Page 33 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Twenty-Three

TRINIA

T hose were the most words she had ever heard him speak, and they made her stomach do flips and her heart fluttered like it had grown wings.

“W-well.” She couldn’t break eye contact. Blast, what was happening to her? Her head felt all muddled. “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.”

A satisfied look flooded his features, and all her breath left her in a rush.

The teapot on the stove began to squeal.

Brovdir backed away from her in an instant, looking almost as if he was unnerved by his show of confidence. She was far less unsettled. In fact, she felt like she was soaring. Excitement bubbled up in her chest and heated her through.

The second round together was going to be fun .

Her gut twisted up as she adjusted the teapot. It wasn’t supposed to be fun . This was an agreement. A business deal. She couldn’t let herself get attached. Not to him. Or to the baby.

She could do this.

She ignored her reservations about the cracked cup and its ability to hold anything heftier than air as she poured the tea and added the honey.

Brovdir had sat down at the table, and she walked over with the mug. “Here.” His brows furrowed with confusion as she placed it in front of him. “Drink up.”

He picked up the cup and downed a large gulp.

“Biscuits and jam, not that fast! You’ll burn your tongue.” She rushed to the tap to get cold water on a cloth and went back to him. “Stick out your tongue.”

He did so without any hesitation, displaying the large, dark green tongue that had given her so much pleasure just a few moments ago.

She flushed so much she could feel it in her neck and shoulders, then tried to distract from it by patting his tongue with the cloth. Brovdir sat stock-still with wide eyes and simply let her.

After a moment that was far too long, it dawned on her how absolutely ridiculous this was. Why had Brovdir not taken the cloth from her? Why had he just let her pat down his tongue like this?

“Is... is that better?” she asked. Fades almighty, please say yes.

“N-oh bhur-nh.”

She was a complete ninny. She took the cloth away from his mouth. “What was that?”

“No burn.”

“What?” Her voice was too shrill, and it made Brovdir blink. “You aren’t burned? Then why did you let me put a cool cloth on your tongue?”

“You . . . ordered it.”

“I did not order it! I was trying to help you.”

His face fell. “I apologize.”

Blast it all. She didn’t want to make him feel bad . “You don’t need to apologize. I should apologize to you! I’m the one who forced myself on you.”

He quirked an amused brow at her.

“You know what I mean.” She was going to burn to cinders from embarrassment. “You don’t have to be so obedient all the time.”

He tipped his head at her in that way that made her heart swell. “Don’t want me obedient?”

Oh fuck , why did that make her stomach go all quivery? “W-well, I don’t—I mean?—”

He took a deep inhale. Too deep. His brows rose.

“No, I don’t want you obedient!” she spouted out only to have his lips quirk. “Stop it! You don’t have to follow my orders.”

“Like following orders,” he rumbled. A tremble flooded her as one of his hands curled around the base of her spine. “I’d follow any you gave.”

She couldn’t get out words.

“Trinia... what would you like me to do?”

Oh, rolls and rum , his voice was like something tangible. Alive. It nestled deep in her mind and made her whole body thrum with desire.

“My tongue does hurt.”

What? It did? She searched his face for any sign of pain and saw nothing but hot desire. His eyes were smoldering and his smile lit something deep inside her. Some wonderful spark that had been dormant and cold for so long.

She wanted him.

“Does hurt,” he repeated as his hand continued up her back. Shivers of delight quaked through her as he pulled her a little closer. “Will you help?”

Oh, Fades .

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

He tensed up, as if in shock. Blast it all! Had she read him wrong? Had he meant something else?

Too late now. She’d already fitted her lips between his tusks. He tasted as sweet as the honey he’d drank. He was so soft and smooth. The spicy smell of him was flooding her senses and making her a little dizzy.

She used her tongue to probe at the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth.

Only after she’d delved her tongue inside did she realize he’d opened up to gasp. Too late now.

She pushed a little harder into him, and used the pad of her thumb to push on his chin, wanting deeper. He’d clearly never been kissed by anyone else before and had no idea what to do, but a deep groan as she stroked his tongue with hers betrayed his delight.

He tasted like bliss .

He made a little choked sound in the back of his throat.

“Breathe, Brovdir,” she said against his lips. “Through your nose.”

He sucked in a hard breath and then exhaled it on a growl that made her pussy clench with want. Feeling his tongue against hers, it was hard to forget how it had felt flicking her clit, pushing into her.

She clenched her thighs together at the memory. She’d gotten so slick!

He inhaled so sharp and quick it made her eyes pop open. His pupils had dilated to pinpricks, and he jerked away from her.

“Taste you again?”

She nodded before she’d even fully processed his request, and the grin of delight that flooded his features made her a little giddy.

At least until he swung her up and plopped her down on the table. Then burning need swallowed up every other emotion.

She spread her legs for him. “Yes, Brovdir. I want it.”

He let out a low growl that rumbled all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and made her clit throb.

And then he pushed her legs further apart.