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Chapter thirteen

Kai

“T hey still have not found Koth, Nash. Have you asked your brother for full permission to hunt him down?” The hush of Vex’s tone flitted in and out, and I forced myself to stay still. Even though my mind was clouded with sleep, I was still aware enough to realize that whatever they were talking about was important.

And honestly, I was curious. If there was danger lurking around, I wanted to know… I wanted to help.

I wanted to make sure Nash was okay.

Damn it, it had only been a couple of weeks, and I was really, really in over my head with these feelings.

“I did, though you and I both know that I do not need his permission to take care of issues within our own group.”

Vex laughed. “You say that because you know he will tell you yes. Axum rarely denies you anything.”

Nash’s answering chuckle wasn’t as warm as usual, and the sensation of him tensing made me shiver. I opened my eyes slowly to look at the worried expression on his face. “Maybe… but still. I don’t like the idea of Koth causing trouble because of me. I want to handle it sooner rather than later—his answer will be all the permission we need to lead a hunt to the death.”

At the sound that tore from my throat, his eyes shifted to me.

“Death?” I’d seen the weapon he carried. I’d experienced exactly how strong he was, how well trained he kept his body.

But still.

Death?

“Don’t worry, Little Mate.” Nash’s fingers brushed along my shoulder gently as I pushed myself into a sitting position. “I’ve handled worse than Koth in my lifetime, and I’ll deal with worse after he’s food in the ground for the worms.”

It was the first time he’d ever spoken like that, and the first time I’d really had to acknowledge that Nash was… dangerous. All the times when he’d chased me, even when he threatened to spank me…

None of it was real. He was always soft and warm and teasing.

There was something about his tone that was dangerous now. Deadly. I didn’t question that he could do exactly what he said—that he’d probably done it before.

Hunt someone down.

Kill them.

“I’m allowed to worry about you,” I finally said, pushing completely off the bed and crossing my arms. “Especially if there’s some weirdo orc out there wanting revenge and you’re going to go hunt him down.”

I hated the thought of it so much that I actually felt something ugly twist in my chest, a little spark of anger that made me want to do something.

“I will… see myself out.” Vex’s eyes were wide, and he scurried out of the tent before I had a chance to really get myself worked up.

It was worse, because Nash was smiling at the way my arms were crossed over my chest.

Like he thought it was cute or something.

I didn’t know how to remind him that where I came from, there weren’t many people who could look down at me the way he did, let alone call me cute.

“I’ll be fine, Kai.” He said it again, and this time when he slowly ran his fingers through my hair, I let myself relax slightly into the touch. “I’ll have all of my men with me. Koth is simply… a threat that has been allowed to run free for too long. I let it go because it didn’t matter. But… things are different now. They’re…”

He trailed off, but I realized what he wasn’t saying.

“I’m here now?”

He didn’t try to deny it. “Yes. You’re here… and for the first time in my life, I feel like I have something I could truly lose. So…” Nash leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll hunt him down, and anything else that might pose a threat to you.”

I sighed against his mouth before leaning back to look at him. “You know, someone threatening to murder things for you shouldn’t be attractive.”

He was too quick for me, though, because he grinned as he leaned in again, pressing another kiss to my forehead before moving past me. “And yet you didn’t say it wasn’t.”

I followed him out of the tent, raking my fingers through my hair as I did. “I didn’t say it was either. You’re not attractive at all. ”

We both knew I was lying.

I was pretty sure I knew where I was going. I’d been spending every second I could learning about things around the camp. That included the plants I could and couldn’t touch.

Maybe it was stupid, but the way Nash seemed so ready to pretty much go to war to protect me made something in my chest spark, and there was no way I was going to just sit around and not try to do something to show him I appreciated him.

Since his entire group moved pretty regularly—they were actually talking about packing up so they could do just that within the next few days—it wasn’t like I could build him something practical, like a porch for his house.

I could suck his dick again, but that wasn’t exactly as sentimental as I wanted it to be… even though I was pretty sure he’d definitely appreciate the gesture.

Which meant…

I needed to do something else. Something that I could feel good about.

And if I’d learned anything in my extensive background of dating… it was the fact that girls liked presents.

Nash wasn’t a girl, he wasn’t even human … but I was going to apply the theory and cross my fingers that it would still work with him too.

Which was exactly why I glanced over my shoulder once to make sure his guard wasn’t looking before I slipped into the edge of the trees. I didn’t feel bad about it this time because I had no intention of running off. I wasn’t even going to go far enough that they couldn’t hear me if I yelled.

Apparently there was some bloodthirsty orc out there wanting to fuck with Nash… and honestly, as much as I wanted to find Rainn, if he was having anything near the same kind of time that I was right now, there was every chance he’d stab me with a pen and use my blood to write his next book if I tried to rescue him.

I was still going to find him, and I was still waiting anxiously for Nash to help me… but I wasn’t as worried about him as I had been when I’d first gotten here.

And that definitely had nothing to do with the big orc and his big orc dick waiting for me in our tent.

“Our tent? Jesus,” I muttered to myself, my eyes scanning the area in front of me. It had been dark the last time we’d walked out here, but I was pretty sure I’d spotted some purple flowers off the trail that Nash had said were great for calming people and good to crush into a paste and treat wounds with.

By that logic, I figured they’d be safe to touch, and that meant I could use them. I didn’t want to calm him or treat his wounds, but they were the same color as his eyes.

I glanced over my shoulder one more time to make sure no one was watching me and could spoil the surprise, then I stepped off the path.

And… of course…

It took me less than three minutes to realize I’d probably picked the wrong direction… and by the time I’d spun in a few circles trying to figure out exactly where I’d meant to go, I wasn’t even sure what direction the path was on anymore.

I really wasn’t sure why I’d been so convinced that I was good with the whole “nature and survival” shit before now, but I was proving myself wrong on more than one occasion.

My jaw set and I let out a small grunt.

“Okay. Deep breath, Kai.” I closed my eyes and tried to listen. Maybe if I could hear where the water was, I could make my way there and follow it back to the lake. It wasn’t exactly perfect, but I knew there was a trail that led from there back to the camp.

Ah, fuck. The camp. I’d already been gone for too long. Nash was probably going to—

A hand sliding around my throat cut off my train of thought, but the panic that welled up in my chest came to a screeching halt at the scent that hit my nose and the voice that rumbled in my ear. “Are you trying to run again, Little Mate? I thought you knew better?”

“I wasn’t. I was looking for—”

He shifted his hand over my mouth and started to drag me back through the woods before I had a chance to explain.

I was pretty sure I fought back on instinct more than anything. I hadn’t been trying to run this time, and it wasn’t really my fault if I apparently had no sense of direction in his world.

Because whatever faults I’d been about to admit to myself, I was taking it back now that he was treating me like a child. I was completely capable. He was just being an asshole. And I wasn’t sure why I’d thought I needed to do anything nice for him.

Especially when he led me straight back through the trees and half dragged, half threw me into our tent like he’d never needed the path to begin with.

“You can’t just throw me around any time you—”

I didn’t get a chance to get worked up, though, because he was coming in after me and dragging me to the bed. For a second, I thought we were going straight back to square one—that he was going to tie me up and show me that whatever had been happening between us over the last few days had just been some weird orc-dick magic, and the warmth that I’d been feeling, the sense of home was all a bunch of bullshit.

Fuck… Thinking that hurt more than it should have, but the pain washed away when Nash dragged me over his lap and brought his hand down on my ass with a loud smack that ripped a shout from my throat.

“What the fuck , Nash?” I snapped out as soon as I caught my breath, but he’d already raised his hand up and brought it down again on my other cheek.

The pain that reverberated where his palm met my ass spilled all across my thighs and shot straight to my cock.

Oh.

Oh.

Well then.

Learn something new every day, huh?

“Nash.” I panted his name again, aware that my voice was more of a moan than protest now—and I knew he was aware too, because I could feel his cock getting thicker beneath me. The sensation made me squirm against him, and my squirming was apparently enough to earn me another slap that made my ass sting and the fire slowly catching in my stomach blossom across my chest. I was pretty sure I was going to choke on non-existent smoke.

“Did I not tell you what would happen if you ran again?” He rumbled the words behind me as he trailed his fingers along the places he’d hit to soothe the sting. I risked looking at him over my shoulder, and I saw it—the heat in his eyes. The want.

The desire.

The need.

The fact that he liked this just as much as I did.

And fuck it, I was really, really liking it. Maybe I’d never been this turned on before because no one had ever thrown me around like this. Whatever. I was into it.

Into it enough that I intentionally wriggled against him again, which earned me another slap before Nash dragged my shorts down my hips and threw them across the room.

The cool air stinging against my skin told me the next hit was going to really, really hurt if I didn’t do something, so I cried out his name again.

“Nash, wait!” His body was tense, but he didn’t swing his hand down. “It’s… uh… only fair that you take your pants off too, right?”

The tension didn’t leave, but I felt his cock twitch beneath me. He shifted me off his lap just long enough to kick his boots off and slide the soft leather he wore down his legs, throwing it to the side. Nash’s fingers were so fast stripping me, that I didn’t realize what he was doing until the cool air kissed my skin.

Suddenly, we were both naked, and he was pulling me back across his lap…

And it was way, way hotter than it should have been. I could feel the sticky trail of precum leaking from his cock and along my abdomen where it dragged thick and heavy between us, and a small part of me wanted to beg him to lick me clean again like he did the last time he came on me.

I wanted…

Fuck…

His hand smacked my ass again and I let out another low sound, something between a moan and a shout. I felt his hips spasm this time, grinding his cock against my stomach.

When his fingers moved to smooth over the burn that the slap left behind, they dipped lower, running between my cheeks so he could apply the lightest pressure against my hole.

Just that touch was enough to nearly make me come there on his lap—but… no.

I wanted more.

I needed more .

And we were in his tent now, so there was no reason for us not to do everything that I could possibly think of.

And part of that everything was me getting more up close and personal with his cock now that I had more time to explore it.

I wanted to see his knot. To feel it. I’d been vaguely aware of it the last time I’d touched him, but I’d been so cum drunk—which I couldn’t believe was a thing, but I didn’t have any other words for it—that I hadn’t even thought about the way the base of his shaft had pulsed under my touch, grown thicker. When he’d told me about it after the fact, I’d actually been a little mad that I hadn’t realized at the water’s edge.

But I could see it now . I could see it and I could touch it. I could have it.

“Nash…” I shifted so that I slid between his legs, dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him—he didn’t try to stop me. When I ran my nose along the length of his cock, he let out a low groan. “Can’t you think of a better way to make me say sorry?”

His lashes fluttered in dark half-moons against his cheeks before he fixed me with the hottest, most arrogant stare I’d ever seen in my life.

“You’re already on your knees for me, Kai. Why don’t you show me just how sorry you are?”

Fuck yes.

I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward, running a slow line along the length of his cock from root to tip. Exactly how did you give an “ I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m not sorry I wanted to do something nice ” blow job? Were there some kind of rules and regulations?

Did I just do my sloppy best and hope it was enough?

The only other time I’d done this, I was half out of it and completely drunk on wanting him. I was already on my way to being in that exact place again… so I wanted to make it count.

I wanted to experience all of this.

I wanted to experience all of him .

“Look at you…” Nash’s voice was a soft, deep rumble. The fingers that had been so practiced smacking against my still-stinging ass were soft as he threaded them through my hair. “So eager. So willing.”

It was weird how right he was. I’d gone from adamantly denying that I wanted anything to do with a guy to happily getting on my knees so I could worship a monster dick. But… how was I supposed to resist when he looked so mouthwatering?

I couldn’t resist when it felt so good to watch the way his expression went hazy as I licked along the length of him again, then tried to unhinge my jaw like a snake so I could take him to the back of my throat.

As soon as I felt his head hit against the roof of my mouth, I gagged around him, and Nash’s fingers in my hair tightened.

God, he liked watching me struggle, didn’t he? Even though I knew he’d probably wrap his hand around his shaft to make it easier on me if I let him, he liked watching me work for it.

I thought back to the blow jobs I’d had and realized… I’d never really thought about it. It felt good, and I was happy to return the favor, but… I’d never really paid attention to every micro expression on the face of the person I was with. And maybe that meant I was a bad lover.

Or maybe it meant it had never really mattered like it did now. I know I’d never watched anyone’s face when I was between their legs to see the moment their pupils shifted, when a flush of color came up on their cheeks. I never would have willingly put myself in danger of suffocating because it made my partner gasp and shudder, made them tighten their fingers in my hair and urge me down another inch…

Probably because none of my partners had another inch for me to go down before this, but still.

I was so wrapped up in the way he was looking at me that it took me a second to notice when he started to grow thicker beneath my fingers again. We weren’t in the low light of the woods this time, and I wasn’t so cum-drunk that I couldn’t pay attention to what was happening. I licked Nash eagerly, sucking on him harder than I had before because I had a dual purpose now.

I wanted to make him come his brains out so he’d forget that he was angry at me… and I wanted to see his knot. It was a really weird fascination, but… well… the dick I had in my room certainly didn’t have one, and I could only imagine what the orgasm would have been like if it had, since the other one had nearly put me in the hospital.

And as Nash shivered above me and pushed me off his cock, I realized I was going to get my wish.

“Open up, Little Mate. I would see your tongue coated in my spill. I want to watch you fill yourself with it.” He slid two fingers between my lips with a rough insistence that let me know how sensitive they were from being stretched around his girth… but it didn’t matter. My tongue shot out obediently and I took hold of his shaft and pumped him once… twice…

And then groaned as he shuddered above me and started to come.

It was hard to keep my eyes open to watch, hard to concentrate on the feel of his shape changing around my hand. There at the base of his shaft, he started to swell. It made my eyes widen, nearly made me choke on the load he was painting my lips and chin with… but…

Fuck, it felt good in my hands—hot, thick. Tight. I swallowed and leaned forward without thinking, uncaring that I was disobeying his order.

“Kai, wh—oh, gods.” He cut off whatever he was about to say, because my mouth was on him again, and this time I was running my tongue across the length of his knot like I could find a way to get it between my lips the same way I’d tried to take his entire cock down my throat.

The skin there was hotter, tight and taut. The texture beneath my tongue was strange, and when I dipped down to the base of his shaft where the swelling started, and sucked, I felt a stripe of his cum splash across my back as he spurted again.

That was good . I raised my hands and squeezed the knot experimentally. Above me Nash growled, and I realized exactly how much my cock was aching between my legs. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted to climb on top of him and force his dick into my ass the same way I’d done with that dildo, but I was pretty sure he’d completely wreck me from the inside out if I did that.

So I mouthed at his knot again, running my tongue all along the curve of it like I was trying to memorize every inch.

Nash snarled again when I slid my tongue down, lapping at his balls for a second before rolling my attention back to the girth in front of me that wasn’t going down .

He wasn’t going soft.

He was—

“Up,” he snapped, and for a second it seemed like my dick was taking the direction better than my body because it twitched so hard it nearly slapped against my stomach. He didn’t give me time to try to process what he was saying. He used his hands in my hair and pulled me to my feet, yanking me into his lap so I could suddenly feel the press of his cock against me, slick with saliva and cum.

“Nash.” I whined. Actually whined . Jesus, it was like I was in heat or something. Like if I let him stick his dick in me right now, he really would fill me up until it actually took .

The thought made me groan again, and I rolled my hips, voicing it aloud. “If you fucked me right now, d’you think you’d get me pregnant, Nash?”

“Careful, Kai. If you tempt me further – ”

I didn’t want to hear it.

“Fuck me like it could actually happen.” It wasn’t a question, or some sweet ask. It was a demand that I emphasized by sliding my fingers through some of the cum dripping from my chin and lifting myself so I could play against my hole with it.

My body went tense from the touch… because as much as I wanted it—and fuck, I really wanted him—I was still pretty sure there was no way I was going to be able to take him without dying.

And… I was pretty sure it would be worth it. They could write it on my tombstone…

Kai Cross

Died riding the biggest dick of them all.

Proof that apparently no one is straight in the face of orc cock.

I’d take it.

“Do you think your little body can handle that, Kai?” Nash asked, but he was already shifting around to grab a bottle of some clear liquid that I hadn’t noticed beside the bed. He dribbled some onto his fingers so I could see the shine of it in the dim light of the tent. “Do you think you could take me filling you up?”

No, I didn’t think I could at all, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, because I really, really wanted to try. More than I’d wanted anything. No… I didn’t just want it.

“I need it,” I murmured, and realized how true it was. Maybe it was that whole fated-mates thing he kept talking about… because it was getting harder and harder to deny that being around Nash and not being able to touch him was pretty much torture.

I needed him more than I needed air, more than I needed food or water. I was pretty sure if he didn’t fuck me tonight, I might die.

“Kai…” He drew my name out slowly, like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind, one last chance to get out of this with my body intact.

Fuck that, though.

“Fuck, Nash, do you need me to beg? Fine. Please . I need it.” I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly along his lower lip. “I need you.”

I gave him credit for trying to be good, because it was obvious he had… but trying only got you so far when you’d been sleeping in the same room as someone for days on end, feeling their body so close to yours…

Feeling how right everything would be if you just let yourself touch one another.

No more running.

No more denying.

Just… this.

Just us.

He slid his fingers along my spine, trailing oil down to the swell of my ass and teasing against my crack. It was strange, but everywhere it touched my skin, I felt the softest tingle.

“What is that?” The question came out on a gasp when he dipped his hand further and his digits tapped against my hole. My body tensed at the sensation, and he leaned forward, sucking against my neck until I shuddered and pressing wet kisses against my stubble.

“It’s a special oil made so small bodies like yours can handle sex with bodies like mine.”

“I’m not small, I’m—”

He rocked his cock against my ass, and just the feel of his fat head pressing against me was enough to make the words cut off in my throat. He didn’t even say anything, he just arched his brow and looked at me like he was daring me to finish my sentence.

What an asshole.

I pressed my lips together, but that didn’t last for long, because he took that opportunity to slide his finger around the rim of my ass again. The slow, teasing circle drew my breath from my lungs in a punched-out sound that I fed into the curve of his neck. He wasn’t even inside me, and I was already trying to picture exactly how good it would feel to ride him the way I had that damn dildo.

This really was all that stupid thing’s fault.

When I opened my mouth to tell him that, he cut me off with the tip of his finger dipping inside me, just enough to let me feel the tingle that was slowly spreading along my skin catching fire beneath it, tickling my nerve endings and promising me that this was going to be good.

That this was going to be better than anything I’d ever felt before.

He took his time, thrusting just that little half inch in and out of me until my body was squirming and I was the one who rocked back against him, forcing him in deeper. The satisfied grin on his face told me he’d been waiting for that, for me to take charge—like he wanted me to dictate my own pleasure. Lucky for him, I wasn’t the kind of guy who usually gave over control when I was in bed, and I wasn’t about to start now.

“Do you see how good it feels?” he murmured, and I answered by rocking my body back again and forcing his finger in to the knuckle. It should have burned. In theory, I knew it should have burned, but that oil he’d slicked his hand with was doing something magic in my ass, because all I could feel was the way he was stretching me, the way his finger glanced against what I could only assume from a hundred romance novels was my prostate, because I lit up like a damn firecracker and shouted, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers in his long hair so I could keep myself steady.

“I want more.” The demand came out as a low groan, edged on by the tug of my fingers in his hair. Nash seemed more than happy to oblige—he didn’t stop to check in on me, he didn’t ask me if I was sure. He just trusted that I knew my body, and when I rocked back, there was a second finger there with the first. It almost ached, it was almost too much. It felt like he was already filling me up, and I knew that I was nowhere near as full as I’d be when I asked for his cock… because fuck, I was definitely going to ask for his cock. If playing around with that orc dildo had been some kind of warning, I really should have listened.

Nash’s fingers in my ass felt so fucking good, I was pretty sure I was going to get addicted. Scratch that—there was a real possibility I already was, and we’d just gotten started.

I was pretty sure if I didn’t get to have this for the rest of my life, I would actually wither away and die.

Dramatic, maybe? But still true.

I was careful when I tested the way it felt to rock myself up and down on two thick fingers, lifting my body slowly and feeling the burn in my thighs where they bunched as I shifted my weight. When I took him in to the knuckle again, I dropped my head to his shoulder, pressing my nose to the curve of his neck so I could inhale his scent.

“Are you going to fuck me, Nash?” I asked in the softest voice I could. “Are you going to do what you said and fill me up? I don’t think I can fit your knot inside me, but if you try hard enough, maybe we can figure it out. I’d let you split me open if it meant I could feel all of you.”

Dirty talk I could do—dirty talk I’d done so many times before. And maybe it had all been practice for this moment, because Nash let out a low growl that reverberated through my entire body and flipped me over onto the bed.

He came back with three fingers this time, and the feeling of him stuffing them inside me until my ass stretched around the digits was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. I was all talk—fuck, I was all talk. If it weren’t for the magic oil he was using, I’d probably be crying for him to slow down. Instead, I brought my eyes up to meet his.

“Is it good?” There was that moment of concern, but he kept fucking me like he already knew my answer. His fingers crooked, so every time he pulled back he ran over that bundle of nerves that I definitely should have been playing with all along, because it tore the truth from me when I’d intended to keep it to myself.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever done this with… the only person who has ever been inside me.” My body nearly exploded when I felt him add a fourth finger. It stretched me wider than I thought possible—it felt better than anything ever had in my life. “Oh, god… fuck… I… mmmfuck. Yeah, Nash. It’s good. So fucking good… I need to feel all of you.”

Apparently that was enough to push him to the edge of his limits, because he withdrew his fingers and brought the bottle back, upending half the contents of it onto his cock and coating his entire length with it.

God… god, damn it. He was really, really big.

Big and slick and ready to split me open… and fuck me, that was exactly what I wanted. I drew my legs up when he crawled on top of me, and his fingers gripped the back of my thighs to spread me even wider. It took me a second to realize what he was doing—he was staring down the length of my body where he’d fucked me open, where my hole was probably slightly gaping, slick with the oil… waiting for him. Instinctively, I clenched on air and he let out a low groan, rocking forward and pressing the fat head of his cock against my entrance.

“Breathe for me, Little Mate. I will try to be gentle, but you’re too tempting, and I—”

I leaned up, and pressed my mouth to his. “I’m not delicate, Nash, and I’m going to be pissed if you treat me like I am now. I won’t break. Now fuck me with that big monster dick before I tie you down and do it myself.”

He took me at my word and thrust in, and I had to wonder if I was actually the biggest liar that had ever lied. It didn’t hurt—the oil really was magic—but I could still feel the way he was pressing into me, the way I seemed to stretch impossibly around him. The way he was filling me more than anything I’d ever felt in my life. I clenched my body again, and he actually let out a low snarl that vibrated through me where his chest was pressed to mine.

“I want to fill you, to fuck you so hard that my knot forces its way through your tight little hole, Kai. But I will save that…” He thrust in one inch at a time until I could feel the swell at the base of his shaft playing against my entrance, wreaking havoc on my nerves because I could imagine exactly how much more the stretch would be when I had it. “I’ll save it for the day we mate. When I can bury myself inside you and stay there for hours, filling you over and over again until you faint on my knot.”

He started to move while my mind was dancing with the thought of him doing exactly what he’d said. His slow, shallow thrusts still felt like they were burning straight through me, hitting behind my ribcage, threatening to split me wide open even though his knot kept him from bottoming out. As filthy as his talk was, I could tell he was still holding back. He worked, lifting my leg slightly so the next time he thrust in, his cockhead pressed firmly against that little bundle of nerves again when he dragged himself out.

“Fuck… right there. That’s good .” My fingers tangled in his hair again, and my other leg lifted like I could wrap it around him and pull him closer. I wanted more. I wanted so much more. He was still holding so much back, making sure my first time was good, that it was everything I could ever want.

That it was everything I’d never known to dream about until I met him.

This time, when he rocked forward, I canted my hips up, so the pressure of his knot was even more firm against my already stretched entrance—I wondered if I really would be able to force it through some day if we fucked enough.

Because I wanted to fuck him again.

And again.

So many fucking times.

“Harder,” I finally panted, ready to beg if I had to, and I think he knew it. This time when he fucked into me, I felt that pressure tighter against my ass. He brought his oil-drenched fingers up and wrapped them around my cock, and my lids fluttered shut when he started to pump me in time with his slow, steady thrusts.

“There’s so much more I will give you, Little Mate. So much more I want to show you.” His voice was a low rumble against my skin, playing havoc on my senses as he thrust into me harder, faster, like he was keeping perfect pace with the thundering of my heart and the way my body seemed to demand more.

More.

“More.” I said it like he drew the word out of me, and he squeezed the base of my shaft, then dropped his head to catch my mouth in a filthy kiss as he gave in to my demand.

I didn’t realize how much he’d been holding back until then, because the next thrust caught me off guard, punching the air from my lungs and making me scream against his lips—it was like he’d planned it, because he drank the sound down hungrily.

Nash kept up a relentless pace, fucking into me over and over and over until I was a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him and I was pretty sure I was going to blow my load.

“Nash… Nash, I’m almost there, I want… mmm… fuck… more.”

More.

If he gave me any more, I might actually fly apart, but he took me at my word and stopped, pressing his dick as deep inside me as he could, so the swell of his knot was so much pressure I was seeing stars… and then he pumped my cock until my body spasmed around him and I came on a shout.

My vision was hazy when I realized he’d stopped working my shaft—it took me a second to focus on why, and when I did, I nearly lost it. He held his cum-drenched fingers up between us, licked a small stripe along his thick digits, and then dropped his hand back down. I thought he was going to take hold of my dick again at first… but he kept going lower.

Lower.

Lower, until I felt the press of one digit against the tight stretch of my ass.

“When my knot is in you, it will be so much more than this… but Kai… mmm… I love the thought of us mixing inside you.” Nash rocked one finger forward, sliding just the tip of his digit in alongside his cock and I completely lost it—my back bowed and I felt my body spasm in some kind of orgasm aftershock that shouldn’t have been possible, but apparently orc dick magic didn’t care.

When I felt a splash of heat against my stomach, Nash started to move again in slow, shallow thrusts that worked his finger in alongside his cock.

I couldn’t take it.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck… come… I wanna feel it. Nash, I need to feel it.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the feel of his finger adding the extra bit of tightness or my begging, but Nash came on a roar I was pretty sure everyone in the camp could hear. It was a good thing I didn’t care—better that I couldn’t think of it anymore when the sudden wash of heat filling my ass completely pushed me over into absolute orgasm nirvana. My body clenched and spasmed while Nash pumped his seed into me, curling over me and kissing me so hard I was pretty sure he drew blood.

I didn’t care.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

All I could do was feel … and all I could feel was exactly how right this was.

Exactly how perfect this was.

Exactly how my body had been made to fit against Nash’s.

I didn’t realize he was slowing down until he rolled off me, pulling his cock free from my ass, though he kept his finger buried inside. He gave me a few more quick, shallow thrusts, rocking the tip of the digit against my prostate until I raised my arm and weakly tried to slap him.

“You’re going to kill me.” The words came out in a slur, and I lolled my head to the side to get a look at him.

Pleasure was painted across his features, but underneath that was a warmth… affection I’d never seen directed toward me before him.

That look made me feel like I was floating even more than the orgasm had.

Shit… this felt an awful lot like…

Fate.