Page 30 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Twenty

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Brovdir rose to his full height and pulled off his damp pants without preamble. Perhaps he should have taken things slower. Perhaps he was shocking her, but he couldn’t help it. She’d made a demand of him, and he was going to follow her orders.

He would follow every one of them for all eternity.

The imprint in his chest was thrumming and he couldn’t fight down the desire for her. The memory of her squirming and bucking with pleasure drenched moans. He wanted that while he was buried deep inside her. He wanted her to be groaning as he plunged his cock and spilled his seed and made her his .

He tensed at that, caught off guard. He was creating a son with her, not keeping her.

The thought made his chest tighten with dismay. He could feel the imprint burning.

“Oh.”

The exclamation made his back straighten and he turned his attention to the woman seated on the bed before him. She was curled, with her knees up and her back bowed. The position hid her rounded stomach and thighs.

His heart clenched with dismay.

“Huh.” Trinia tapped her chin as if in thought. Her expression was not one of concern or disgust, and he counted himself lucky for that. And then she said. “You’re... very big.”

He searched her face. He’d been told everything he needed to know about rutting humans and knew the scent of one who was ready to be taken. She was ready. And yet her comment made his gut twist with worry. “Hurt you?”

She blinked and her gaze shot away from his cock, back to his face. “No. I don’t think so. Lay down here. On... your back.”

He got on the bed and lay directly where she’d pointed, with his head on the pillow. He watched fixedly as she crawled to his side, sat next to his hip. Her eyes were back on his jutting cock. It twitched with want under her heady gaze, so hard and tight it was pulsing with every beat of his heart.

He’d never been so desperate in all twenty-six years of his life.

“Can I touch you?”

He wanted absolutely nothing more. His nod was too fast and eager.

She reached without hesitation. Grazed the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers.

All his breath left him in a rush.

Fuck, he understood now why she’d stopped him from playing with her ear.

He’d touched himself before, but it was nothing like this.

Every caress from her sent a cascade of pleasure through his body.

The tips of her fingers grazed around the head of his cock, and he helplessly thrust his hips upward.

Her index finger and thumb enclosed around him, just under the head, and he hissed with need.

The palm of her hand stroked down gently, and then she gripped him hard in her fist.

That was too much . And not enough . His mind quailed with desperate need so hot and tight he was trembling.

Then she let him go. “I’ll need more preparation, I think. Just a little.”

His mouth went dry as he searched her lovely face. “Preparation?”

“I’m... fairly wet already.” Her cheeks turned a perfect pink, and her eyes darted away. His heart swelled and his limbs ached to pull her into his arms. “I’ll just need to... stretch myself.”

Stretch herself?

His expression must have mirrored his confusion because she held up her fingers and then indicated between her legs.

“Can . . . I?”

She hesitated, squirmed, her cheeks turned even darker in color.

She nodded.

He wasted no time. He trailed his fingers over the perfect swell over stomach and down between her lovely thick thighs. Her soft, dark curls tickled his fingers as he stroked lower, deeper. Pressed up.

Fades, she was so hot here. So wet. The scent of her was maddening. Like dewdrops at daybreak. So delicious it made his mouth water. Everything was slick and soft. His body quaked with excitement, but the need to be gentle was paramount in his mind.

Trinia let out a hissing breath and his eyes shot to her face. She’d gone down on all fours next to him with her fists gripping the sheets and her eyes closed tight.

“Hurt you?” he asked breathlessly. Though the scent of her told him she was experiencing the opposite, he wanted to be certain.

“N-no . . .”

The confirmation made him bold, and he took time exploring. He’d been told many things about human women, so he knew there was a little soft nub near the top. He found it and gently stroked over it.

She bucked, breath hitching as her thighs trembled around his hand. He stroked again, watching her face for any sign of distress.

She groaned and quivered in pleasure and triumph burst through his entire frame, but her hand shot out to stop him. “L-lower.”

Lower? He let her guide his hand. Her entrance was slick, and he easily dipped a finger into her.

“Oooh.” The moan she gave took his breath away, but then she bit her lip as if embarrassed. Little noises still emitted from the back of her throat, but she wouldn’t let them out.

She didn’t stop him, so he pushed deeper. Inside was so slick and hot and tight . The idea of her walls trembling around his cock like they were around his finger made him nearly daft.

Her groans were louder as he delved deep into her channel, pumping softly. His thumb found the little nub in her folds again and gently stroked it at the same time.

She lit up like a beacon. Her body quaked and her eyes flashed open, and her hips dropped to take him deeper. He doubled his efforts, and she moaned, still thrusting her hips. Her grip on the bed sheets tightened.

“I think... I think I should do it after all.”

Her voice was breathless and rich, and she made no move to stop him. He couldn’t bring himself to obey her and, instead, quickened his thrusts. He sought to increase her pleasure and make her forget ever wanting to take this away from him.

He was rewarded as she groaned, and her hands moved from the bed to grip his shoulders as if she wanted to be nearer to him. To use him as an anchor.

Pleasure like he’d never known thundered through his veins and flooded his mind like the purest light of the Fades. He carefully delved a second finger into her. Her pussy gave easily. She was so slick .

“Ohh, Brovdir .”

Fades help him, her voice! It shivered through him, rich and pleasure drunk. His control slipped, and he curled his fingers up, moving deeper. The scent of her was like a dream, so rich and sweet and he could hardly stand it.

His mouth watered.

“Want to taste you.” He needed it. To feel her slick, hot flesh on his tongue.

“You... what?” Her words were clipped and breathless.

He pushed his finger deeper, curled it up until she let out a groan and bucked against him. “Here. Taste you here.”

She made an odd hiccuping noise in the back of her throat that spiked deep longing in his bones. Was there anything about this woman he didn’t adore?

He slipped his finger between her warm, slick pussy and curled it around her clit, gently stroking until he felt her body start to shiver. The rich, heady scent of her intensified. He swallowed so hard it made his throat burn and ache. He longed for her as if she were the balm that could heal him.

“ Please , Trinia.” He would get on his knees and beg if he had to.

But she didn’t make him. With wide eyes and a hard swallow, she nodded, “Yes, Brovdir. You can.”