Page 22 of Falling for the Grumpy Orc (Monsters of Saltford Bay #1)
Chapter Seventeen
Gerralt
I watch her, my shaft throbbing in anticipation as Cassidy's eyes flick down to my crotch.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in the full length of my straining cock.
The pale-green tip is engorged and glistens with a drop of pre-cum.
Veins stand out along the shaft, throbbing with my heartbeat, and her gaze follows them down to where my balls hang, heavy and tight, ready to fill her with my seed.
The hunger in her eyes sends a thrill down my spine that makes my cock twitch and my balls tighten. Everything about her small, delicate form makes me on edge and I feel a surge of possessiveness through me.
I know what this is. I’ve never experienced it before, but I’ve heard all the tales. The instinct to mate her is impossible to resist.
And she’s so willing. But even through the fog of lust, I know it’s not enough for her to be willing to have sex with me to proceed with a mating.
She needs to understand what this means before I mate her. Needs to understand that there is no walking back that line once we cross it. Not for me, at least.
“Okay, that’s a lot to take in.” She licks her lips and takes in a shaky breath. “Pun totally intended.”
She reaches out, her fingers ghosting along my rigid length. It takes a lot of restraint not to buck my hips into her grip to increase the contact, but I manage it. I want to give her time to touch and explore me.
After all, she can touch me all she wants. I know I will never want another woman’s hands on my cock after tonight.
Her touch is light, tentative, and my shaft twitches as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me when she slides her finger along the slit at the head of my cock. I clench my jaw, fighting for control.
"Your veins are so hard and raised," she breathes, and her fingers curl around my shaft, exerting a gentle pressure that threatens to send my self-control flying through the window. “And the head is wider, too.”
A low, primal rumble builds in my chest as her touch becomes bolder, less hesitant.
"Orc males are built for the pleasure of our mates," I explain, my voice a gravelly purr. I watch her reaction, feeling my own pulse along the veins running on the outside of my shaft. "The veins and ridges are designed to stimulate the female. They increase sensitivity and pleasure during mating."
A rueful smile plays on her lips, and she meets my gaze as she wraps her fingers around the girth of it and squeezes for an agonizing, blissful moment.
“Well, that's certainly a well-kept secret.” She bites her lower lip, her pink tongue poking between those perfect lips for just a glimpse. “And a welcome one at that.”
I can't help but chuckle at her playful tone, a deep sound that vibrates through my chest.
"Princess." I pause, swallowing as her thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum that has formed there. "I want nothing more but to make you scream my name until your voice runs out and mark my seed all over that pretty face and tits."
She opens her mouth at my crude words and I have to fist my hands at my sides to refrain from grabbing her, pulling her down to her knees, and fucking her mouth like a savage.
Like in the Old Ways, when my ancestors stole females in the dead of the night and ravaged them until pleasure marked them as mates.
But I do not want to take agency away from Cassidy and I remain still, letting her explore me at her own pace.
I want to be hers, and the realization shakes me to my core. Cassidy has gotten under my skin, and I'm sure of only one thing. I don’t want to break free.
With a growl of impatience, I kick off my pants and socks, freeing my legs. Her gaze follows the movement, her eyes lingering on my now-bared ass. I watch as her gaze travels back up, meeting my eyes, and I see the desire burning in her hazel depths.
In one smooth motion, she hops down from the countertop, coming to stand before me.
Her eyes stay locked on mine as she leans forward, her tongue peeking out to lick the tip of my cock.
I’m so much taller than her, she doesn’t even have to kneel down, just bend a bit at the waist. A guttural groan escapes my throat as her warm breath washes over the sensitive head.
I swallow, fighting the urge to thrust my hips forward and take what I crave.
I want to be inside her. Claim her. Mark her.
Instead, I grit my teeth, reveling in the torture as she wraps those pretty pink lips around the head of my cock just like she did so often in my dreams. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she takes me in, inch by inch, until I feel the constriction of her throat.
I tangle my hands in her hair, fighting the urge to guide her, to thrust my hips.
I want to, but I restrain myself, letting her set the pace.
Her fingers trail lightly over my balls as she bobs her head, taking me deeper with each movement. I let out a strangled moan, my muscles straining as I struggle to hold back. I don't want to come yet, not like this. I want to be inside her when I find my release, buried deep within her heat.
With a final lick, I pull her head away. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with desire.
"I’m going to fuck you now, Princess." My voice is gone, replaced by the growl of a savage. “And I’m going to make you come all over my cock.”
Her lovely lips are parted, a dazed look on her face, as I scoop her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I bring her down easily, her slight weight nothing to my strength. I lower her until the tip of my cock rests at the wet heat of her entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, my gaze on hers.
She nods, her face softening. "I trust you, Gerralt."
Her words send a rush of protectiveness through me. I want to cherish her, to give her pleasure beyond anything she's ever known.
She leans in, her lips meeting mine. She's already wet and ready for me, her heat drawing me in. With a gentle push, I slide into her. Her lips part and the tip of my cock pierces her body. She takes a sudden breath in as I pause, allowing her body time to adjust to my size.
A soft whimper escapes her as I stretch her, and I freeze, my eyes searching hers.
"Am I hurting you?"
Her eyes flash, and she growls low in her throat.
"Don't you dare stop. If you do, I'll bite you."
A chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I obey, slowly withdrawing before thrusting forward again, burying myself deep within her.
Her body accepts me, inch by inch, until I'm fully sheathed in her heat.
She's so tight, her walls clenching around me like a velvet vise, massaging my cock with each movement.
I lose myself in the sensation of being surrounded by her, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move with more purpose.
I set a steady rhythm, determined to hold back, to give her time for pleasure to rise again in her body.
Her breath comes in sharp pants, her head falling back as she arches against me, meeting my thrusts.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I know I've left marks on her perfect skin, but I don't care.
The sight of her, tossed into oblivion by my cock, is enough to send me spiraling toward the edge .
“Gerralt.” My name is a breath of air on her lips. “Gerralt…”
She cries out, her voice echoing in the room, and I know she’s close to finding her release again.
“That’s it, Princess,” I croon. “Come for me. Come all around my cock so I can fill you with my seed.”
I feel her walls clench around me as she climaxes, her inner muscles gripping me, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. I thrust harder, faster, driven by my primal need to claim her, to brand her. With each movement, I go deeper, my balls slapping against her ass.
It's too much for me, and I let go, my body tensing as I spill myself into her, marking her as mine. My release washes over me, and I tilt my head back, a feral roar ripping through my lips as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
As I come back to myself, I realize what I've done. I've claimed her, marked her with my seed, and the possessiveness of the act sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
She's mine, and no one will take her from me.
Holding her still-trembling form, I realize that nothing has ever felt this right. She's like a piece of me that I never even knew I missed.
I tighten my grip on her, my hands smoothing over her soft skin as I come back to myself.
My shaft twitches inside her, already eager for more.
I've never felt this insatiable need with anyone before, and I know it's more than just physical attraction.
It's a need that goes bone-deep, soul-deep, and I don't know how to explain it to her.
Cassidy shifts, drawing my attention back to the moment. I meet her gaze, searching for any sign of regret, but I find none. Instead, her eyes are hazy with pleasure, her lips curved in a contented smile .
"That was…" She trails off, and a satisfied hum rumbles in her throat. "Wow."
I chuckle, my hands holding her still in my arms, my cock still inside her.
"I'd like to think so."
Her gaze flickers to where we're still joined, and she bites her lip.
"I want more, but I'm not sure I can handle you again so soon."
"We don't have to rush." My voice is gentle as I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her arms tighten around me, and we stay like that, joined as one, basking in the afterglow of our passion.
Not too long after, I walk her into her new bedroom and lay her in the blankets, tuck her in, then climb in after her.
There’s no place in the world I would rather be than right there.
In my mate’s bed.