Page 15 of My Orc Contract Husband (Eastshore Isle #9)

“That’s it, Sami,” he purred, nuzzling my breast. “Let me feel how hot you are. Fuck, you’re wet. I can feel you through these things.”

I wanted him to rip off my sleep shorts. I wanted to feel his fingers in me, not just on me. But I couldn’t seem to make my voice work, and instead found myself humping his hand, riding him like a bitch in heat, gasping when he took my nipple into his mouth again.

It should not be this erotic to have him touching me while we were both still fully clothed. How in the hell was I so close to orgasm already?

His thick fingers pressed against the seam of my shorts, pressing the material into my wetness as he murmured things against my chest. More importantly, the huge heel of his hand cupped my mound, and my clit was on fire from that pressure .

Panting, moaning, I ground against his hand, holding onto his head as he bent over me…

And when he caught my nipple between his teeth and pulled ? I gasped and stiffened as my climax burst over me.

“That’s it, love. That’s it.” He licked my nipple again. “Come on my hand like a good girl.”

I groaned in embarrassment. He was calling me good girl? Did he know the secret language of book girlies or something?

His hand stayed cupping my crotch even as my thighs tightened in embarrassment. My inner muscles still twitched, and pleasure rushed through my veins. But I wasn’t sure how I felt.

He’d made me come, standing in my kitchen, still fully clothed.

You asked him for pleasure .

Oh Lord. I think my face was bright red when I finally lifted my eyes to his. There was the tiniest little speck of green in the middle of his dark eyes, which I would wonder about later. For now, I quickly looked away from his hungry gaze, not sure what to say after something like that.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

To my surprise, Tarkhan chuckled. Before I could get offended, though, he’d scooped me up to hold me against his chest, just as he’d done earlier this week. I swallowed down my yelp of surprise and stared at my bare knees instead of him .

“Wife, we’re just getting started. If you thank me for every time I bring you pleasure tonight, you’re going to lose track. Instead, just lie back and think of this as your due.”

“My due?” I repeated in surprise as we reached the bedroom. “For what?”

“You’re my wife,” Tarkhan said simply, settling me on the bed. “It’s my duty to pleasure you in every way possible, and I plan on making our wedding night memorable. That is…if you’re ready for me to touch you everywhere?”

Everywhere ?

The thought—so close to what I’d been imagining earlier—had my heart pounding and pussy aching once more. “Yes,” I breathed, wide-eyed, not even certain what I was agreeing to.

Luckily, I could trust Tarkhan.

He took his time undressing me, stroking and caressing as he went, until I was near-mad with need.

Vaguely, I was aware that he’d done little more than remove his shoes and shirt, but I couldn’t object, not with all that glorious green skin on display.

I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me, but he didn’t give me the opportunity.

He hummed as he pulled my now-wet shirt over my head. “ STFUATTDLAGG ,” he read before he tossed it aside. “You going to tell me what that means now?”

I opened my mouth to do just that, but he lowered his lips to my throat, and honestly I forgot my own name. Whatever I’d been about to say came out as a mere gurgle when his tusks scraped across my skin.

Had I thought his mouth was talented when he’d kissed me in the kitchen?

Four times better now. A hundred times better!

When he closed his lips around my breast, I whimpered and arched into his hold, my heels scrambling for purchase against the bed covers.

He merely chuckled, the wickedest chuckle I’d ever heard.

Tarkhan continued to stroke me, driving my arousal to new heights, his hand getting closer and closer to my curls until… When he cupped me there, no cotton between us, we both sucked in a breath.

Yes .

“Fuck, Sami,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to my chest. “You’re so godsdamn wet.”

“You did it to me.” I squirmed against the mattress. “It’s your fault.”

He huffed a little chuckle just as one of his thick fingers slid along my cleft, stroking me, spreading my wetness…and I moaned, my head flopping back against the pillows.

He stroked, he teased, he licked, until I was riding the heights of my growing arousal…and then he shifted downward, kissing a route down my stomach.

Look, I was a virgin, not an idiot. I knew what was coming, although I never knew a male in real life who I thought actually wanted to do such a thing. But when Tarkhan settled between my legs and used his hands to spread my thighs, I realized I was quivering with need .

For him .

The first time he licked me—a long, lazy lick from the back all the way to my clitoris, I nearly came off the bed. “Tarkhan!” My hands went to his head, my fingers twining through his thick hair. I wasn’t sure if that was to hold him in place or to keep me grounded.

The second lick was even better than the first, and this time he circled my clitoris with enough care to have me thrashing beneath him.

Soon I was just a puddle of desire, melting beneath his ministrations. His fingers—oh God , his fingers! They were thick and callused and when he slid the first one into me, I bucked against his hold.

“Okay, Sami?” he murmured.

“So good ,” I managed to gasp, and his faint chuckle was my response as he scraped his tusk against my inner thigh. “Yes!”

Another lick, as a second finger joined the first. “What does that acronym mean, Sami?”

“Now?” I gasped, writhing beneath him. “You want to think about that now?”

His fingers curled deep inside me, his fingertips finding a spot right behind my clitoris I didn’t know existed, but which made me cry out wordlessly, my thighs clamping around his head.

“I do.” His voice was a little muffled. “You’ve been avoiding my question.” He tipped his head to one side, sliding his tusk along the sensitive junction of my thighs, then flicking his tongue over my clitoris again .

“Waaa?” It was all I could manage, my desire spiraling higher and higher.

“The acronym on your shirt, wife . What does it stand for?”

His lips closed around my clitoris.

“Shut The Fuck Up!” I wailed. “And Take This Dick Like A Good Girl.”

Tarkhan froze. I know I’d surprised him—hell, I’d surprised myself with the admission. But then he relaxed with a groan, his tongue pressing against my clitoris again…

And when he sucked, I exploded.

“ Tarkhan !” I screamed, my fingers yanking his hair as I bucked beneath his mouth.

I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted. With his fingers inside, stroking me, my inner muscles had something to squeeze against, and my God that felt good. His tongue didn’t stop moving either, licking me, sending me higher…and praising me.

It wasn’t until my spasms began to subside that I heard his words and nearly melted again.

“Such a good girl.” Lick . “Fuck, Sami, you taste so fucking perfect.” Lick. “Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.” Lick . “I want to stay here forever, tasting you.” Lick. “ You did such a good job, fucking my face like that. So delicious.”

Good Lord, that was …

I slowly untangled my fingers from his hair, my breathing returning to normal. Good Lord. Was that… I’d never imagined.

Good Lord.

I sucked in a shaky breath as Tarkhan finally lifted his head to grin at me. When I saw how wet his mouth and chin were, I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment…but then his smile grew knowing, and he crawled up the bed toward me.

When he wrapped his arms around me and tucked me up against his side, I could feel his heart beating against my cheek. What was that he’d said about how many times he’d make me come?

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I felt more than heard his chuckle, but the way he brushed a kiss over my hair felt almost reverent. “You are more than welcome, wife. Now go to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”

Wife .

I was a wife.

Not just anyone’s wife. Tarkhan’s wife. He’d taken care of me, cared about me, brought me pleasure.

My eyelids were heavy, and I felt myself slipping toward sleep.

But one of my last thoughts was the realization that I was completely naked, and Tarkhan was still mostly dressed. I’d felt his erection, knew he’d been aroused as well, but he hadn’t once suggested we should have sex—penetrative sex, I suppose .

He’d brought me pleasure, but hadn’t mentioned his own.

It had felt wonderful but…

Why didn’t I truly feel married?