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Chapter 11

Odik

I could smell the faint essence of her heated musk before I started massaging her right thigh, and it made my cock roar with approval.

My pendant glowed, nearly blinding in its intensity.

She may not wish to be mated with an orc, she may not find me attractive, but it was clear that I stirred something inside her.

I could work with it.

Her virginity didn’t matter. Well, it did. Knowing I’d be her first made me want to puff my chest and roar, a completely stupid feeling. It shouldn’t matter if she was experienced or not. I wanted her. That was all that mattered.

“You want me to touch myself?” she asked in shock.

“Yes. Show me how you pleasure your body.”

“I . . .” She pinched her eyelids shut and when they opened again, a hint of lust lingered there.

I could work with that too.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said, continuing to make smooth circles on her thighs, slowly working my hands higher. She may not have realized it, but as I rubbed her legs, she kept moving them apart.

“It feels weird to think of doing that while you watch,” she gulped out.

“I could look away while you do it. You could . . . describe what you’re doing. That would be enough.”

Her laugh hitched in her throat, cut off too soon. “I thought the whole point of me pleasuring myself was for you to watch.”

There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to be given such a chance. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

She dragged in a breath and whooshed it out, sending a few stray wisps of her glorious hair flipping up into the air before it settled with the rest. I couldn’t look away from its lovely length. It was all I could do not to unbraid it and bury my face in the strands.

“You could close your eyes,” I said. “Pretend I’m not here.”

“You won’t . . . attack me or anything, will you? I mean, if I expose myself.”

“I’ve told you I won’t touch you until you want it.” And I was going to do everything I could to make sure she wanted it, and soon. I’d felt her gaze linger on me, and it wasn’t with derision. Like I couldn’t look away from her, she had the same absorption as me.

She was my mate. This was how it was supposed to be, but it still thrilled through me, making my cock surge up even further. I couldn’t wait for the time she curled her finger my way, urging me to climb all over her. Bury myself deeply inside her body.

“Alright.” Her skin quivered, and her giddy laugh slipped out. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” With a quick tug, she lifted her skirt up to her waist, exposing the garment she wore beneath. “The few times I’ve touched myself, I first made sure I was alone. It would be embarrassing for anyone to see something like this.”

“I’m your mate. There’s nothing embarrassing about showing me how to please you, let alone to expose your body to me.”

“We only recently met.”

“We’ll eventually know each other intimately.”

“I guess you’re right.” With one last long look at me, she hitched down her undergarment, and her slickness gleamed in the morning light.

I groaned and her gaze met mine, containing a knowing that some females seemed to be born with. She understood that I wanted her. That I craved her. I’d never deny it.

What I wouldn’t give to lick her between the legs, to suck on her clit and keep doing it until she shouted her pleasure.

Soon.

“ I’m going to close my eyes,” she said. “You’re looking at me like you want to consume me.”

“I wouldn’t be Odik if I didn’t.” Yes, I’d consume her, though not today. Perhaps I’d take a bit longer to reach our home. I could afford an extra day. By then, she might even let me touch her.

“Show me what makes you feel good,” I said, stroking her thighs. I was so close to her, I could see everything from her engorged clit to the wetness dripping from her tight passage.

“Don’t talk,” she barked. “If you do, I’m going to remember you’re here, and then I won’t be able to fully relax.”

“Alright.” I’d never speak again as long as her fingers didn’t stop wandering down across her belly.

She lifted her knees and parted her thighs, and I clenched my jaw tight to keep from groaning. Her fingertips teased across the top of her thigh. When she parted her folds and placed one on her clit, my cock smacked against my abs.

“You should pleasure yourself,” she said, her voice containing a huskiness that shot straight through me. “Then you won’t have to run around with a staff in your pants.”

“How do you know I’m aroused?”

“It could be an assumption on my part, but I know men even if I haven’t been intimate with them. There’s no one back at the village I could do this with who wouldn’t become stiff.”

“You’re right. I’m completely enthralled by you, mate. All I can think of is sinking my cock into your hot, wet passage, of driving hard while stroking your clit until you shatter.”

“You’re talking.”

My grin slipped out. “I apologize. I’ll stop.”

“Focus on your cock, and I’ll do . . . this.” She slipped a fingertip from her other hand inside her wetness. While rubbing her clit, she pumped the finger in and out. Her breathing picked up, and I didn’t have to touch my cock for it to explode.

Releasing it from my loincloth, I clutched it.

“You’re incredibly wet,” I growled. The slurping sound her finger made was driving me out of my mind. “You like pumping your finger. Try two.”

Her finger stopped. “I haven’t done that before.”

“See if you like it. If not, you can back off to one again.”

“Ah, yes.” Another finger joined the first, moving deep inside her while her other hand tended to her clit. “It feels even better.”

“Try three,” I growled.

“Are you stroking yourself?”

If I did, I’d come. I wanted to hold back, to do it when she did even if I wasn’t buried within her at the time. “Three fingers.”

A smile flitted across her face before it smoothed once more. She pumped three fingers inside her tight little passage. “This feels good. I like the thickness. Funny how I didn’t think of this before.”

“My cock is thicker and longer than your fingers.”

“And I know where you want to put it. Stroke yourself!”

“Very well, mate. At your command.”

While I pumped my engorged cock, she continued to lazily glide her fingers in and out of her channel while rolling her clit.

“Can I use some of your wetness?” I asked.

A frown crossed her pretty face. “For what?”

“If I rub myself too hard, I could get a rash.”

“Well, then don’t rub it too hard.”

“If I don’t, I’ll continue to have as you said, a staff in my pants.”

“You can use some of my wetness, since I appear to be generating a lot of it, but don’t do anything you shouldn’t.”

I was going to die if I didn’t get to touch her. “I’ll just . . .” Leaning close to her, I slid my finger in with hers. So tight. So wet. My cock jerked upward, very close to blasting.

Her breath caught, and she pumped her hips up as I shifted my finger, making sure to stroke her inner walls. I pulled it out and slide it down my cock, nearly exploding, before sliding it back inside her.

“I could do this part for you if you want,” I said. “My fingers are thicker.”

“How will you take care of yourself while doing that?”

“You don’t need to worry about me. Just relax and feel. Tell me if this hurts or not.” I nudged aside her hand and drove two fingers inside her.

“Ah,” she gasped.

“Pain?”

“No, it feels good.”

Fuck. My precious mate was going to be the death of me.

My balls surged upward and fire scorched through my veins as I continued to push my fingers inside her and pull them back out. She could handle three, which was good because I was even thicker.

“That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” While she rubbed her clit, I finger-fucked my new bride.

And when she exploded, her moan rippling across the small meadow, I joined her, shooting my seed in thick spurts toward the fire.