Page 4 of One Night with Her Grumpy Orc (Toothsome Monster Romance #3)
Betty
I t takes several minutes of kisses, breathlessness, and a thick hardness pressed against my thigh for me to pause just long enough and pinch myself.
Ouch. Good.
I’m not sure what I would do if I realized I was dreaming again, especially after waking up embarrassingly hot and bothered in Grev’s arms after he saved me from the collapsing wall of the library. Probably cry and be a slobbering mess.
But joy of joys, this is real. He is real—all his grumbles and hard muscles and giant hands caressing me. And his declaration that he wants me, too, makes me dizzy with delight.
My chilled hands roam over his warm, thick shoulders and back, needing more, moving south. When my hands find the skin of his rippled muscled stomach, he flinches and freezes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your hands are still freezing. I don’t want to make you colder.”
“Good thing your skin is hot,” I say, grinning in the dark, as I flip my hands back and forth against his skin, like I’m flipping meat on the grill. The darkness makes me bold—I’m not Betty the librarian right now, I’m Betty the heroine trapped in an icy cave with her barbarian orc lover—and I let all my inhibitions fall away. He grunts in what I think is approval. Besides, my insides are on fire with wanting him, with getting him, finally.
Fingers warmed and nimble, I unbutton the top of his pants, reaching between us to feel the bulge that I’ve been pressing myself against. Yes , I think to myself, mouth watering at the silkiness and thick size. I finally get to experience for myself what all my monster romance books have been talking about.
His hand stills mine, his breathing heavy. Without being able to see him, the his breath against my cheek is a gentle caress. His heart pounds against mine, telling me a story of how we go together. I swallow hard, enjoying the taste of him on my tongue.
“What’s wrong?”
Grev shifts under me, ever so slightly, but stays quiet. All the same, it feels like the Earth dropping out from under me. The rhythm of my heart shifts from desire to panic. “Look, if you’re going to change your mind, that’s fine. But I need to hear the words from your lips. Your soft, delicious lips.”
Another shift. His bulge, still in my hand, twitches forcefully, and I smile a little at the power I feel, even though I think I’m getting dumped before we get started.
“I just—I want to make sure you stay warm.” He kisses me gently on the lips, his hands sliding inside the waistband of my pants. “Stand, quick.” His deep, quiet voice is a hot summer night, full of promise. Molten heat runs through me to my core.
I obey, standing, still straddling his legs. He pulls my pants and panties down to my knees; that’s all the stretch they’ve got. Resting one hand on his shoulder, I lift one leg, then the other, and he pulls them all the way off, folds them, and places them to one side of his thigh, right where my knee was.
With a swiftness that surprises me, he lifts his hips and slides his pants off, folds them, and places them on the other side of him. His ass has to be freezing against the cold library floor.
“Sit, facing away from me.” I sit. His thighs are just as hot as his stomach, and while my legs are warm, my frontside is quickly chilled. I still have my shirt and coat on, which is extremely unsexy. But necessary.
“Is the carpet going to chafe your backside?”
“Worth it. Now, relax.” He removes his shirt and drapes it over my stomach and legs. It’s better than nothing. I press my back against his front, longing to soak into his skin, and also trying to absorb all the heat radiating off of him. His cock rests along my spine. It’s the thick bulge I’ve been dreaming of. Then, magic happens. Finally.
One hand cups my breast, the other moves down my stomach to my mound, further down, rubbing my clit, slipping between my already slick folds.
The growl that comes out of him when he discovers how wet I already am is delicious. His body vibrates against me in the best way possible.
Grev nips at my ear, his tucks scraping against the tender skin of my neck, and shivers roll down my spine. “You’re so soft. So wet.” His words are hot against my neck as his thumb rubs my clit. One meaty finger slides inside me, making me gasp.
I’ve lost all feeling of cold. I’m a raging fire, looking to consume us both. His erection is hard against my ass and spine. There’s wetness against my back, I assume it’s precum. The thought of licking it off him makes my hips buck against his hand harder. It doesn’t take long for my breath to come faster. “More.” My voice is a whimper, which would normally embarrass me with my neediness. But there’s no embarrassment. No inhibition. Only want and pleasure.
One more scrape of tusk against my neck, and I’m done. Waves of hot pleasure roll off me. My fingers dig into his thighs.
When I still enough to blink my eyes open—still dark—and regain my senses, I have enough presence of mind to turn around, resting my knees on our pants, and sit on his erection. His shirt now a cape against my back.
“You’re so beautiful. So strong.” Grev tucks my hair behind my ear. My hair must be so disheveled. “Go slow,” he says.
I feel like I’m incredibly needy, greedy, gobbling his giant cock with my pussy. It stretches me, and it’s satisfaction. Arching my back, I focus on breath and the sensation of him, while he has one hand on my ass cheek, guiding me, while the other slides under my shirt to cup my breast.
His giant hands make me feel petite, something I haven’t felt in ages. His grunts and huffs are the music my whole body wants to dance to.
Grev’s rhythm picks up speed. It’s almost too much sensation. My brain overloads with pleasure, something I didn’t think was possible. It certainly wasn’t in any of the romances I’ve read. When I say his name, it’s a voice I don’t recognize. But he does. And he pushes harder. Faster. Until we both come undone.
When he stops twitching inside of me, I fall against him, ear to his chest, listening to his pounding heart.
“Can you hear it?” he asks. “It’s saying your name.”