my oversensitive prostate. “I will make you come again like this, sweet Rainn.” I throw my head back and moan loud enough that I know the entire palace can hear me. That bundle of nerves within me is overworked, but Axum’s knot feels so fucking good. I don’t want him to stop, not until I come for him once more.

He nips at my throat, sucking the skin between his lips. “I want more of you coating me. Come on, mate. Give me one more.”

“Fuck,” I whimper as my back bows and I cum in a wave, my breath trapped in my chest. It feels so fucking good to come like this—impaled on a large dick with the orc that I’m in love with talking me through it.

Axum hums, nipping at my throat. My body bucks. Is this what it will feel like when he claims me? When he plunges those teeth into me? God, I can’t fucking wait.

Once I’m milked and can’t come anymore, I sag against Axum’s chest, my mouth open dragging in greedy pulls of air. Axum’s rough palms drift up and down my spine, making me tremble and his knot brush my magic button.

Axum chuckles when I moan tiredly. “I am sorry, sweet Rainn. I will hold still.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, knowing I can’t come anymore. I’m drained dry. “Tell me what your brother meant about mates.”

“Nash believes in fated mates. Always has, since we were kids. He told me and Mahk that ours were out there and they would come to us when we least expected them. You came to me when I least expected you, Rainn. And I do not want to give you up.”

“That’s good,” I say, kissing the underside of his chin. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to leave you.”

His knot goes down and Axum pulls out of me, his cum dripping from my hole. He pulls me higher onto his lap, kissing me gently. “I am glad you came through that portal.”

“Me too, baby,” I murmur, planting my lips on his, hoping to express all of my love for him through this kiss.