Page 47 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Thirty-Six

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F ades have mercy! He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.

“Hold still, Brovdir.”

But he would have to.

Trinia’s little mouth moved down, licking each of his scars.

Nibbling gently. She bathed the old wounds at his chest and flicked at his nipple again and sparks of desire shocked his system.

His muscles bunched and his teeth gnashed and the basal need to have her was a real thing in his mind.

It gripped so hard around his head that he saw stars.

She moved downward, tracing each puckered scar with her perfect tongue.

She paid careful attention to where she was touching.

And where she was not touching. His cock was so hard it was aching.

It twitched at every touch. Pulsed with every wicked flick of her tongue.

It threatened to rip through his leather pants.

Finally, her eyes flickered to it, and he could feel her stare. Fuck! He wasn’t going to last!

“Let’s take these off.” She traced the edge of his waistband.

His hands were shaking as he undid the ties and shimmied them off his hips.

Trinia’s breath caught and her eyes went impossibly wide as she examined his cock. Should he have gone slower? Was she going to change her mind?

But then her eyes drifted slightly to a thin scar on his right thigh that was dangerously close to his groin.

He’d had many grizzly, deep and life-threatening injuries, but that one was one of the worst. That one haunted him with how close it had come to destroying any chance of bearing a son.

Sometimes he could still feel the sharp pain of it, like it had been slashed all over again.

His breath caught in his throat as Trinia dipped.

He felt the heat of her breath first, soothing and hot. Then the press of her lips.

Sweet Fades her tongue .

He let out a quiet groan as pleasure raged through him. His blood caught fire as tingling bliss radiated from his thigh to his groin. His cock pulsed hard with every beat of his frantic heart, and his mind reeled.

He would not be able to hold out. He couldn’t do it! The urge to plunge deep into her and fill her with his cum was overpowering .

Her lips brushed away from his thigh and she said low, “Good boy.”

Oh, Fades be fucked.

That praise felt like a lifeline .

“Hold out for me.”

Blast him back to the depths! His muscles clenched and his skin tingled and his very veins pounded with aching need .

But he would hold . He had to! His woman had given him a command, and he would die before disobeying her.

She wasn’t making it easy. She kissed a path to his lower stomach, licked right under his belly button. His muscles contracted and he let out a hiss.

“Hmm . . . you look so desperate.”

Ah fuck , he was. He wanted her so badly he could taste it on the back of his tongue. His mind felt muddled and raw. His flesh was shivery and damp from the exertion of holding out against her wicked little tongue.

“I think you can handle a little more.”

No, he couldn’t! He couldn’t ? —

She positioned herself on her knees, with her mouth right next to his cock. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes were twinkling, and her smile was a gift from the Fades themselves. She was so blasted gorgeous. He lost all his breath.

Oh, sweet mercy, he absolutely would handle more.

“Don’t come, Brovdir. That’s an order.”

He would not . He’d die first!

She dipped in low, mouth open, damp tongue extending. The blood in his veins stopped.

She lapped at his cock. Her hot, wet tongue starting from the base of his shaft and going all the way up, up, up!

Jolting waves of pleasure burst from his cock as her tongue flattened over the top, but he did not come ! He couldn’t ! She’d told him no, no , NO .

“Such a good boy.” Her voice was teasing and low and husky and fuck ! He wanted to bottle up that sound and drink it. To make it a part of him. “You’re holding out so well. I can feel your body convulsing. It’s hard, isn’t it? Hard to stop yourself from coming?”

“ Ye-es .” His voice didn’t sound like his own.

“Just a little more.” She dipped low and lapped at him again.

The sound he made in the back of his throat didn’t sound real . Like pure desperation and pleasure twisted into a basal plea . He dug his nails into the box he was seated on and could feel it splintering in his palms.

And then she was gone. Moving away from him. Panic gripped his chest, and he reached out to snatch her arms. He would never let her leave. Never .

Fuck! He was being too rough.

A chuckle met his ears, and he snapped his gaze to search her face. She was absolutely the most breathtaking sight he’d ever seen. Beaming, flush, lips parted as she panted.

“You are such a good boy, Brovdir.” She settled in his lap, crawling close. He tightened his grip on her. “You’ve held out long enough.”

Fuck yes! Yes!

But what about her? Was she ready? He hadn’t even touched her yet.

“I know this is going to be hard for you.” She leaned in close to his ear and he took a sharp inhale through his nose.

She smelled exquisite . She was just as needy as he was. Her sweet, dewdrop scented arousal was so strong it surrounded him.

He needed to prepare her. Now .

“Be careful not to let your cock go inside me.”

What?

His confusion must have shown because she met his eyes. “I’m... not your conquest, Brovdir.”

Oh fuck. He’d almost forgotten. His throat closed.

She hiked up her skirts high, stretched her legs around his thighs. He could feel the heat of her core warming his cock.

He could not fathom what she was doing.

“I’m not your conquest.” She cupped his face with both of her hands, stroked back his hair. “I’m yours .”

Yours.

Yes!

The word rippled through him and then she spread herself further and plunked right down in his lap.

The lips of her pussy instantly enveloped his cock. Wet and hot.

His rational mind winked out.

And then she thrust her hips, gliding his cock along her pussy. It slipped through her damp core, raking over the hot flesh. He could feel every twitch and twist as she rode him.

The thrill was unbelievable. The temptation to thrust inside her was maddening. The fierce need to control himself only made his desire and pleasure greater.

“Oh Brovdir ,” she groaned, and his hips bucked helplessly at the sound. It was too good. Too much! He couldn’t stop himself.

As if she sensed his control slipping, she reached down to grip his cock, making sure the head never found her entrance. She bucked and rocked and ground her clit against him. She was so wet the motion was effortless and she began to pant in his ear, moan against his neck.

It was too sweet . Too good . The pleasure was vibrant and overwhelming and raw . He reached between their bodies, placed a hand over hers, helped her grind the head of his cock against her clit.

This was far more than just rutting her. Far greater than simply plunging into her body and finishing the job. They worked in tandem, focused on each other. He met her eyes, and she held his gaze.

In her eyes, he could see everything .

Their future .

He hissed out a breath as his jaw threatened to unhinge.

Fuck, he wanted to bite her .

“Oh Brovdir ,” she groaned, eyebrows pinched. She was getting close. He could feel her clit hardening against his cock.

Fades help him. His instinct to bite was absolutely screaming , overwhelming his brain. He tried to clench his teeth together to stop himself.

And then her head lulled to the side and her neck extended and words slipped from his lips. “I need to bite! ”

Her eyes shot open. Her body trembled and bucked.

He panted. “Don’t show your neck. I want to bite you . Too hard to control.”

Her lips parted in shock and he felt her pussy clench around his cock. He hissed with pleasure.

And then she spoke words he never thought he would hear.

“Yes, Brovdir. I want you to!”