Page 34 of Enchanted with the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #4)

Tasia

E nka gave a gentle push with his huge palm against my shoulder blades to make me arch toward him, and then closed his mouth against my breast—all teeth and tongue and wonderful, delicious suction.

I whimpered against the back of my hand, because I’d never known—had never thought that I’d be so sensitive.

My nipples were tight and raw and almost sore, and if he didn’t do something, I’d—

“You’re the only flavor I crave, my mate,” he whispered in a guttural voice, and my pussy clenched with aching emptiness.

His palm pressed against my spine, and I arched a little more—offering myself up to him. Whatever he needed, however he needed me.

He could fit my entire breast in his mouth. All of it—and they’d gotten larger after I’d had Gabbi. His fangs grazed the skin, dull but still there and it was unimaginably erotic. He could eat me alive if he wanted to, but instead, he was taking the time to pleasure me as much as he could.

He groaned in the back of his throat, and it was clear that he’d love to swallow me whole. Frazzled, I wondered if I should touch him, too—I was the one who’d wanted this, and it made sense that I should ensure that being with me wasn’t a chore for him.

Should I touch his cock?

He could tell me how he liked it. I could learn. I didn’t have much experience with orcs, but I was certain that biologically, they would like the same things—

“Is this okay?” I must have lingered too long inside my head, because he was looking up at me with a frown, his thumb swiping back and forth on my hip, his thumb claw dragging along the button for my jeans, not opening it. “You’re tense.” His voice was strained.

He was cupping his cock almost absentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while—when his eyes fell on the hard points of my nipples, on where my stomach shivered, where the stretch marks from my daughter had always made me self-conscious but now, his heated stare was driving those thoughts away. “We don’t have to—”

“I want to. I said I did.”

His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter what you said before. Or what you think I expect. You can always change your mind.”

“I won’t.” The way he was looking at me, I was sure he’d protest again.

But he just rested his forehead on my sternum, his breath warm against the skin he’d just licked, and let his fingertips pop the top button of my jeans.

The sound of the zipper was loud in the silence of the night.

I lifted my hips as he dragged them down.

When we were settled again, he regained his position, nuzzling the skin of my neck, bracketing it with his tusks.

His thick fingers traced the elastic of my panties, dipping under the thin, plain cotton.

He pulled away to stare down at me for a long moment, and neither of us said anything.

That was when his gaze dipped. He licked his plump lips as he eyed what had to be a huge wet spot on my panties.

In that moment, seeing the way he wanted me, my shyness was shoved to the side and a wanton part of me spread my legs for him.

His lips parted, his breath coming faster. As if he was panting.

He hooked his finger in the elastic and pushed the cotton to the side.

I peeked down, craning my neck to see over my stomach.

I was glistening, swollen and plump to my own eyes, way too far ahead, considering that we’d barely done anything.

Too eager. A shiver of embarrassment went up my spine. “I’m sorry.”

There were two kinds of heat, the one curling tight at the bottom of my stomach, and the one rising to my cheeks. I could barely tell them apart. “I’m . . .”

“Perfect.” He wasn’t actually talking to me.

More to himself it seemed. Focused on the way his fingertip sank so easily between my folds, parting them and gliding back and forth until I threw back my head and closed my eyes because the pleasure was twisting, moving, thrumming through me and I couldn’t —

“You are so beautiful.” The words were a rough whisper, ripped from inside him. Like he wasn’t sure they were the right ones, but he was going to say them anyway. “Can I?”

It took her several heartbeats to realize that he was referring to his huge middle finger, to the way it was circling around my entrance and pushing slowly into it. A light pressure right at the rim. Soaking it already.

I moaned. “Anything,” I breathed. “You can do anything to me.”

He licked my nipple, a silent thank-you, and pushed inside. Or… he tried. I hissed and so did he, with a quiet, hoarse “Fuck.”

He had such big fingers—big everything. That was probably why they couldn’t fit.

The first knuckle was almost too much. A tense, pinching ache and the sensation of wet, slightly uncomfortable fullness.

I shifted on my heels, trying to adjust myself around the intrusion so I could make room, and then I shifted some more, until he had to grip my hip with his other hand to keep me still.

I clung to his shoulders, his skin sweat-slicked and sweltering hot under my palms.

His thumb grazed me, and I whimpered. “It’s okay, my mate,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to my nipple. “Relax.”

I can’t . Though, if I had to be honest, the way his finger was curving inside me—it was already getting better. It didn’t hurt so much now, and I was even wetter. If he touched me there , on that spot that I hadn’t known existed… my head lolled back. I clutched his muscles with my nails.

“There? Is that a good spot?”

I wanted to say no, tell him that it was too much, but before I could part my lips to do that, he did it again, until I couldn’t stay silent anymore, all whimpers and groans and increasingly obscene, wet noises. Until he tried to get a little deeper inside, and I couldn’t help wincing.

“What is it?” His voice was his regular voice, but a million times raspier. “Does it hurt?”

“No— Oh .”

He looked up, all flushed pale skin against dark waves. “Why are you so tense, Tasia? Am I doing something wrong?”

“I—not.” I wasn’t sure what compelled me to continue. Anyone would know that it was a terrible idea, but there wasn’t any room left for lies now that we were so close together. I swallowed hard, confessing, “Only ever with David.”

Enka went still. Completely motionless. His muscles flexed, coiled strength under my palms, and then they just stayed like that, tense and still as he stared down at me. “Tasia.”

I was left breathless as his large palm cupped the side of my face and brought it down for a warm, laughing, slow kiss.

Maybe I was a little inexperienced when it came to sex.

But I really hadn’t thought about it for ages before Enka, and even then, this wasn’t what I’d been expecting—him above me, spreading my legs wide open with his big palms on my inner thighs and then kneeling between them. Sliding down, going low...

“Wait,” I gasped. “What are you—”

The way he parted me with his tongue, it was as though I was the meal he’d been waiting for his entire life.

He was slow but sure and steady, and didn’t stop when my thigh stiffened against his palm, or when I tried to squirm away.

He just grunted, the sound low and rich; then ran his nose down the skin under my stomach, inhaling deeply as if he was apologizing but then he buried his face into my pussy once more.

“Enka—stop,” I begged, and for a moment he just nuzzled his face against my folds like he had no intention of doing any such thing. Then he lifted his head, eyes foggy, as if coming to the realization that he should be listening to me.

“Mmm?” His lips vibrated against me.

“Maybe… Should you stop?”

He went still, his hand tightening around my thighs. “Did you change your mind?” he demanded, and I was certain he meant it to be a gentle question, but urgency was pushing him hard.

“No. But shouldn’t we be doing something we both enjoy?”

He frowned, his face a mask of confusion. “You’re not liking this? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No! Well, I don’t actually know , because I’ve never…” The line between his eyebrows deepened. “But we should just… have sex. That way we can both have a good time instead of just me.”

The next thing I felt was the flat of his tongue against my clit, pressing just enough to make me clench and exhale in a rush.

The pointed tip was circling around it, which was such a tiny movement, and yet it sent my hand straight to my mouth.

It made me bite the fleshy part of my palm to stop myself from screaming and waking up Gabbi.

“Enka!” My voice sounded like someone else’s. I kept it low, but it was broken “But I thought…”

“You said I should do something I enjoy.” His breath was hot against me. “ This is something I love .”

“You can’t possibly want to—”

He squeezed my leg. “I can’t think of a moment since I’ve met you that I didn’t want to.”

It was so intimate. But I couldn’t protest when he looked so spellbound, staring at me, at my face, my breasts, my pussy—my entire body, as if I was the most beautiful thing in the world. As if I was something he coveted with his whole heart.

His hand was so big, open over my abdomen and holding me down, inching higher and closer to my breasts, but never close enough. Sprawled back on the giant sofa-bed, I was a little embarrassed of how squishy my stomach was. Of the way it rolled over and the cellulite in my legs.

The fact that I hadn’t shaved, so there was body hair everywhere . In all the places that I hadn’t thought he’d be seeing tonight. Definitely not burying his face in. Enka, though, didn’t seem to mind.

“Wouldn’t you rather— ”

A nip with those fangs. “No.”

“I didn’t even say—”

He glanced up. “There isn’t anything I’d rather do.”

“But—”

He sucked on one of my lips with a wet, loud noise, and I gasped. Then his tongue was inside me—thick and long—and I moaned, half in surprise, half in ecstasy.

Oh, yes .

“Fuck,” someone said. It wasn’t me—I was pretty sure of that, but couldn’t be certain—so it must have been him. “Fuck.”