Page 32 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Twenty-Two

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S weet, searing tightness clenched around the tip of his cock as it pushed deep into Trinia’s body.

His mind winked out from the bliss, true rapture flooded through his veins. He barely had time to catch a breath as she sank down further, taking his member almost to the hilt.

Her body swallowed him up like a dream. The smooth glide was incredible. Her channel was so tight light burst behind his eyes.

Her hips twitched, and her pussy clenched tight around his cock. Squeezing.

He arched up against her and roared. Ecstasy mounted deep in his bones; pleasure trembled. He couldn’t hold it.

Trinia braced her hands on his chest and put her face close to his. Her hips curled to thrust him deeper, and he bucked upward helplessly.

“Brovdir.”

Her channel began to clench and flutter around him and her dewdrop scent washed over him as she came .

The ecstasy was so great that his orgasm was instant.

Deep, raw pleasure that made his hips jerk and his mind fracture into shards of bliss.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

It gripped him, hooked in his gut, in his soul , connecting him to this woman in a way he could not fathom.

The imprint soared and bloomed brighter, building up the exquisite ecstasy until he felt choked on it.

His hand gripped her hips as he bounced her on him, filling her up, soaking her. He could feel it gush from her channel as her body flooded.

Her head flung back and her breast pushed out and he trembled again, rippling pleasure dancing in his veins as her body came down from the peak. She was flush, her skin glistened, her brows were set tight with exquisite pleasure.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“Oh, Brovdir. ” She collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped her up in his arms.

Her name on his lips was exquisite. His chest felt full, and the imprint hummed out a tune so sweet and low it almost made him feel like he was buzzing.

A deep-seated contentment he’d never known before mingled with the final pulses of his release.

He wanted to bury his face in her neck and breathe her scent and soothe her until she was boneless, until she forgot time and decided to stay with him.

Forever.

Fuck, he wanted her so badly.

For a few blissful moments, they lay there as their shared pleasure went from intense to sated, and he got to live his dream.

And then Trinia adjusted, sat up and away so she could look him in the eyes. “That was...”

He grinned, waiting for her praise.

“I’m looking forward to the next round.”

Her statement hit him like the crack of a whip. He’d felt so connected to her, so tethered to her by the imprint that was blooming in his chest and mind, and now he was reminded...

She only wanted to be his conquest. Not his mate.

His stomach twisted up, and he carefully gripped her torso and pulled her back down onto him.

She came willingly, though her brows rose with surprise.

Especially when he adjusted her to the side and his cock popped out of her pussy.

The cold air hit him like the swing of a fist, but the sensation was short-lived as he concentrated on nestling his woman into the crook of his arm.

Her beautiful brown eyes were so big he could see little flecks of green in them he’d never noticed before. Her cheeks were flush bright pink, and her lips were swollen from his attention.

She felt like a dream made real.

“Ooh,” she murmured as she curled even tighter into him. One of her legs went up to rest atop his own, her cheek pressed into his shoulder, using his body as a pillow. Her lips gently grazed his chest, and his heart clenched. “This is nice.”

She relaxed into him, happy, content.

He was never going to give her up.

“We fit pretty good together, don’t we?” Her warm breath tickled.

“Like my favorite boots.”

There was a breath of silence where he realized what he’d said, and his throat constricted painfully from embarrassment before Trinia finally made a sound.

Laughter.

The full, rich sound was like the warmth of the sun after a bitterly cold night. He basked in it, jaw slacked slightly, eyes stuck on her face as he tried to memorize her joyful expression.

“Fades, I never thought I’d be compared to a pair of boots.” Trinia pushed her curly hair back and all the breath in his lungs expelled in a rush, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. “Though I suppose it’s not the most insulting thing I’ve been compared to.”

Brovdir’s delight extinguished and simmering rage took its place. “Who?”

She rose her brows at him. “I’m not sure it would be a good idea to tell you.”

He growled low, and she didn’t even flinch.

“Besides, I’ve already taken care of it.”

Unless their noses were crooked, or they walked with a limp, he couldn’t imagine they’d been adequately brought to justice.

She smirked as if she read his mind. “No, I didn’t injure them. I did something far worse. I refuse to trade with them.”

His brows pinched in confusion.

She curled into him, willingly snuggling up. His imprint was a blissful, thumping mess of gratitude. He felt like he was floating.

She stroked her fingers over one of the scars on his chest. “I’m the only decent baker in Oakwall.

People can make their own bread, of course, but it’s a lot of work to mill the grain and I’m the only one with a crank turned grinder to make that task easy.

I have a handful people or so that are blacklisted. ”

Her eyes took on a haunted quality that sucked out his breath. “Or... I guess I was the only decent baker. I suppose no one will be getting my bread now, enemy or not.”

Fuck, her sadness felt like a spear through his heart. He stroked back her still damp hair. “You are a strong, beautiful woman. Must have many enemies. Many jealous competitors.”

Her cheeks went flush with embarrassment. “N-not really.”

He didn’t want her bashful. “I’d help you vanquish them if you’d let me.”

She snorted, amusement chasing away the sadness in her eyes. “You gonna cut them down with your claws and ruin the peace between our communities?”

“I don’t want peace with anyone stupid enough to make you their enemy.”

Trinia lifted her head to blink at him and then burst out laughing again, and he felt like he was drowning with contentment. He could hardly breathe.

She examined his face, and her expression softened. She tapped his nose gently. “Don’t look at me like that, Brovdir. It’s too cute.”

He blinked rapidly as shock snapped at him. Cute? Had she just called him cute ?

She leaned up and kissed his nose then, further baffling him. Then she kissed both his cheeks and his forehead and finally his lips.

It was so soft this time. So, bone achingly right . These little teasing kisses that muddled up his mind and forced the imprint to do the thinking for him.

“I suppose... we need to get back to business now?”

He blinked his eyes open rapidly and, Fades, rutting her a second time and begetting her with child should be the first thing on his mind.

So why did his whole body shiver in dismay at the thought?

He reached up and rubbed at his throat. The easing of the tension in his muscles there helped to clear his mind a little.

“Oh, raisin rum... I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think.”

He snapped his attention back to Trinia as her face flooded with guilt. “I completely forgot about how badly your throat hurt. And I’m sure all that... it made it worse, didn’t it?”

Honestly, his throat wasn’t any worse than it would be after any other day.

Trinia reached out her hand, stroked her fingertips along the scar, and his body all but melted into her.

“I’ll make you some tea. You have tea, don’t you?”

She wanted to make him what?

“Don’t look at me like that.” She narrowed her eyes, but her voice held no real irritation. “It will be good for you. Just wait here.”

Wait here? What?

Suddenly, she was slipping away from him.

He snatched her back in an instant.

She blinked her beautiful brown eyes at him, brows raised. “Brovdir, what are you doing?”

“Keeping,” he said without hesitation.

She let out a trail of laughter that lit up the room. He was going to melt into a puddle of happiness.

“I’m in your house, Brovdir.” She shifted away from him, and he was forced to let her go. He didn’t want to harm her. “I’m about to spend the night in your bed. That’s about as kept as one can get.”

She was going to spend the night! He’d almost forgotten.

He wanted her to stay the night forever.

“One night.” She obviously read his expression. “I’ll stay with a friend in Oakwall after this. What would people think of me staying with Rove Wood Clan’s new chief?”

They’d think she was his mate and he would be ecstatic .

His heart clenched. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted to keep her.

She left him then. Out of his grasp and into the cold. She was so determined, so strong. She’d had a major setback this night and yet all traces of the sorrow she must feel inside had been wiped from her face.

No, not entirely. There was a tension in her jaw and a tightness in her movements. He wished he could drag her into his arms and stroke her hair and back until she finally relented her sadness.

She disappeared into the bathroom. “Biscuits and jam, this room is a disaster ! I promise I’ll help you clean it in the morning.”

Like the depths, she would. He’d slip out of bed after she was asleep and get it done.

She came out of the bathroom dressed in his shirt, and Fades, have mercy .

The blasted thing was short enough to show generous glimpses of her thighs every time she walked.

It draped perfectly over her breasts and rounded stomach.

The white cloth was so thin he could see her dark nipples poking through it.

This was torture. She looked more erotic than she had when she was fully naked. His fingers twitched with the need to yank it off her and cast it into the fire.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said warningly. “I know that look. You stay right over there.”

She... knew his look? Most of the Rove Wood orcs couldn’t read his expressions yet and he’d lived in their company for half a season.

The grin fell away as she pulled back her curly hair and tied it up.

Her neck was long and the scent of her, like vanilla and dew at dawn, was the best thing he’d ever smelled in all his years.

He took a long, deep inhale, letting the scent fill him up.

The imprint he held for her was pulsing contentment in his veins.

“Where’s your tea and honey? And cups.”

She’d ordered him not to get up, so he simply pointed to the cabinet nearest the oven. The few kitchen items he had were in there.

Trinia walked over without preamble and pulled out the cup. Her nose curled in clear disgust. “Brovdir, what is this?”

“Mug.”

“No, it isn’t. This is broken shards kept together with nothing but spit and sheer force of will. How do you even drink out of this?”

It had worked fine for him so far.

“Are you being serious? Brovdir, you are the chief of Rove Wood Clan! I’m sure you could get a better cup than this.

” She went to the spigot and turned on the tap.

She looked more at home here than he did.

“I cannot believe this holds water. The Fades themselves must have blessed it with their mighty endurance.”

He laughed. The deep sound filled his gut and burned his throat, but his mirth couldn’t be contained.

To his delight, he found Trinia was grinning back at him, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and then she slipped over to where the kettle was and popped off the lid.

“Brovdir, there is dust in this.” Her chiding tone made his smile widen.

She rinsed the kettle, filled it, and set it up on the stovetop with practiced efficiency.

She even knew how to light and adjust the fire in the oven to heat the burner.

It had taken him a half a day to figure out how to properly use the magical kindling and shift the temperatures without extinguishing the flame.

He could learn much from her.

“Now, where is the honey?” She went back to the cabinet and got up on her toes to reach the highest shelf.

His shirt rode high on her thighs, almost to the swell of her bum, and his blood heated.

Her thighs were dimpled and lovely. Her skin looked so soft it made his fingers twitch.

His mouth watered just from the memory of her taste.

She dropped down onto her heels and quickly pulled the shirt down around her legs. He tried to snap his gaze to her face before she’d turned around, but he wasn’t fast enough.

To his alarm, she snorted. “I guess I look a bit strange wearing nothing but your shirt, right?” She set down the honey and tugged at the hem. “It’s a decent fit, though.”

“Breathtaking.”

The words slipped out before he could think better of it, and she let out a wry laugh. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

His brow furrowed. “Not flattery. Fact.”

“Fact, huh?” Her tone indicated she did not believe him. The way she covered her stomach with her arm and turned her body away made a spike of alarm go down his spine.

He got up and crossed the room to her. Her eyes widened as he loomed over her, but she didn’t order him to go sit back down, nor did she seem alarmed. She did not even flinch.

“Here is fact , Trinia of Oakwall. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. So beautiful that I believe the Fades must have been inspired when they rendered you. To deny that fact is to deny our gods themselves. I suggest you do not do so again.”