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Epilogue

Beryl

“ D oing chores with you is fantastic. Phew.” I grinned up at the ceiling then turned to look at Kjartan.

My post-orgasmic bliss was mirrored on his face. He grinned at me, both tusks on display.

Oh, my beautiful man.

I rolled around on the sheets we had put on the bed before we got...sidetracked. I groaned like an eighty-year-old and snuggled into his sweaty chest.

“Are you alright, Vindur?” Kjartan asked, cuddling me closer and resting his hand on my naked hip. “Did I fuck you too hard?”

“Never.”

He kissed the top of my head.

“Good, because that was so hot I want to repeat it before we have lunch.”

My ass is going to be so sore.

“Where do you get your stamina from, my love?”

“I don’t know,” he purred, pulling his hands free, and nudging me on my front. “You are just so beautiful and feel so good around my cock…” His voice trailed off as he kissed and licked down my spine. “I can never get enough of how good you look with my cock in that pretty pink hole.”

Gods!

I moaned when my ass clenched and a gush of warm liquid seeped out of me.

“Mmm, remind me who this hole belongs to?”

I whimpered into the duvet.

“You.” His cockhead nudged my tender flesh when I pushed my hips back.

“That’s right. It’s mine to do with as I please. And do you know what that is?”

“No.” The breath got stuck in my throat when he slid his dick back into me.

“I want to spread those cheeks”—he did just that—“and fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name.” Kjartan sank into my cum-slicked hole in one deep slide.

He buried his face in my neck and let out a low whine.

“Not if you scream mine first,” I gasped.

I loved that my brat came out when he was balls deep in me.

He moaned my name and gripped a fistful of my hair so he could tilt my head back to suck on my neck.

My sweet Orc never let me goad him. I loved that about him, too.

With a murmured ‘gladly’ he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back into me.

Nope, me first.

“K—”

He clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Let me give you a reason to scream it.”

With a gentle kiss on my temple, he drew out and began to fuck me so deep I felt it in my bones.

His thighs slapped my cheeks, his strained grunts fanning over my skin.

So fucking full.

“Yes, Vindur?” he asked, pumping his cock and tilting his hips until he bumped into my spot. Pleasure zapped my body, and he withdrew his hand.

I gulped a few mouthfuls of fresh air. He hit my prostate again. And again. And again.

“Oh fuck! Kjartan!”

He maintained the angle and drove me out of my fucking mind.

My cum drenched the fresh sheets under me as I sobbed on his length.

“Breed me, come on, Kjartan!”

It took him only a few more thrusts before he stilled in me, tusks grazing my shoulder as he filled my hole.

A warm body draped over me like a blanket, lips peppering my face with kisses.

“I love you, Bee.”

“I love you, but I’ll be so sore when I meet Struan to discuss the renovations.”

“You can soak in the tub after lunch.” He gave me a pouty, apologetic smile. “And maybe after dinner, too.” The pout turned into that lip biting thing he did with his left tusk. The one that always drove me feral.

“Vindur,” Kjartan gasped when I clenched around him. “You are insatiable, my sweet Sylph.” He bucked his hips against my ass, his invading length hardening and stretching me. “But you know I am ravenous when it comes to you, don’t you?”

Where did you pick up all that gravel, sweetheart?

“Fuck, yes, I do. But damn it, I will be so sore on Monday.” I giggled, hissing when my muscles tightened around him.

“You take me so well, Vindur. We’ll deal with that matter together.”

“Are you going to carry me around for the meeting?” I quipped. See? It’s his balls slapping my cheeks that turns me into a brat.

“Mmm, you know how much I enjoy that. Especially when I have you against a wall.” He took up the slow pumping, the one that felt like he was making love to my soul, not just my body.

Damn. I pushed aside the discomfort I would be in and focused on what that man did to me.

Let that be future Bee’s problem.

Present Bee revelled in the sweet little nothings he whispered in my ear, the deep slide of his thick cock, and the sweat slicking the skin between our bodies.

“You make me lose my mind, Vindur.” He whispered something in Suitian I didn’t quite understand, then sped up.

“Get up on your knees,” Kjartan growled, dragging my ass up. He held onto my shoulders as he fucking pounded my ass, coming in under five minutes and sinking his tusks into my shoulder.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered through the mate bite. It triggered another climax, ruining the fresh sheets even more.

“You know lunch sounds like a great idea, babe,” I sighed as we lay in the puddle of our combined releases, the sweat drying on our bodies, and holding hands.

The one with the missing finger joint had stopped being a point of insecurity for him several weeks ago.

“But you might have to bring it back to bed.”

“Oh no. You have a shower, and I’ll snuggle you up on the couch with your favourite blanket. You can eat there. And afterwards I can eat you.”

I snorted. “You have a lot of trust in my ability to stay awake after being marathon fucked and getting a home cooked meal from my hot boyfriend.”

“I’ll wait until you are awake again.”

“Or we’ll finally try somnophilia.”

“Didn’t you just tell me you would be too sore and tired?” Kjartan got up, his soft dick slapping the top of his thigh.

I licked my lips. “I lied.”

Kjartan winked at me as he swaggered into the bathroom to clean up.

So freaking sore.

But I’d be fine discussing the layout of Breeze & Beans with Struan. Maybe I could bring a pillow and sit down somewhere. I’d be fine. As long as he kept loving me like that I certainly would.

THE END