Page 29 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Nineteen

TRINIA

T rinia’s heart felt like it was about to thunder right out of her chest as Brovdir moved in over her, bracing himself on the bed with hands on either side of her hips. His weight sunk into the mattress and she was completely surrounded by him.

She was really going to do this, wasn’t she?

She hadn’t meant to blurt out that she’d wanted him.

Hadn’t meant to actually offer. She’d spent most of her bath debating between her options and then the words just spilled out and now there was no going back.

This was it. She’d made the offer and.. . and...

She was going to go through with playing conquest for him.

Brovdir’s gaze lingered on her face and then flashed down her body. Her stomach flipped and her thighs clenched and the room felt too hot all of a sudden, even though she was still draped in a towel.

There was no turning back now. Even if she’d wanted to.

“I should get rid of this, or we’ll soak the bed,” she said, peeling the damp towel away from her body. The room was chilly, and she clenched her teeth to stop herself from shivering.

The male stopped breathing entirely and the slacked jawed, wide-eyed expression as he examined her breasts was exactly what she’d expected. They were her only universally admired feature and even some of the most pious men in her village took a glance when she wore more revealing tops.

Brovdir reached out but then hesitated, drawing back with a worried glance.

He really was cute. “You can touch me, Brovdir. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

He nodded. His throat worked in a swallow as he reached out again.

His palm cupped her left breast. His hand was so warm, and his touch was incredibly gentle.

Her cheeks heated with embarrassment as she let him explore. He flicked her nipple slowly with the pad of his thumb until it budded against this touch. It felt a little tingly, but nothing more.

She was rather surprised when his hand pulled away. She looked up at his furrowed brow and confused expression.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

She blinked rapidly. “Oh, it’s fine. You can touch me wherever you’d like.”

“No.” Brovdir moved back from her and kneeled at the foot of the bed. His expression was focused. “Do you like it?”

She blinked. What did it matter? Bed play wouldn’t get her pregnant any faster. She should just tell him he could do whatever he liked so they could get to the main act.

But she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come off her tongue.

Brovdir moved further away, nearly off the bed, and her stomach clenched with worry.

“Y-you don’t have to stop.” She shifted onto her knees so she could get closer. “I’m fine.”

Should she fake it? She’d made a vow never to do so with any lover, but this wasn’t about pleasure , was it?

Her chest ached.

Before she could worry more, he said, “Where... else do women like to be touched?”

Her brows flew up and her tension eased to make way for shock. “Where else do...? Brovdir, have you been with a woman before?”

He swallowed thickly and shook his head.

Biscuits and jam! That was unexpected. Why hadn’t she considered that before now?

Why did it make her blood zing with excitement?

Her shocked silence must have been too stressful for him because he carefully moved to the edge of the bed and peered at her through his shaggy bangs. His fists were clasped tight, and shoulders hunched. He looked smaller in that position. Uncertain.

Cute.

She quickly moved to alleviate his worries. “It’s not bad, Brovdir. I don’t mind.”

His shoulders sagged with clear relief.

“I’ve taken a couple of men to bed before, so I know the way of things. I can guide you through.” She squirmed a little at the thought.

His brows pinched into a scowl. He bowed his head to hide it and his balled fists tightened.

Trinia moved to sit at the edge of the bed with him. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Obviously something,” she muttered only to think. “Oh, biscuits. Sorry. I know orcs can be possessive. I’m not with those men anymore. They were just a one-time thing.”

He shifted. “Tobbis?”

“What? Oh, no . Fades, no. Not him.” She waved her hands to shove the idea right off.

“Who?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I think it’s probably best I don’t tell you.”

He let out a hard sigh, but nodded.

“Let’s not talk about other people right now.” Especially since it was putting a stall on things. “What do you like, Brovdir? Is there anything you want to try?”

He opened his mouth and then closed it as his cheeks and neck turned a much darker shade of green. His eyes snapped quickly down her body and then away.

Oh Fades, being with an embarrassed virgin hadn’t at all been what she’d thought this night would be like. “Would you like to touch my breasts again?”

His expression was flooded with confusion as he met her eyes. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s not my favorite thing, but I certainly don’t mind. We really just need to get you ready. You’re the main event here. It’s your son you’re putting inside me.”

For some reason, this forced a low, threatening growl to escape the orc’s throat and Trinia could do nothing but stare into the face of his anger with wide eyes. “No.”

“No . . .? You . . . don’t want to put your son inside me?”

“No, I am not the ‘ main event .’”

Trinia blinked.

“What do you like, Trinia?”

The question was spoken so low it quivered in her guts and forced her to respond quietly, “I... don’t really know.”

His brows shot up.

“I’ve been with men before, but it was always rather quick.”

“You enjoyed that?”

She swallowed hard. “Well... yes, I suppose.” She had taken some enjoyment from it.

“You don’t know what you like, either.”

Trinia snapped her gaze back to the brooding orc, who was leaning in closer now. She could feel the heat of him on her damp skin. The heady woodsmoke and spice scent of him curled up in her mind and her tension melted.

“They only touched you here.” Brovdir reached out and grazed his fingertips along the side of her right breast and her skin broke out into goosebumps. “You don’t know what else you like.”

“I... suppose I don’t,” Trinia said carefully. She’d explored on her own, but only between her legs, and it had never produced much more than efficient satisfaction.

Brovdir’s eyes smoldered as he moved back toward her. Back onto the bed. The intensity of his expression stole her breath. She leaned down onto her back and he kept coming until he was right over the top of her.

He was huge. And warm. And his woody scent mingled with something hotter. Like spicy cinnamon. Her muscles relaxed, and she breathed in the delicious scent.

He must have seen her ease in her expression because a grin split his face so wide she could see the sharp points of his fangs. His huge tusks appeared even more massive as they jutted up to his nose.

She should be terrified, right? Why wasn’t she terrified?

Why did she want him so badly that she was nearly trembling?

“I’m going to touch you now, Trinia of Oakwall.” Brovdir’s voice vibrated through her whole body and made her shiver.

“W-where?”

His dark green eyes hooked deep, right into her soul.

“Everywhere.”

Delicious goosebumps broke out all over her body. Her thighs clenched together as a pulse of deep pleasure bloomed between her legs.

Brovdir leaned in closer, watching carefully. His knees braced on either side of her calves and his hands rested next to her head. She was completely surrounded by his heat and scent and everything about this felt so good . It shouldn’t feel this good to be caged by him.

She shouldn’t be indulging this. Lingering wasn’t going to get her pregnant. It was just making this whole thing take longer than it needed to.

And yet . . . Fades help her.

His eyes caught her up, never leaving her face as he dipped low, so close she could feel his breath against her collarbone. He adjusted his weight and snaked a hand around to brush her still damp hair away from her neck.

Then he placed a kiss right under her ear.

Jolting pleasure snapped her to attention and heated her blood in an instant. The tender kiss was hard enough she could feel his tusk digging into her jaw, but his lips were so soft they felt like the pass of butterfly wings. It made her toes curl and her legs quiver.

Just from a single kiss on her neck. One kiss .

What did that mean for the rest of this?

Brovdir moved to look her over and then let out a pleased hum. Her cheeks heated, but there was no way she could hide how squirmy that kiss had made her. He leaned back in. His tusks dug gently into her neck as his lips grazed the sensitive flesh. Her toes curled as his hot breath warmed her neck.

“W-what are you doing?” She was breathless as he continued to trail kisses down her shoulder and to her right arm. Each one sent sparks like lightning through her. She dug her heels into the bed and pointed her toes as she resisted the urge to wriggle.

His tusks poked gently into the sensitive underside of her elbow, and a flash of heat washed over her. Her pussy pulsed with the beat of her heart and she could feel herself grow slick. Why did being pricked by his teeth feel so good ?

She swallowed thickly. This wasn’t supposed to be about pleasure. This was a one-time thing. She really should get him back to the task at hand. She should convince him to simply rut her with the efficiency of a hand plow and be done with it.

She edged away from his touch and he looked at her with wide-eyed confusion. Fades help her he was cute. Too cute. “You don’t have to go further. I’m... ready for you.”

He rose an eyebrow before inhaling long and deep. Then he shook his head. “Not ready.”

Irritation flashed behind her eyes. “I think I know my body better than you do.”

He growled in a way that made her stomach turn into jelly. “Not ready. I want you ready .”

Ooh, fuck. Her pussy throbbed with that promise and more wetness pooled between her quivering thighs.

Brovdir took a deep, long inhale, closing his eyes as if relishing the scent of her. Because he was . She knew orcs had a sense of smell unlike any other, but she hadn’t realized it was good enough to smell a woman’s arousal !

He made a low, happy noise in his throat. “That’s better. But not enough.”

He dipped close to her ear again. With his chest pressed close to hers and his heat radiating into her skin. Her pussy pulsed as he whispered. “You liked this best.”

His tusks pressed into her neck as he kissed her. Coiling hot pleasure curled up in the pit of her stomach and rolled over her in waves. A whimper broke from her lips as he licked her pulse. She could barely catch her breath.

He moved up, slowly, carefully. Her breath hitched as he exhaled right around her ear.

His lips closed around her earlobe.

Deep, unfettered need flashed throughout her. Her arms broke out in goosebumps, her stomach quivered, her pussy clamped hard as if desperate to be filled.

The reaction caught her so off guard that she sucked in a breath and froze. The sensation rolled over her, caught her in its grip. She couldn’t escape and didn’t want to.

The tip of his tongue grazed around the edge of her ear, and it made her eyes cross. She clenched her thighs together and squirmed against the bedding.

“Hmm. That’s it.”

She could hardly fathom what he was saying because the words seemed to course directly into her brain. They flashed hot and quick and blissful in her mind and churned her up to the point of bursting. Her clit throbbed almost painfully as he nibbled at her earlobe again.

His hand moved to the opposite side of her face and pushed her hair back, grazing at the tip of her ear before moving lower to the other earlobe.

It was too much. On a shuddering gasp, she pressed his chest and forced him back. He got up without hesitation, lowering his hands and backing off until she could see his lightly surprised expression. His brows were raised but his eyes were warm, and his mouth was curled into a little smile.

Fades, help her. Her body was still reacting. Her clit was aching with need, and her pussy clenched hard. Her limbs felt like they were vibrating.

Brovdir sucked a hard breath in through his nose and her stomach flipped over as a triumphant grin spread across his face. The teasing expression hooked right into her heart and threatened to tug her back into his arms.

She was getting too attached to him, wasn’t she? This was supposed to be a business transaction. Nothing more.

Her stomach twisted up at that thought, but she pushed away the pain, fought against her aching basal needs, and gripped his arm tight.

They had a job to do. They needed to stay focused on that.

Brovdir’s eyes flashed with surprise as she forced him to stand.

“Get undressed. I’m ready.”