Page 12 of Marked by the Scarred Orc (Heat & Ink #6)

Chapter Nine

Corrine

T he words have barely left my mouth before Harken transforms before my eyes.

He throws back his head and lets out a deep growl, exposing those tusks and showing off his black horns. Gone is the careful, restrained orc who’s been so worried about taking things at my pace.

He pulls me down for another epic kiss. His tusks scrape against my lips and I love it. I’ve unleashed something in him, and I’m thrilled.

“I need you naked,” he rasps against my lips. “Now.”

I’m agreeing because my knees are on either side of him and his hard erection rubs between my thighs and I want to sink down and take all that gorgeous cock so badly. But my orc is a virgin and I have to take things slow for him. I want to make sure his first time is memorable.

His hands find the hem of my nightgown, and I lift my arms to help him peel it off.

The silky fabric slides over my skin and drops to the floor, leaving me naked.

For a moment, I feel exposed, vulnerable.

I’m not the curvy goddess some men prefer.

I’m lean from years of yoga, athletic rather than soft.

My boobs are barely a B cup. But the way Harken looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes roaming over every inch of me.

“Look at you.” His hands trace the line of my collarbone, down to my breasts, and I arch into his touch.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his palms skimming down my sides to my hips.

“These legs, these thighs...” His hands grip my thighs, feeling the lean muscle there. “I can see how strong you are.”

“Your turn,” I whisper, tugging at the waistband of his pajama pants because I want no fabric between us.

He helps me push them down further, and then we’re both fully naked, skin against skin. I run my hands again over his luscious, powerful chest, tracing the intricate tattoos that cover his green skin. He’s massive everywhere, intimidating and gorgeous, and somehow he’s mine.

My fingers trail lower, wrapping again around his thick cock, and he groans my name.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admits, vulnerability creeping into his voice despite the desire burning in his eyes.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

“I want to touch all of you,” he says.

“Please.”

In moments this freakishly strong orc lifts me from on top of him and I’m suddenly on my back in his bed.

I’m a little sad to lose contact with that perfect shaft, but he captures my mouth again, softer this time but no less intense.

Harken loves kissing me. His hands roam my body with growing confidence, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch into his touch.

“I want to taste you again,” he says against my throat.

“Yes.”

He kisses his way down my body, pausing to lavish attention on my small but sensitive breasts before settling between my thighs. When his mouth finds me, I cry out and tangle my fingers in his dark hair.

This is different from the kitchen counter. More intimate, more intense. He takes his time, learning more of what I like, driving me toward the edge again with that wicked tongue. I basically had no idea I could orgasm this many times in a row.

Just when I think I’m about to come again, he pulls away. “I want you to release around my cock while I give you my seed,” he says, his voice rough with need.

I whimper at the loss of his mouth, but the promise in his words makes my core clench with anticipation.

“I want to see my mark while I take you,” he says. “I want to see it on your ass while I’m fucking you, claiming you completely.”

Understanding floods through me. Of course. The mark that started all of this, that declared me as his before either of us was ready. “Yes,” I breathe. “I want that too.” I turn over, getting on my hands and knees, and I hear his sharp intake of breath behind me.

“Corrine...”

His hands smooth over the curve of my ass, and I feel him trace the lines of his mark with reverent fingers. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I feel the broad crown of his cock nudging at my sopping wet entrance, and despite how ready I am, I tense slightly at his size.

“Easy,” he soothes, one hand stroking my back. “I’ll go slow.” He pushes forward carefully, and I have to breathe through the initial stretch. He’s so big, bigger than I expected, and for a moment I wonder if we’ll fit together.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“Yes. More.”

He eases deeper, inch by careful inch, until finally he’s fully seated inside me. We’re both breathing hard, overwhelmed by the sensation of being joined completely. I can feel his hand on my ass.

“Move,” I whisper. “Please move.”

He starts with slow, careful thrusts, and I love the idea of him watching his mark with each movement, claiming me in the most primal way possible.

“You feel incredible,” he groans. “So hot and tight, so perfect around me.”

The angle hits something deep inside me that makes me cry out with pleasure. He’s hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed. He responds by gripping my hips tighter, moving faster.

“That’s it,” I encourage him. “I want more.”

His thrusts become more urgent, in and out. I dig my fingers into the sheets, bracing myself to take all he has to give. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, along with our harsh breathing and desperate moans.

“You’re mine,” he growls.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yours. Always yours.”

The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m balanced on the edge of a scary release. “I’m close,” I warn him.

“Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock.”

His hand reaches around to stroke my clit, and that’s all it takes. I explode around him, my body clenching and convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. “I love you,” I cry out because I can’t keep this feeling inside any longer. I have to tell him. “I love you, Harken.”

The words trigger his own release. He buries himself deep and throws his head back to let out a thunderous roar that probably wakes Sterling next door.

“I love you too, my bride,” he gasps as he fills me with the warm rush of his seed. “Fuck, Corrine, I love you so much.”

We stay connected, both of us trembling with the intensity of what just happened. Finally, he carefully withdraws and I feel bereft, losing him that close. But he pulls me against his chest, both of us collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice raspy as he strokes my hair.

“Better than okay,” I murmur against his chest. “Perfect.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I love you,” he says again, like he’s testing out the words. “And I think we’ve created our first son.”

“I love you too…” The magnitude of what we’ve just done settles over me. Our first son? The thought of starting a large family so quickly should terrify me, but instead it fills me with warm satisfaction. This is what I want. Him, this life, our future together. And lots of nasty sex.

“Sleep,” he murmurs, pulling a blanket over us. “We have forever to figure out the rest.”

I snuggle closer to his warmth, feeling safer and more complete than I ever have in my life.