Page 17 of Enchanted with the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #4)

Tasia

T he dip of someone on the bed was what brought me to awareness first. Kneeling on the bed.

I reached out to him—instinctively knowing it was a male—but he didn’t touch my fingers.

Instead, he yanked my hips closer. I gasped in shock, but my heels remained on his shoulders, exactly where he’d placed them.

For some reason, I liked it—the tiny bit of roughness. Just the smallest hint of violence behind the movement. The breaking of steadfast control over his strength.

Enka.

He parted me with his thumb, my pussy glistening and slick for him.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice a low groan.

“Am I?” I gasped, never being one to get wet quickly. It was something I’d always thought was a problem with me. Maybe it was about who I was with, instead.

His deep growl sent a shiver through my entire body. My fingers clenched in the blankets around us. He was acting like he loved this—enthusiastically enjoying it—and he hadn’t even started.

My breath hitched, my thighs tightening around his ears. He rubbed his face all over my cunt, basking in my scent, and I tilted my pelvis to rub against his mouth.

“I want to do this every day for the rest of our lives,” he purred, and I wanted that too. More than I’d ever wanted anything.

I was so close. His thick tongue swiped through my pussy before delving deep. And that was when he gave my clit a hard suck. My back arched and I shuddered against him, my stomach contracting under his huge palm, where he was pinning me to the bed.

I released a plaintive breath. He looked up at me with those dark eyes, a playful smirk on his lips, running a tusk along my inner thigh and it was everything I could do to not grip them and drag him up my body.

“Not yet,” he purred, looking down at my soaking, swollen pussy. I was so close. Next came a thick finger. I moaned, gripping the sheets around me, and he added another.

My eyes squeezed shut as my body twisted, unused to so much pleasure. It was a game-changer. Nothing had ever been like this.

Goddess Mother, am I going to survive this ?

I canted my hips against him, not even sure what I was asking him for. He crooked his fingers, and my vision blurred. Thighs trembling, I saw stars as he took a long, luscious suck on my clit. It was like lighting a match.

I contracted around his fingers before I knew what was happening.

I released a shocked, breathless gasp, my back arching with pure pleasure, my eyes open but unable to see anything, my lips parted on a scream that never came.

It was like being hit by a freight train.

So much sensation, my body was overwhelmed.

In the next moment, I was awake, my breath coming in pants and my nightshirt sticky with sweat. I looked around in the darkness of the room, expecting to see someone—expecting to see him —but I was all alone except for my daughter on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

Shame coated the back of my throat. What the hell was that ?

I covered my face with my hands, scrubbing hard, trying to ground myself and hoping— praying —that the dream wasn’t the premonition I thought it was.

I was under siege and I didn’t know how to fix it. As it turned out, the suite—while large in theory—was actually the tiniest space that had ever existed. There was nowhere I could look or move that wasn’t filled by Enka’s scent and presence.

It didn’t help that he seemed to want to be around as much as possible. He checked in with Darak, but he’d been with us all day. All day .

I wasn’t used to being surrounded by that much masculine energy. I eyed the muscles bulging in his white shirt—the one that he’d refused to change from after Gabbi had splattered him with cheese, seeming proud to be wearing the stains instead.

Something was happening in the region of my chest when it came to him. A curious melting that I was seriously hoping wasn’t affection, but I had a terrible feeling it was. It didn’t help that the easiest way to my heart was through my daughter and she adored him.

He was her favorite playmate now, comfortable to climb all over him while they built a tower of blocks that she used his shoulders to stand on while she pretended she was a terrifying beast that toppled it over.

Watching them together, seeing how gentle he was and the care he took with her was awakening something inside of me. Something I had considered long dead. And for my sanity, I needed it to stay dead.

I looked away from where they were playing, struggling to find anything else to take my attention, but my gaze was drawn right back to them like a magnet. Gabbi was cackling at the destruction that they’d wrought with the fallen blocks.

His amused gaze met mine, as if he was sharing the moment with me and the blow to my already battered emotions was almost too much. Gabbi was ready to scramble down from his shoulders, but he shook his head.

“Not there, Gruk-ir. Let me put you on the sofa so you won’t step on them. Your feet are too soft and they’ll hurt you,” he insisted, and the overprotective statement shouldn’t make me swoon, but it did.

It’s just not fair that he’s this perfect!

I didn’t need to be feeling the way that I was feeling. I wished there was some way to escape but it was the safest place that I could be with my daughter.

I eyed his huge form for another moment before squeezing my eyes shut. He would be the perfect father. It was so different from what I already knew about men that it was throwing me for a loop. The only person I could compare him to was David.

I hadn’t realized it until later on in our relationship but he was just as bad at being a father as he was at being a husband. My mind drifted back to the time when he found out that I was pregnant.

It’d been a month after our wedding, which was a tiny affair only attended by my coven—who came to support me but were honest that they didn’t like David much. They stayed in their seats and there was no ceremony for them in the way there would be for other witches who married.

That should have been my first sign. The other witches had tried to warn me. The leader of our coven had looked at me with such sad eyes that I had—for a minute—rethought my marriage.

But instead of following through, I’d ignored all the warning signs and forged ahead thinking that I was doing the right thing for myself. I fought against all of my witch training which told me that the coven made decisions together.

Now I stared down at the tiny sign on the pregnancy test and instead of the immense joy I should have been feeling there was nothing but trepidation. There had been little signs that were growing more and more foreboding.

The first time he hit me had been a week after the wedding. I’d slept in and instead of being awoken with a soft kiss, he’d shaken me awake and slapped me across the face.

“You didn’t make breakfast! That’s a wife’s duty,” he said. “What the hell was the point of marrying you if you can’t even do something as simple as having breakfast ready for your husband?”

I’d sat there in shock, not knowing what to do. I’d all but abandoned my coven for this male. Confused and not knowing what to do, I’d stared up at him with my lips parted in horror. That was when the apology started.

He seems so genuinely contrite, telling me that he was stressed at work and he was so very sorry. I’d believed him and not leaving that first time was the biggest mistake of my life.

It was little things that triggered him after that. A look from a stranger in my direction. Something I hadn’t done the way he wanted.

The little things were adding up and I was beginning to see my mistake when that little positive test told me everything that I needed to know. There was a knock on the bathroom door and I knew I couldn’t stay in there any longer.

With shaking hands, I took the test out with me and held it out to him. He’d been the one who asked me to take it.

“What’s it say?” he asked, with expectation.

In a trembling voice, I said, “I-I’m pregnant.”

With a whoop of elation, David had me in his arms and spun me around. Confused, I held onto his shoulders and wondered for the millionth time if I was wrong about him. He was so happy about this.

I always wanted children. Maybe this would be the thing that would fix us. At the same time there was something stirring in my gut that was burning and churning.

He’d taken me to our favorite restaurant to celebrate. We had the most amazing dinner since before we were married. He was being romantic and pulled out all the stops celebrating in a way that I hadn’t realized he could.

He was the male that I’d fallen in love with again. Maybe I’d been right. The glowing feeling grew inside of me as hope began spilling out. This wasn’t a mistake. I’d been wrong to think that he couldn’t change.

I pressed my head to his shoulder in the car as he clasped my hand in his, running his thumb against my wedding ring. “I’m so happy,” he said. “Are you?”

“I am,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his jaw. This was all that I ever wanted. This type of relationship. And with the baby, I was about to have it. The real thing. He finally seemed happy. Settled .

We were both silent as he continued to drive. I stayed where I was, pressed up against him. I was looking out the window when his hand on my hand tightened.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Just that this might be the best thing that ever happened to us,” I told him honestly. When he tensed, I should’ve realized I said something wrong.

“So us getting together is not the best thing that ever happened to us?” he asked, keeping his tone low and angry.

I scrambled to reply. To try to figure out what he wanted me to say. Walking on eggshells was common with David.

“O-of course you’re the best thing to happen to me,” I tried to find a way to fix it. The last thing I needed was for him to get angry right now. “I just meant that this baby will be a great addition to the family.”