Page 34 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Twenty-Four

brOVDIR

H e could not wait to taste her even a moment longer.

He spread her legs wide, and lapped the sweet, wetness from her entrance all the way to the little nub at the top.

She let out a groan that barreled through him, gripping his throat like a vice. That hardened his cock to the point of pain.

He licked again, drinking her up. Her hips trembled as if she were resisting the urge to thrust into him.

Fuck , he wanted her to. He wanted her to grab his hair and pull him in deep and grind herself on him. He wanted her to use his tongue for her pleasure.

Her feet flexed, heels dug into his back. He licked her again, swirled the tip of his tongue around her nub, and she twisted against him.

He doubled his efforts, licking, swirling, sucking.

He slipped his hands under her bum. It felt so fucking good in his palms, plump and soft. He pulled her up, bracing her weight in his hands as he flattened his tongue and raked it up her slit.

Her heels pushed into his shoulder blades as she thrust up into him.

“Brovdir, yes ,” she groaned and the sound of his name on her lips was so sweet it nearly did him in. His cock was throbbing and weeping.

He tightened his hold, firmed his lips around her nub, and sucked hard.

She instantly fell to pieces. Her cry was deafening. Her hips bounced, her thighs clenched.

Her hands reached down to clench his hair, and she ground herself against his mouth, just like he’d longed for. Fades help him! It felt too good. It was too much. His cock swelled, and he teetered right on the edge.

He couldn’t. The next spill had to be inside her or she would not be rendered with child.

His heart pitched and his muscles bunched.

Why was his body rebelling against that thought? Didn’t he want to render her with child? Wasn’t that the point of this?

Confused and dismayed, Brovdir tried to distract himself from the oddity by lapping at her again.

“H-hold on.” Her voice was a sigh of deep satisfaction. It felt wonderful in his ears. “I need a break. Just... for a moment.”

Yes. That’s exactly what he needed to. A break.

He sat back, placing her bum back down on the table, and his sight was filled with her gorgeous form. Her chest was heaving, her body was shaking, and her brows were pinched with ecstasy. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in all his years.

He moved up and away from her pussy, allowing her legs to come down off his shoulders so he could curl into her side. He just wanted to be close to her. To feel her warmth against him. To breathe with her tempo until their heart beats matched.

But just as he’d settled in next to her on the table, she said. “T-the couch?”

His heart felt like it fell right out of his chest.

He shouldn’t be so disappointed. She’d just asked for space.

He got up to let her have it, and a tightness firmed around his arm. He blinked down to find Trinia scooting off the table. She pushed off and got to her feet.

Only to have her knees buckle.

He caught her instantly, lifting her up with ease.

“Thank you,” she squeaked. “I... I just need a moment. Can we go to the couch?”

She wanted to join him on the couch!

He walked them both over without preamble and flopped down with her snugly in his lap. Right where his cock was trying to tear free of his pants.

Trinia sounded breathless, but she didn’t try to escape him. Instead, she snuggled in a little. Placed her small hands against his chest, right over his heart, like she was cradling it with her palms.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and her body went lax.

Oh, Fades be praised! That felt good. So good. He couldn’t resist snuggling into her too, resting his cheek on her hair. Nothing had ever felt this full and light and comfortable.

She let out a contended hum that made his bones melt. Her voice was sleep rich as she murmured. “We... we should keep going right? We need to finish.”

Fuck no. “It can wait till morn.”

“Really?” she asked softly. “But I can tell how queued up you are.”

She wiggled her bum against his erection, and he gritted his teeth. “ Break .”

Her sigh of relief felt magical. “Thank you, Brovdir. I know... I know I’m making this difficult on you.”

She was. She absolutely was. But not for the reasons he knew she meant. He held her a little tighter. “I like this. Want a break too.”

“All right.” She paused a moment and then brought her hand up to his face. Passed his tusk. Over his ear.

Her hand grazed through his hair. The tips of her nails scratched along his scalp.

He moaned and a delighted shiver swept over him.

She continued to comb his hair with her fingers and his body progressively became more and more relaxed.

Every muscle loosened, even ones he had not realized were tight.

His eyes drooped, and his mind succumbed to a deep, unwavering contentment.

A kind of ease that had been so incredibly rare in his life of fighting and fear.

It felt like home.

Fades, he’d never truly known the meaning of that word until this moment.

Home .

A slight murmur met his ears, and he somehow found the strength to open his eyes.

Trinia’s eyes were closed. Her body had gone boneless. Her lips were parted as she sighed in her sleep.

And she was still gently caressing his hair. Just slightly. Even in her slumber, she tried to comfort him.

His chest swelled with an emotion he couldn’t name. One that made the world brighten and go quiet at the same time. One that felt so rich and wonderful he could hardly fathom it.

He picked Trinia up from the couch—very carefully. Her hand fell away from his head and down into her lap, but she did not wake.

With quick and quiet steps, he carried her to the bed, laid her down on the farthest side, and crawled in next to her.

She rolled toward him, back into his chest. She used his arm as a pillow and his body heat as her blanket. The contentment he felt in this moment was unreal. Like a gift from the Fades themselves.

He did not deserve her.

And he would never let her go.