Page 15 of Loved By The Orc (Monster Orc Brides #4)

Negan:

DINNER IS PREPARED and assembled. Varguk is in the dining room setting the table while I finish cleaning up as much as I can in the kitchen. I already know from past experience that Aunt Rosemary will insist on wearing herself out to care for us instead of taking a break.

As I dry my hands on the kitchen towel, I feel his presence behind me. Not yet touching, but every hair on my body stands on end. Then it’s a warm press of his chest against my back, the flat palm of his hand against my belly as he pulls me in that makes me giddy.

“What time do they get home?” His voice is deep and growly near my ear.

“Probably another half hour. I’ll start the oven and it will be finishing up as they get here.” I reach over to click it on.

“That’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice deep and thick, and I barely suppress the shiver that sends goosebumps down my arms. I love his arms around me and I love when he’s so close that I can smell the warmth of his skin.

His hands slide up the sides of my waist, up to my breasts and my breath catches when he brazenly cups them like he owns me. His touch is so fevered against my flesh .

I arch slightly, not even sure what I’m silently asking. No, more like begging.

But I realize exactly what it was I wanted when his thumbs caress my nipples. A pop of electric excitement zings through me and a sharp inhalation nearly chokes me.

“So responsive,” he mutters. “You and me, Negan. We’re going to be good, eh?”

“Yes,” I counter. “We will be a team.”

“One day, sweet, you’ll be completely, utterly mine .”

I really, really think I’d like that.

“But for now, I’ll relieve you. And while you’re relaxed, enjoying dinner, I’ll brood. Imagining what it’ll be like the first time I sink my cock into your warm, wet cunt.”

A heated wave rolls down my midsection, straight into my low belly.

His hand leaves one of my breasts and slides down the center of my chest to my waist. He slides into my skirt and a moan escapes me, bucking my rear right up against him so I can feel the stiff rod of his cock like an iron pole against my ass.

“Let’s see how wet I can get you, eh?” His breath is warm against my ear.

“But… but what about you?”

“I’ll have my dessert later.”

“Last night—”

“—you were dead tired. You were so sweet, I couldn’t wake you.”

“What if the same thing happens tonight?”

“Oh, sweet. I’ll wake you for cock tonight.”

“Yes, okay.” With those words, that acceptance of him bringing me to orgasm, I release the tension in my hips and sag against him.

His finger slides home. Over my mound, over my clit, barely touches down my cleft, then dips into the lush slickness there.

“So wet,” he growls .

And yes, there is more slickness than I’ve probably ever had. He smears it in steady circles around my clit, every now and then pushing down on the magic button like he’s turning on a switch.

“Oh, Goddess. Do that again.” I beg.

“Mmm,” he purrs. “Like that, precious?”

“So much.”

I spread my legs wider and he slides his finger in deep and oh.

There are absolutely no words. I’m making animalistic sounds and I can feel his finger pushing in and out, making squelching sounds.

My hips buck, meeting his hand, and the heel of his palm is bumping my clit when his finger’s deep inside.

“You’re going to come for me. Going to squeeze my fingers so I know what your cunt will feel like gripped around my cock.”

And yes, I’m almost there. Ecstasy is washing over me, directly tied to this male who is intent on bringing me pleasure.

My release crashes over me, my sheath clenching around his fingers, his cock rock-hard against the crack of my ass. The world spins out of control, my breath coming in gasping huffs, my legs trembling.

“Shh, shhh,” he croons, kissing the side of my neck. “I got you, beautiful.”

My heart is pounding against my ribcage. But he slowly brings me down to earth, cuddling me gently, kissing me softly.

I turn in his arms, hugging him. He smirks and whispers in my ear. “I’ll let you clean up while I greet your aunt and uncle.”

My eyes pop open. I spring out of his arms in time to hear them right outside, at the front door.

He chuckles and I burst out laughing, then quickly head down the hall to the bathroom.

By the time I head back to the dining room, Var is seating Aunt Rosemary next to Uncle Paul. He has the salad bowls out in front of them.

“There she is,” he says .

Aunt Rosemary looks up. “Neegie! Var was just telling us what the two of you made for dinner. It’s important when a couple are compatible enough to cook together.”

She gives me a big, obvious wink.

“Rosie,” Uncle Paul groans, but his smile is as wide as his wife’s. “Stay out of it.”

“Nonsense. I got Joanna and Latsil together. Then our own Abigail and Azorr—”

“Enjoy the beef mushroom pasta, auntie.” I kiss her soft cheek and then Var seats me in a spot next to him.

Under the table, our feet rub each other gently. After our conversation earlier about pretending to be mated, it’s been magical. Soft touches and heated looks. According to human traditions, a honeymoon phase.

Aunt Rosemary looks more than pleased, while Uncle Paul is more pleased with the beef pappardelle dish.

But there’s one thought niggling me. Will Varguk remain the same once we make love? Or will he turn into a Southpeak then, and congratulate himself on winning the bridge?

I’m not na?ve as far as the ploys of males.

He heads out to the wagon once everyone is ready for bed. I head up to my room. I’m a nervous wreck, a bundle of desire. Will probably melt once he’s inside my room.

A pebble pings softly against the sill and without looking out, I jar the window open.

He slides it open easily and I’m in his arms as soon as he’s inside.

It’s all kisses and frantic touches and clothes getting flung off on the way to the bed.

It’s utter silence, no talking, just want and need, tasting each other and enjoying our pleasure.

But once I’m naked and he wears only pants, the back of my legs pressed up against the bed, he stops .

He places his forehead to mine and pauses. There’s a connection between us, the warmth of his skin pressed to mine, his deep even breathing, the slight simultaneous rocking back and forth.

“You could own my heart,” he murmurs in a throaty growl. He doesn’t sound surprised. Not resentful. More… reserved. Waiting for my answer.

“I’d give you mine to replace it.”

His large hand comes around my neck, tilting my head up and he softly presses his mouth to mine. His lips are firm and seeking, and deftly, he opens my mouth with his. His tongue glides in and touches mine. Liquid desire sings through my lower belly, pooling heat into my sheath.

Everything about this male excites me. Every stroke, every groan, even the feel of his heart beating against mine.

“I want you, sweet Negan.”

“I want you too, Var.”

His kiss becomes more urgent, his breath mingling with mine, his touch growing hot with fervor.

“Might hurt the first time.”

“Nay. I’m a full-grown adult. I’ve ridden horses and I’ve climbed trees. If there’s pain, it’ll probably hurt. So. Good.”

He chuckles. “You’ve never had a male in your cunt, sweet. ‘Tis an untouched channel.” He pauses. “And I’m larger than most.”

A laugh escapes me. He was waiting for the opportunity to make this statement. “Cocky male.”

“Just making you grateful for what I can offer.”

“I’ll take it. Fill me up, orc. Make me leak with your essence. I want to smell like you, I want to meld with you.”

“Let’s give us what we both want.”

He hauls me onto his lap and wriggles a hand between us.

The drawstring of his breeches eases open and releases his cock…

the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

He’s thick and strong, the soft skin a deeper gr een.

The tip weeps with his fluid. I reach down and swipe the drop, then bring my finger to my mouth.

“Sweet,” I tell him.

“I’ll need to see how wet you are.”

My breath catches when his large finger swipes through my slit.

“Var,” I grit, unable to explain the bolt of desire that runs through me at his touch.

“I know, sweet,” he croons, then works the tip of his finger into my body. He slides in easily, the slickness drenching him like I didn’t orgasm earlier.

“I knew you’d be soaked,” he bites out.

My hips rock against his hand as I try to work his finger deeper. His thumb comes up to press my clit and I feel wanton as I thrust against this strong, virile male. But I need more than his fingers this time.

“We’re just going to test how much cock you can take, aye? Just ease that sweet pussy down on me, love. Take it as slow as you like. I’ll hold still.”

His finger leaves me and the blunt head of his thick cock presses against my entrance instead.

He smears it up through my inner lips, gathering as much slick as he can onto the head.

When he places it near my opening again, I feel like I can gobble him up.

I bear down and feel the head expanding my lips, the slight, very slight sting from the untorn skin that his finger was too gentle for, and I press down some more. He feels so good inside me, so full.

“I love this,” I tell him, locking my mouth to his. I slide my tongue against his.

He groans and I can feel the vibration rumbling up his chest. I want us locked together everywhere, so my hands are roving over his chest, running along the tight pectoral muscles, the round shoulders, the strong biceps.

Farther down I sink onto his lap, his cock engulfed by my depths.

He feels velvety inside me, thick and full and so slick.

So… hot. I slide up and down his rigid shaft, my tongue dueling with his, his ha nds gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

I’m tightening inside, thickening, and I try to grind myself harder onto him.

He tears his mouth away to growl, “Female. Slow down.”

“Fuck no.”

I lift my hips and slam down him again, making us both groan.

In an impressive show of strength, he lifts me up from his cock and holds himself barely breaching my entrance. His fingers on my hips will leave bruises in the morn, but I don’t care.

His love marks being visible tomorrow brings a quickening to my core.

Slowly he pushes his way inside and I pause, loving the feeling of being so full with him. Being connected together ever so slowly.

“You okay?” he grits, teeth bared as if it pains him to hold still.

“Aye, my love. Now move.” I lift my hips upward, plunging him in another bare quarter of an inch.

He groans and takes over, pulling out slowly and plunging back in.

“I’ve never felt anything so perfect as your wet cunt,” he whispers in my ear.

My arms are curled around his back, feeling the fine muscles shift underneath my touch as his body flexes and releases.

There’s a fire he’s stoking deep inside me, in a spot never before touched, and it’s building a pressure, making me crave a culmination of all these raging, spiraling hormones.

“Faster, orc.” I’d like to say more, but he’s already as deep as he can possibly go.

There’s a keening desperate sound, moans, and I can’t believe I sound like that. Begging, whimpering. I thought I’d be more demanding during sex. But not with Var. With him, I’ll do anything, promise anything, beg for his touch, his kiss, his cock.

“Godsfire, female. Not sure if I can hold out with you. Pains me to say it, but if I lose control and comebefore you, don't worry. I’ll finish you with my tongue. ”

And that feels so naughty, knowing his tongue will go where his cock was, that my broken nails shred his shoulders.

“Let go, Negan,” he mutters, kissing the side of my neck.

His words are magical, controlling my body, allowing me to explode.

Stars burst behind my lids and everything peaks.

My heart races as I ride the waves of pleasure, briefly aware of my sheath clenching around his plunging cock, gripping it, squeezing it as he groans and quivers, hot spurts of liquid filling me up.

Our orgasms blast together, ripping through our bodies, and eventually when I can think again, I’m breathing hard, curled against him.

“Beautiful Negan, I love you,” he says thickly, like the words are torn from him. And while a part of me thinks it’s sex talk, another part of me knows this is real.

No longer am I Negan, the virgin Blackheart, bridge to the West Mountain orcs.

I’m his.

Totally, completely, unequivocally his.

“I love you too, Var.”

“I want to stay the night with you in my arms. But I have to return to my watch.”

“I get it.”

His arms tighten. “Tomorrow? I’ll walk you to the market with Rosemary. I’ll take you to lunch.”

“Mmm, nay, orc,” I say, nipping his bottom lip. “Tomorrow is lunch with Rosemary and Paul. You’ll come over and join us.”

Time for my orc to see what family is like.