Page 38 of Enchanted with the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #4)

Tasia

I stood frozen just inside the doorway next to the kitchen, staring straight ahead, but seeing nothing. Enka had a ring that he was going to propose with ? I didn’t know if I’d ever been more surprised by anything in my entire life.

I’d known that we were enjoying each other physically , and yes, I was also catching all the feelings, but I hadn’t thought that we were serious enough for something like rings . Still, hearing my two favorite people discuss rings and weddings and proposals had my heart fluttering.

I clutched at my chest, feeling the strong pounding of my heart. Enka wanted more . He wanted us to be a family. And I wanted that more than anything.

But could I? I would be pulling him into the mess that I’d made for myself. A mess that I’d needed his help to clean up because I’d been too naive. Too stupid to do it myself.

Swallowing hard, I pressed my forehead against the wall, letting the cool smoothness center me. There were ways that I could deal with this.

First, I’d need to handle the David situation.

I’d gotten myself into it and I would find a way to get myself out.

I’d been an idiot, avoiding the police, when I’d had so much evidence.

Squaring my shoulders, I peeked around the edge of the door toward the room where Enka and my little girl were together.

The two most important people in my world. I was going to find a way to protect them. I just had to ensure that they didn’t get into any trouble when I did.

Licking my dry lips, I pasted a smile on my face before going out toward them.

“One more,” Gabbi insisted, holding up another book toward me with an imperious tone that I was going to have to get stern with and not laugh at… eventually. Not tonight. Tonight was about cuddles, snuggles and kisses from my sweet girl.

“Alright,” I murmured against her hair, and she nestled herself between Enka and I on the bed. Gabbi had insisted that Enka was a necessary addition to our nightly routine. The shock and then delight in his expression when she’d told him had made what was left of my heart fling itself at him.

I love him.

I knew it, Gabbi probably knew it and he would have to have missed all the signs if he didn’t know it already.

“This is the best one, Abu,” Gabbi told Enka with a serious tone. The same tone she’d used to announce the same thing for the previous two books we’d read together.

It wasn’t long before her little head was drooping and she was drooling all over Enka’s shirt. The softness in his gaze as he pressed a gentle kiss to her head was enough to have me leaning over to press a brief kiss to his lips.

His eyes widened as he switched his gaze from our sleeping daughter to me in confusion.

I smiled at him, tilting my head toward the door of the bedroom.

He licked his lips, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed.

He eased out of the bed, ensuring that Gabbi was lifted and placed on her side of the bed.

He tucked her in with gentle care before straightening and eyeing me. That was when he turned and quietly hustled his fine ass outside. I smothered a laugh as I pressed a kiss to our daughter’s head and moved toward the door, too.

The door closed behind us.

“Did you need something?” he asked me, cupping my cheeks and searching my face .

My heart was in my throat as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what to say to him. Everything that was bubbling inside me that needed to get out might be too much, too soon.

Instead, I pressed my lips to his. He pulled away, searching my face for another long moment before he buried his face in my throat with a sharp, long inhalation. “Your scent,” he murmured against my neck, and my aching heart started galloping. “It’s my beacon home.”

It was like a gut-punch. Every time he said something like that, it only made my belief stronger that he felt the same way that I did.

Still, I couldn’t claim him until I’d gotten rid of the problem that I’d created for myself—for my family.

I just needed to show him… one more time. Then I’d do what I had to do.

The sofa wasn’t close to the door, but it didn’t seem to matter to him.

He was so big, more than twice my size, and millions of times stronger than I was.

I sucked in a quick breath, beyond turned on when he lifted me without any difficulty, as if I was a doll or a pet.

He tossed me to the sofa and I bounced for a second, dizzy with lust.

I was disoriented and out of breath. Lost for him.

I love him so much.

I didn’t have time to focus on the thought.

He didn’t give me a moment to find my way.

His fingers hooked into the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down my legs, at the same time as my underwear.

I didn’t give any resistance at all, because a moment later he was there, on his knees next to the sofa, staring down at what he uncovered.

My bare pussy.

He didn’t wait, didn’t look at me or say a word.

And maybe he was desperate for me the way I was for him, because he touched me without hesitating.

His thumb gave a firm but gentle pressure against my folds, teasing them apart, baring how I was dripping for him.

Starting just beneath my clit, he swiped down in a stroke that made my legs twitch.

He did it again, dipping his finger inside my opening as he did.

I gasped, but it didn’t distract him from his goal.

He stared at the place where just the barest hint of his finger is inside me, and for a moment, I wonder if this is affecting him.

If he’s as in control as he looks, but when he speaks, I can hear it in his voice.

A low hum. A hard edge that has never been there before.

“I dreamt of you,” he murmured, licking his lips as he kept looking.

“Of doing exactly what I’m going to do. And for the longest while,” he added, dipping his finger in deeper until my back arched, shoving my breasts hard against the cotton of my shirt.

“I thought I’d never have you. That I’d have to be your friend and that would be it. ”

He ran his nose across the crease of my inner thigh and I whimpered, wanting his tongue on me more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life and dreading it at the same time.

It’s already too good.

“But then you let me have you,” he groaned, his dark lashes sweeping open to show the pitch black of his eyes. They were completely dilated—and he was right at the edge of his control. “And now I’m never going to stop.”

I swallowed hard, wondering if I was going to combust into flames. His thumb moved up again, and this time he allowed it to graze my clit. I arched my back again, biting a moan into my lower lip.

“I’m going to fuck you every way I’ve imagined. Every way I’ve pictured since I met you. Since I tried to picture you when I was a teenager fucking his fist for the first time.”

I feel myself clench around nothing. His dirty talk was filthy , and I loved every second of it. My heart was racing and I was immediately on the verge of—something, I wasn’t even sure.

But then he moved his thumb and I heard myself whine, but I couldn’t recognize the voice. I’d never heard it from myself. I sounded desperate and needy. A little out of control. A lot out of control if I was being honest with myself.

But his thumb was gone and the realization that I could come so hard if he’d just left it there, touching me, was almost too much to bear.

I didn’t need much. I just needed it anywhere.

With anything. But he didn’t and I had to admit to myself that it’s not that far away from the truth that I just might cry.

“Tasia.”

“Yes?” I didn’t honestly think I’d be able to respond in a normal-sounding voice, but there we were.

“You’ll tell me if I go too far, right?” he asked, belying his previous announcement that he was going to take me any way he wanted me. I smiled, giving him a nod, but he just looked up at me until I parted my lips and gasped,

“Yes.”

But I never will.

It was all too good for that. Everything he did to me was too good.

“You’re even wetter than before,” he murmured, dipping his thumb inside once more and my head fell back onto the sofa.

I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t even sure he wanted a response. I rolled my hips, praying that he would bless me with his finger once more. My pussy gave a greedy little flutter as he gave the opening a solid rub but didn’t go inside.

I groaned with frustration—inside my head—not wanting him to decide to take away what little he was giving me.

“Do you like being mine?” he asked, dipping his nose down the side of my pussy again and I sob out a yes that’s basically a babble of nonsense.

It’s so stupid that I like the word. Love the word, and I shouldn’t want it as much as I do, but I do .

And I’m ashamed of the moan that leaves my mouth, but he presses a hand to it, his huge palm covering the entire bottom half of my face, curved over my jaw.

My eyes widened, but instead of reacting the way I thought I would, I almost came, my eyes rolling back in my head at the control he had over me—but would never abuse.

“Shhh, my mate,” he whispered. “Gruk-ir’s in the other room. You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you be?”

I was confused for a moment. I couldn’t grasp what he was saying. The way he was speaking to me. The grip he had on my face. The mix of control and gentleness. He’d never hurt me and I knew it.

“Can you?” he asked again, his twinkling eyes staring at me, glittering in the darkness.

I nodded against his palm, while the other one stroked fingers down my belly.

His pleased grin worked me up that much higher.

“If you can’t,” he murmured, moving down again until he ran his stubbled cheek against the soft skin of my stomach, “then just bite.” He pulled his hand away a bit, the span still remarkable, caging my cheeks and right by my lips.

I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that I could do what he asked and he didn’t need to worry, but it immediately turned out to be a lie.

The first time he made me come with his mouth, it turned out to be in five seconds flat. It was just his tongue, flat and unyielding against my clit and when I shuddered under him, Enka groaned like the pleasure was his.

I really thought I could be quiet, but instead, I keened against his palm like my world was coming to an end.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he told me in a low, rumbling voice that vibrated against me. He ran his tusk over my skin there, spreading his scent on me before burying his face back in my cunt and a handful of moments later, I was coming again. “Already? Gods, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned.

He continued to suck and lick against my clit, eating me out like I was made of everything he needed to survive.

Without warning, the pleasure changed to something else.

Something bigger and scarier. I can feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.

Leaking down the way my pussy was dripping onto his fingers as they pressed into me.

“Enka!” My voice broke into a sob. I arched my back again, my head tilted back, convulsing under him.

It was too much. Too intense. Too everything.