Page 26 of My Orc Contract Husband (Eastshore Isle #9)

Chapter Fourteen

Sami

Mate ?

I knew Harper well enough to know that she and Giza weren’t just married, they were Mated . It had something to do with orc biology, didn’t it?

As soon as we walked into our house—our home , because that’s what it was—after dropping a rattled Aunt Sharon at her place, I dropped my bag and turned to him. “Start talking, husband .”

Except, Tarkhan was stalking toward me, his eyes glowing green again, just like Harper had said. The Mating Heat, she’d called it. I could tell what he had in mind, and the rush of liquid heat to my core told me my body was very much on board with his plan.

But I wanted answers, so I put my hand up and shuffled backward until my butt hit the couch. “Tarkhan! What did Harper mean?—?”

It was all I managed to get out before he was on me, scooping me up and burying his mouth against my hair.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Sami,” he murmured.

Confused, I wriggled. “Uh-huh, and I’m proud of you. But what was all that mating business?”

“Mate,” he mumbled, and I could hear the reverence in his tone. “You’re my Mate. I have a Mate .”

So maybe it was a big deal. “Harper and Giza are Mates?”

He took a shuddering breath, squeezing me even closer if possible. “As kitlings, we’re told that the gods have chosen one person for us, and when we meet them, we’ll know them. I don’t know if marrying you forced the bond, or…”

Feeling a little more confident now, I snaked my arms around his middle. “We were meant to be together. The marriage was just an excuse. Now we’re married and Mated.”

There is a knowing . That’s what he had said outside the sunflower maze.

A deep sense of knowing, of satisfaction, settled in my bones, and I sighed happily. “I love you, Tarkhan.”

“Gods below.”

He shuddered, and suddenly concerned, I pulled back to peer up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breathing was coming too rapidly .

“Tarkhan, what’s wrong?”

“I love you, Sami,” he groaned. “Hearing you say the same…”

Understanding slowly dawned, and I grinned naughtily. “The Mating Heat, hmmm?” He groaned in response, and I rocked my hips forward, catching his hard cock against my stomach. “Are you miserable, dkaar ?”

My voice dripped with sympathy, but when he groaned again and dropped his head, my grin turned triumphant. “You know the Heat is only so bad because you haven’t claimed me yet, right? That’s what Harper said.”

“Claim you,” Tarkhan repeated in a rasp. I wasn’t sure he understood.

“You, Tarkhan, need to put your cock inside me. Your Mate.” I used my hold on him to tip back so I could stare into his face. “And you need to do it now.”

His eyes flashed open, and I could barely see the dark centers, they were so green. “You’re certain, Sami? You’re ready for this?”

Oh Lord, he was still so hesitant, wasn’t he?

“Love, you’ve spent the last weeks making sure I was stretched and ready, and I’m already wet for you.” I didn’t even have to press my thighs together to know that. “ Please fuck me with your cock. You remember what my shirt says?”

I saw the moment understanding dawned. “Shut The Fuck Up And Take This Dick Like A Good Girl,” he growled .

Licking my lips, I stretched up on my toes, dragging myself along his cock, to whisper: “Yes, Mate, I will.”

With a growl, he bent and scooped me up, yanking me against his chest as he strode for our bedroom.

I don’t remember how he managed to undress us so quickly, but before I knew it, I was stretched out on the bed and he was hovering over me, kissing my skin as if he intended to taste every inch of me.

In the last few weeks, we’d learned that my breasts were very sensitive, and Tarkhan made use of that knowledge now. When his tusks brushed against my areolas and his teeth caught my nipple, I damn near came off the bed.

“Tarkhan!” I gasped, gripping his head in place as I arched against him. “God yes!”

I felt more than heard his chuckle, and his hand replaced his mouth—squeezing, pinching, caressing, teasing—as his mouth drifted lower.

I was already wet; I knew that. But until he settled between my legs, lifting my knees over his shoulders, I hadn’t realized how wet.

The first swipe of his tongue was nearly obscene, and we both groaned in unison.

I flexed upward, opening my thighs to give him better access, as my hands held his head in place.

After weeks of practice, Tarkhan had me on the brink of my climax in minutes.

I loved the way his tusks scraped against my inner thigh; the sensation was half-dangerous, half-erotic, and made me shudder with need each time it happened.

His tongue slid through my folds and his fingers curled inside me.

And when his lips closed around my clitoris, I exploded .

“Yes,” I hissed, bucking against his face as my inner muscles squeezed him again and again.

But when I slowly relaxed, falling back against the bed, I was…missing something.

Tarkhan’s eyes blazed a fierce green as he rolled onto his back. His hold on me meaning I rolled with him. I ended up straddling him, the thick ridges of his cock pressing against the cleft of my ass as his fingers—his claws now inching out—gripped my thighs to hold me in place.

“I want you,” he growled.

My lips curled in anticipation—and victory. Leaning forward, I planted my hands on his chest and slid my wet pussy along his stomach. “I can tell,” I teased, flexing my ass cheeks around him. “I want you too.”

“Do you know what happens when an orc takes a female?”

Oh. That sounded so…primitive. Mutely, I shook my head, my breath stuck in my lungs.

His claws dug into my thighs, not piercing the skin, just enough to send shudders down my spine.

“As soon as my cock is fully seated, Sami, you’re going to come. It’s part of our biology, intended to ease our entrance and make the whole thing more enjoyable for you.”

I licked my lips. “Good biology,” I managed to rasp.

“Yes.” His lips slowly curled into the most wicked smile, his eyes still flashing green in the late afternoon light. “Are you ready? ”

I nodded eagerly, lifting myself up on my knees. I was more than ready. I’d wanted this—wanted him —for weeks.

“Good.” His lids lowered to half-mast as he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Now,” he growled. “ Take this dick like a good girl .”

Oh.

My.

God .

Each inch of his cock filled me, stretched me, the ridges driving me absolutely wild. As they slid into my core, I swear I felt my pussy gripping them, owning those ridges, in a way I’d never felt with my orc-shaped toy.

And then, with a sigh, I settled against the base of his cock—and like he’d promised, a sudden climax burst over me. With a gasp, I reared back, squeezing my thighs against his sides, my hands leaving him and going to my own breasts to squeeze as I rode him.

My first orgasm with a cock inside me, and holy God, but it felt amazing.

Tarkhan was so much better than my dildo.

It wasn’t until the haze began to clear that I realized he was murmuring to me. Some words I couldn’t understand, and the others…

“So fucking magnificent, dkaar ,” he whispered, awe in his voice as his fingers stroked my skin. “Do you know how beautiful you are, taking my cock like that? I’ve dreamed of this, gods below. Seeing my cock disappearing into that perfect pussy. Tlak’dkam. ”

My breathing slowed as I focused on his words, and soon I slumped forward, catching myself on his chest, my hair forming a curtain around us.

I grinned down at him. “ Wow .”

One dark brow lifted. “Wow, huh? I’ve impressed you before.”

Humming, I bent down to kiss him. “Your tongue is wonderful, Tarkhan, but your cock?” As I stretched to reach him, he slid a few inches from my pussy, and the sensation—those ridges sliding along my super-sensitive inner walls?—made me gasp out loud.

Tarkhan, on the other hand, chuckled, rocking his hips forward, causing it to happen again.

“ Yes, ” I groaned, dropping my chin in surrender. “Please.”

His dark chuckle was my only answer, and he began to move. His grip on my thighs kept me anchored as he pumped slowly up into me. Each inch was a blissful temptation, each stroke enough to drive me wild.

Slowly, so slowly I didn’t realize he was doing it, Tarkhan’s pace increased. Soon I was holding my weight on my palms and my knees as he slammed upward into me. Gone was the quiet tease of the beginning; this was a claiming .

And I was delighted to be claimed.

“So fucking perfect, love. My Mate,” he grunted, slamming upward into me, his eyes blazing. “Mine. Mine . Say it, Sami. ”

“Oh God, I’m yours.” Another plunge. “ Yours ! Your wife.”

“Love you. Love you,” he panted. “Taking my dick like a good girl. A good little pussy, yeah?”

Oh yeah, he did understand the assignment. I didn’t think I could be more aroused, but hearing his filthy talk had me moaning, rocking forward and backward, trying to take even more more more of him.

“And now you’re going to come on my cock, aren’t you?” His hands, which hadn’t been still, now slid around to my ass, pulling my cheeks apart so he could slam upward into me. “You’re going to show your Mate what a good little girl you can be, and come on my cock.”

With that, one of his claws pressed against my asshole, and the sensation was so dirty, my pussy clamped tightly around him. “Tarkhan!” I gasped.

His grin turned wicked. “That’s it, love. Come for me.”

He pressed that claw against me again, and I was done. With a gasp, I threw my head back and screamed, “Tarkhan!” as I came for a third time.

His growl was my reward, and he stroked his cock into me once, twice more, before he stiffened. He pulled me all the way down atop his cock and with a wordless roar, came.

I felt jet after jet of hot orc cum filling me, leaking from me, and I closed my eyes in blissful satisfaction as my inner muscles milked even more from him.

Tarkhan had given me this. Not just this pleasure, not just this love, but his trust. His acceptance. He’d allowed me to bring him pleasure.

“I love you,” I murmured, opening my eyes as my climax slowly faded.

He was staring up at me, his eyes fading to black again. There were tears in those eyes, and I had to smile at his tender heart.

“I love you,” I repeated, dropped to his chest, wanting to be close to him, but unwilling to stretch to kiss him because I didn’t want to lose our connection. “My husband. My Mate.”

Tarkhan shuddered, his arms closing around me, holding me against him as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

This. This glow? This was perfection.

Finally, he stirred. “I love you,” he rasped, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you.”

I smiled against his skin. “This connection we have. Will it ever fade?”

“No.” When he huffed a little laugh, I felt it stir my hair. “If anything, it’ll become stronger. I can already sense where you are and your reactions. Soon I’ll be able to sense your feelings too.”

My fingers idly traced circles on his side. “Sometimes in the last few weeks, I’ve thought I could sense you as well.”

Another kiss. “That’s part of the Mating bond, even though you’re a human. It’ll become stronger. ”

I could feel his cock softening inside me, and when I lifted myself, he slid from me, followed by a flood of his cum, which made me giggle, even though I knew we were making a mess of the sheets. His rueful smile told me the same.

“Mating is different than marriage,” I announced, and he nodded.

“In my world, we don’t have marriage. Just a public understanding that the couple is Mated and committed to one another.” He shrugged. “I understand why the couples on Eastshore marry—the legal reasons. But Memnon and Maya aren’t married, and I don’t think Lux and Zoe are yet either.”

“But we are.” I shifted forward to kiss him, then lifted up again. “You’re my husband and my Mate, which means you’re stuck with me.”

His expression turned surprisingly serious as his hands shifted to my waist. “This means forever, Sami. And I don’t want…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Suddenly concerned, I leaned forward. “What don’t you want?”

“I don’t want a new home.” His dark eyes met mine.

“I don’t want a mortgage. I want you . I want to make a home with you.

I want to keep my baby aloe on your windowsill and help you plant your garden beds.

I want to build a workshop in your backyard to create everything I can to make our lives more comfortable.

You are everything I need, everything I want.

I might have married you for a mortgage, but I didn’t want you to think that’s still what I wanted. ”

Oh, Tarkhan. My heart, which was already close to melting, turned into a big puddle of goo.

“Deal,” I whispered, brushing a kiss over his nose. “But never say never. One day, we’re going to need more space around here. Of course, instead of a new house, you can start planning an addition for the house, for when the foster kids start showing up.”

He blinked. And when his eyes opened again, I saw that spark of green deep within them, as well as hope and anticipation. His lips curled, his tusks gleaming, and I knew he was as happy as I was.

Then with a sudden movement, he tightened his hold on me and rolled to the side of the bed, taking me with him.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked as he lifted me over his shoulder.

“Quiet, you,” he commanded, smacking my ass lightly. “I’ve spent weeks dreaming of washing my wife’s hair,” he explained, heading toward the bathroom. “So I’m going to do it tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked as he lowered me, sliding me along his body as he reached in to turn on the shower. “You’re going to wash your wife’s hair?”

“No,” he growled, leaning closer, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m going to bathe my Mate. And then I’m going to get her very dirty all over again. I hope you’re not planning on sleeping tonight, dkaar .”

Oh my.

Smiling in anticipation, I slid my arms around his neck. “I can’t wait, Mate.”