Page 4 of My Orc Pen Pal (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)

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Maybe it was the wine, but after that amazing date, I invited Akhmim inside when he dropped me off. I mean, I offered to show him the view of the salt marsh, but since we could do that from the driveway just as well as inside on my couch, I don’t think we were fooling anyone.

Least of all ourselves.

Because I was honest enough to admit how badly I wanted him. IE: very . Very badly.

This surprised me because—as stated earlier—I’d never been a monster girly like some of my friends. Orc-craze had swept the internet when they’d emerged a decade ago, and my high school friends had drooled over them all.

But me? I’d seen MonsterSmash as more of a research project. I was curious to learn more .

What I’d learned was that Akhmim was sweet, intelligent, incredibly kind, and full of insights. And now that he was here, I’d learned one more thing about him: He was hot as hell.

Or maybe I only thought he was hot because I knew the real him, the him I fell for before I knew what he looked like.

Wait. Fell for ? He was just my pen pal, wasn’t he?

A pen pal you’re going to jump as soon as possible .

Well, yes, possibly. Probably. Most likely.

He was hot, with that gorgeous hair and those tusks and those big hands. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him touch me some place besides just holding my hands. And sometimes, when I caught myself thinking such thoughts, and shuddered in anticipation, I would look up and catch Akhmim watching me.

I knew his senses were keener than mine. Could he tell what I was thinking?

Probably.

“You have a lovely home.” He was standing in the middle of the living room, gazing about. “Did you make the curtains?”

He certainly thought I was talented, didn’t he? I plopped down on the couch with a little laugh. “I only make clothes. And I only learned to sew because I like to design, it’s like a creative outlet.”

Akhmim hesitated, then crossed the room to lower himself to the sofa beside me. But he took his time, as if waiting for me to object, or to jump up and declare I shall be washing my hair or something.

“Well, they’re lovely. The curtains,” he finally said.

“Thanks. I couldn’t have bought the house without my parents’ help, because teaching isn’t exactly the way to get rich, but I’ve paid them back.” Why was I telling him this? “Wanna watch a movie?” My voice was a little higher pitched than usual as I scooped up the remote.

His hand closed around mine. “Why are you nervous, Rosemary?”

How could he know me so well already? I forced myself to breathe deeply. “I’m just… I can’t believe you’re really here .” In my house. “On Eastshore. With me.”

Oh. Had I thought his soft smile sexy? It was even better when it turned knowingly wicked. Akhmim lowered my hand to my thigh. “It seems miraculous. I don’t want this night to end.”

“Me neither,” I whispered, wide-eyed, watching his lips.

Which curled again. “Then yes, let’s watch a movie together.”

What followed was the inevitable conversation about the movie choices, the genres, actors… I knew his favorite movies didn’t align with mine, but it became clear after a few suggestions that neither of us were really into this anyhow.

After a good ten minutes of debate, with my attention far more on him than the TV, I finally flipped over to a loop of a fire in a hearth, which made it look like we were staring at my nonexistent fireplace .

“Rosemary?” he murmured.

And I decided I needed to be brave. I needed to grab my chance. Now.

“I don’t really want to watch a movie, Akhmim,” I announced, tossing the remote to the floor and shifting to face him directly.

“Oh?” One of his brows twitched. “What do you want to do?”

I planted one of my hands on his shoulder and leaned closer, trying to be as serious as possible. “I want to kiss you.”

I saw something flare in his dark eyes, but his expression stayed neutral as he studied me. Finally, his lids lowered just slightly, and he said, “Yes.”

Just yes .

As if granting me a favor.

It was more than enough.

With a noise that probably sounded like an animal—maybe a wounded, sick animal—I surged upward, wrapping my arms around his neck and settling my lips atop his. His hands rested on my waist, and dimly, I realized he was resettling me into his lap, my thigh pressing against a hard length in his trousers.

But I couldn’t really focus on that because I was too busy focusing on this kiss.

This kiss !

Holy crap, this kiss .

Turns out that tusks? They don’t get in the way nearly as much as you’d think. Not that I’d thought beforehand, not really. I’d just thrown myself at Akhmim, and honestly… worth it .

His lips were bigger than mine, but that just meant mine fit perfectly between his tusks, as if they’d been made to go there. And when he opened his mouth, and his tongue teased along my upper lip, I gasped in excitement.

Ridges ! His tongue had ridges!

Maybe I groaned and wriggled against him, because he suddenly lifted me upward, until I was bent over him, his lips never leaving mine. But I was able to kick my skirts out of the way and straddle his thighs, settling back on his lap with my hands clasping his cheeks.

His fingers encircled one of my wrists, and he pulled that hand away from his face in order to kiss the inside of my forearm. Um…what? I mean, I’m no biologist, but was the inner elbow supposed to be an erogenous zone?

I shuddered and pressed forward.

When he kissed my bare shoulder, I tipped my head to the left to allow him access, rocking my hips, trying to capture the pressure I needed on my core.

In his trousers, his cock was a huge bulge, and my mouth was watering at the thought of stroking it—stroking him . My panties were wet, and I was likely leaving a mark on his thighs, but I couldn’t care, because one of his large hands rose to cup my breast through the fabric of my dress, and I whimpered and arched into his hold.

“Please, Akhmim. ”

Part of me, the part of me that was tapping her foot with her arms crossed in the doorway while she frowned judgmentally, whispered, You just met him .

The other, rather louder part of me, had popped some popcorn and was screaming, Let’s go! Let’s go! Get some! You deserve this, girl!

You know what?

I was going to get some. Akhmim was hot, and I was comfortable with him, and I was going to do this.

Determinedly, I wiggled around and reached for the zipper under my arm, which released the whole bodice of the dress. He made a little noise of approval and slid his hand into my strapless bra and lifted out my breasts, one after the other.

He stared down at them for a few heartbeats, and just when I was going to ask him if everything was normal—did one nipple suddenly look bigger than the other or something?—he lowered his mouth to one.

Oh .

“Akhmim!” I groaned, digging my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “Oh my God , yes.”

Turned out that ridged tongue was good for all sorts of things.

Unable to help myself, I tipped to one side and reached for that bulge in his pants. It’s pretty difficult to undo a male’s belt, waist button, and zipper, especially when he’s seven feet tall. But Akhmim shifted in a few directions, all without ceasing his ministrations on me .

But when his cock sprang free, I leaned back to admire it.

Nice and thick, a darker green than his skin, with those same ridges. I closed one hand around it, knowing my fingers wouldn’t touch, and he groaned against my skin.

“Gods below, Rosemary, I…” His words ended in an adorable gurgle when I dragged my palm up his cock, then back down again, stroking him.

A pale green bead of precum glistened at the tip. Curious, I caught it on my finger and lifted it to my mouth. “Cinnamon?” I blurted, then scootched back. His cum was cinnamon flavored? “Oh, I need more of this ,” I announced, bending to cover his cock with my mouth.

But he stopped me with a growled, “ No ,” his hands clamping on my hips. I lifted a brow in challenge, and he explained, “It is my job to make sure you come at least three times before I find my own release.”

His words, his expression…so serious. So intense. Was this…a rule? Written down somewhere? But then my brain finally caught up with my ears, and I blurted, “ Three times ?”

Akhmim’s grin was positively wicked.

“Okay,” I breathed, wide-eyed.

He pulled me forward again, then one hand lifted my breast to his mouth once more, as his other hand delved beneath my skirts. I felt like the horniest teenager, making out on the couch while still mostly dressed.

I loved it .

His fingers found my panties, and he groaned against my skin. “So wet,” he whispered, then brushed his tongue over my nipple. “For me?”

“For you,” I agreed, gripping his cock again. I wanted to play with it, but I also didn’t want to violate any rules. Three times ?

Then I felt his claw slide along my inner thigh, and I sucked in a breath. It felt the way I assumed his tusk would feel—hard, sharp, cool. Before I could ask, he dragged that claw gently along the soaked gusset of my panties.

“ Dkaar , do you have any particular attachment to this pair of underwear?”

“Why?” I gasped, gyrating against him.

“I want to rip it off you.”

Oh .

“Um.” It took a moment to get my brain to work after that erotic image. “Actually, they’re…uh…” I couldn’t focus on anything besides the pleasure radiating from my pussy. “My favorite”

Dimly, I remember pulling them on hours ago…for good luck. Guess they worked. My lucky panties.

Akhmim gave a little growl of satisfaction, and his claw disappeared, replaced by two of his large fingers pushing aside my underwear. “I’ll make do,” he promised. “So wet. I love that.”

He stroked me, and I moaned and rocked against him, holding his cock almost for balance at this point. “I love this . Oh my God, Akhmim, I need you inside me! ”

I meant his cock, but with a grin, he slid one thick finger into my channel. When I stretched my thighs wider, a second one joined the first, both hooking forward while the pad of his thumb rested on my clitoris.

“ Akhmim ,” I whimpered, rocking my hips forward. “Please.”

He’d abandoned my breasts at this point, and was watching me, a speck of green in the center of his dark eyes. He looked entranced. Slowly, he curled his fingers inside me, brushing against the inner wall of my pussy.

Oh my God, I was so close.

Abandoning his cock, I reached up and grabbed his cheeks again, thrusting my hips forward to show him what I liked.

With a slow, wicked grin, he began to move his fingers, the strokes maddening. “You like this, love? You like riding my fingers?”

“ God yes ,” I groaned. I loved that he apparently talked during sex, checking in with me. “You feel so good inside me.”

Was it my imagination, or did that green speck in his eyes flare brighter at that?

“Such a good Mate,” he murmured, and before I had time to wonder about that, he leaned closer. “You’re going to come now, Rosemary.”

It wasn’t a question.

Akhmim pressed his thumb against my clitoris, still hidden behind my panties, at the same time his fingertips found the rough patch of my g-spot…and he stroked them both.

I gasped, teetering on the precipice…and he caught my lips with his.

When I came, I screamed against his mouth, and he swallowed it down with a smile.

I rode his fingers, I rocked, I gyrated. I milked that orgasm for all it was worth.

And when it was done, and I collapsed, spent, against his chest, his erect cock still throbbed between us.

“How…how about you?” I managed, still breathing heavily. “You want to…?”

But to my surprise, Akhmim gently moved my hand away from his thickness. “That was only one orgasm, Rosemary.”

Oh yeah, the three orgasm rule. I straightened to raise a brow at him. “That’s not really a rule, is it?”

He grinned, and I knew he was teasing. Still, he said, “Tonight is not about me, dkaar , but about you.” He wrapped his arms around me and stood, lifting us both off the couch in one easy move. Gasping, I clutched at him. “Now, let me clean you…”

He strode, carrying me, toward my shower, and I could only hold on in bemusement.

Two more of those earth-shattering orgasms? Well, okay then. Who knew my pen pal was such a lover?