Page 8 of Marked by the Wild Orc (Heat & Ink)

Chapter 8

Talon

M y bride is in my SUV and so are my three cats. I drive home as fast as I can, while remaining safe. I live on the outskirts of town in a neighborhood with large acreage. Human neighbors are nearby, but none of them are so close as to cause annoyance.

Her taste is still on my tongue and in my lungs, which is keeping me reasonably sane. I realize now this is the way to get through these next two months—with her at my side, not running away or denying me and with her scent and taste always nearby.

I click the button for the garage and drive inside, closing it behind me. The car rumbles to a stop and I open the driver’s side door, allowing all three cats to tumble out, like usual. But I remain inside, making sure that my bride has her seatbelt unclicked. “Stay here,” I order. Then I walk around, open her door and scoop her up.

Krissy laughs with delight and puts her arms around my neck.

I kick open the garage door that leads into a laundry room and place her down in the kitchen. “Welcome home,” I announce as the cats rush around our ankles. “This is where you will now live. We will return in a few days and start moving you into this home. We can fit your grandmother’s things in here, easily.”

She takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

I lock the door behind us, keeping the cats out of our private time. “I’m a virgin,” I admit.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“This is good. You can teach me how to best pleasure you.”

“From what I’ve already experienced you won’t need much teaching.”

I begin to unbuckle my belt. I’ve been aching hard for her since the moment she stepped into Heat & Ink tonight.

Krissy stands close and helps me to let my throbbing shaft loose. Her mouth drops open. “Are we certain that’s going to fit?”

“I will go slowly and make sure it fits.”

She starts to sink to her knees. “I want to give you a blow job first, because I love your cock.”

“Not right now. I want that too, but I want to release inside of you the first time because I am hoping this will be when I impregnate you with your son.”

She bites her lip. “That sounds beautiful.”

“Let’s get to work.”

“Yes. I’ve been waiting months for this.”

In moments the both of us have stripped off all our clothes.

For the first time I see her fully naked. “Your breasts are perfect.”

“They aren’t but thank you for saying that.”

I carry her to the bed and toss her onto her back. She giggles when I lie on top of her and cover her body with mine. First, I kiss her lips, being careful to not dig or scratch her with my tusks. Then I move down and suck on first one nipple, then the other, spending a very long time on those gorgeous breasts.

Her legs spread and my hips are between her thighs. “Please,” she begs.

I sit back up. “Up,” I order. “I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind and look at my brand as I sink inside of you.”

I begin to sink inside of her wet channel, watching as my green cock slowly disappears, with another eye on the mark I have given her on her ass. It is the most erotic, monumental moment in my life. At this exact moment I am taking my bride and creating my son.

“I love you,” I gasp.

“I know,” she laughs.

And then I finally hit the bottom and I’m fully seated. “More,” she pleads.

I reach under and start thrumming her clit with my finger as I slide in and out. I start slow but soon lose control and am fucking her hard.

Krissy is soon screaming out her orgasm, her entire channel clamping down on me and her body writhes with pleasure.

And then I can feel that moment arrive, my own pleasure racing up my spine and through my body. I toss back my head and let out a thunderous roar as my seed jets out again and again, until I am empty and exhausted.

I pull back and the both of us fall back into the bed, with our arms around each other. And soon, we’re both asleep.

The next morning, I wake up with a stiff cock because my bride is still in bed with me, naked. And she’s already working on giving me that blow job she promised.

I let out a gasp of surprised delight at this wonderful way to wake up in the morning. And I place both of my hands gently on her head, as if to guide her, but then drop both when I realize she needs no guidance whatsoever.

How is she so good at this?

This is when I surmise I don’t want to know and will simply remain grateful that her knowledge benefits me.

She works hard, her cheeks sucking in and out, her other hand underneath her lips, stroking me. And then she pauses to concentrate on the head of my cock, right where I’m leaking. She looks over and makes eye contact with me as she uses her tongue to scoop up my seed and swallow.

I let out a moan of desire. “I’m almost there.”

And then she gets back to it, giving me mean strokes this time, sucking hard. “I’m about to come.” And then I seize up and start jetting. My bride takes her time, swallowing all I have to offer.

I have to lay for a minute, gasping for breath and recovering. Then I sit up, grab my naked bride by the waist and toss her back onto the bed, with her legs splayed. “Your turn.”

“Oh yes.”

I place my head between her thighs and start licking, just the way I know she likes.

She holds onto my horns tight.

I grin with delight, because I can’t believe my luck—for the rest of my life, this female will allow her cries of passion to ring in my ears alone.