Page 48 of The Orc Chief’s Baker (Orc Mates Of Faeda #4)

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

TRINIA

H er pussy clenched and her thighs trembled. Pleasure like she’d never known was coursing through her veins as Brovdir ground his cock against her clit.

And the idea of his fangs at her neck, his mouth holding her captive .

It only made the desire stronger .

“ Would mark you ,” he gasped. “Mark forever. ”

Forever.

Forever marked by him .

“ Yes! ” She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “Yes, I want it!”

His hips thrust and the head of his cock threatened to plunge inside her. She should be fighting it. She wasn’t in her right mind . The pulsing, aching bliss was too great to fight!

“Sh-shouldn’t,” Brovdir gasped out. The hand at his cock quickly pushed it upward, out of the danger zone and right into her aching, needy clit. She groaned loud and tipped her head again, elongating her neck. She heard him hiss out a desperate curse.

“ Please! ” She needed it. To feel his mouth around her neck, the sting of his fangs. She wanted to feel him everywhere, taking her in the only way he could.

Proving that she was his .

She wanted to belong to him the way he belonged to her!

“I’m yours , Brovdir!” He went still at her declaration, totally unmoving as he soaked in her words. “I’m yours completely. Mark me! ”

His groan sounded first.

Then she felt his breath all along her shoulder, her neck. The prick of his fangs.

The sting as he bit down .

It should have hurt! She’d seen his fangs; they were huge and ruthless and sunk so deep! Sunk deep in a way only he could!

Pleasure roared through her body as the sensation of him holding her captive rippled over her skin.

He gripped her ass, claws stinging her sensitive flesh as he ground her pussy on his cock.

Her desperate, pulsing clit raked over the rim where his shaft met the head over and over . Flicked back and forth.

She bucked wildly with his grip as the bliss built high. Up into her throat.

Brovdir roared into the bite! She felt the sound shuddering from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She went shivery cold and blistering as he came against her. His cum blasted right into her clit.

Ecstasy exploded behind her eyes as she came too.

She couldn’t get enough air to scream. Couldn’t do anything but feel as pleasure pulsed in waves through her.

It rippled from the sting of his bite. Roared down her back and limbs.

She trembled and writhed, and through it all Brovdir held her, kept her safe, helped her to ride out the storm.

She collapsed into his panting frame. The feel of his hot, heavy breath over her stinging shoulder felt so good . Her body was sated and relaxed and her frantic heartbeat subsided into a content, pulsing rhythm. She felt each beat in the bite.

Brovdir carefully released her, only to start lapping at the injury with his tongue. She squirmed under his attention, and he instantly stopped.

“Hurts?”

The worry in his tone made her melt. “No. Feels good.” It did. She could see the deep ring of teeth marks from the corner of her eye, feel the blood that trickled down her back, and yet it didn’t hurt. It simply tingled slightly and pulsed with her heartbeat.

“Can . . . I lick?”

“Yes.”

He instantly went back to the task of cleaning the wound with his tongue. Each lap was slow and methodical. His warm tongue soothed the sting away.

“Thank you,” he said between long licks. “Thank you, Trinia.”

She chuckled at the warmth in his voice. “You’ve earned it.” She dipped close to his neck, pressed her lips to his ear. “You’re such a good boy.”

He fell forward, buried his mouth against the bite wound and groaned. The only reason that the whole hall didn’t hear it was because it was muffled by her shoulder and instead, she felt that sound soak into the mark he’d given her and tremble all the way through her body.

She could feel him in every piece of her. Like a real thing curling inside her chest. Comforting, warm, supportive...

“You’re... mine now,” he whispered against her skin so low she almost couldn’t hear it.

“Yes,” she affirmed. “I am yours, Brovdir.”

She yipped as he picked her up, swung her around, and plunked her down on the box he’d been on. Her thighs clenched together, still sopping wet. Her pussy pulsed at the sudden loss of his cock.

But she didn’t have time to brood on that for long. Brovdir knelt before her, eyes fiery with intention.

“Fades, look at you.” His voice was husky and raw. “The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I adore every bit of you.”

He pushed up her skirts and kissed her damp thighs.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, but he didn’t linger, instead he kept trailing his lips upward to her rounded stomach, kissing tenderly as he went.

“You’re mine now. And I want to bask in my treasure.” His words made her shiver with pleasure. “I adore how soft you are. How smooth. How your body gives as I press into it.”

She lost all her breath as his lips caressed the folds of her skin, the bulges and creases and curves. He treated them with reverence .

He met her eyes. “I adore your fierceness. Your strength. Your intelligence. Your determination to do what is right and bravery to tell me what needs to be done without faltering.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and her heart swelled.

He cupped her face and pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her flooding eyes. “Everything, Trinia. Everything about you feels...”

She waited, breath caught.

His gaze was so soft. “You are home to me, Trinia of Oakwall. That is what you feel like. You smell like it, taste like it, and look like it. Everything about you draws me in and makes me more comfortable.”

She felt so warm and fluttery that for a moment, the world around her didn’t seem real. Everything blurred except for him .

And in his eyes, she could see the truth. “You... really are imprinted on me, aren’t you?”

Brovdir tensed and sat back slightly. “I... do not intend to pressure you.”

She grabbed his hands before he could go any further. “No, that’s not what I—so you really are? You’ve imprinted? On me?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“For how long?”

He averted his gaze, but she cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. His hard swallow made him wince, and she stroked his temple until he relaxed.

Finally, he mumbled. “First kiss. Didn’t realize at the time, though.”

“The first kiss.” She cupped his face with the other hand and searched his worried eyes. “You’ve felt this way from the first kiss . But how is that possible? It’s supposed to take time.”

“Don’t know,” he said carefully. “Same happened to Govek.”

“Oh, right. I heard about that,” Trinia said, thinking back to when her sister had come back from that first trade with the warriors ranting and raving, threatening to bring down the bakery with her fury over losing Govek.

And Trinia had barely minded because she’d just shared a kiss with the male kneeling right in front of her.

“But you avoided me for so long . You were fighting the imprint this whole time? Even when you were avoiding me?”

“Yes.” He held her gaze. “Regret it now. Won’t make this mistake again. I will never run from your side again, Trinia of Oakwall.”

Despite everything that had happened, because of everything that had happened, she believed him. To the depths of her soul, she knew that from this moment forward, she would never feel alone again.

Her body went lax and her mind calmed, and her tension eased away. Tension that had been lingering since her mother had gotten sick so many years ago.

Tears flooded her eyes.

Poor Brovdir’s blurry face instantly fell into panic. “Wha—I apologize. Trinia, I?—”

She dashed at the tears. “No, it’s not. It’s not you, it’s just...” She moved her hands down from his face and gripped his shoulders. “I’ve been on my own for so long. I had friends, of course, but it’s just... it’s not the same as... as...”

He cupped her neck and drew her forward, pressed her forehead to his. She could feel his steady breath on her face, helping her to breathe. His pulse was strong under her fingertips.

“You will not be alone again.” His voice was so solid and certain, and she helplessly leaned into him. “I vow this, Trinia. You are mine .”

She felt that down to the pit of herself. To her core. She was his , and in this moment, nothing else mattered. Not the bakery, not the sinkholes, not the prophecy. It was just her and him anchored in to ride out the storm.

They sat like that for a long time, just holding each other, allowing a moment of stillness which was so rare of late. She relished it. Relished the steady feeling of being cared for, of being given the space to breathe.

“I feel like I’ve been sprinting for years,” she murmured, eyes still shut, but she could feel Brovdir all around her.

His warmth, his spicy scent... “Since I took over mother’s bakery, I’ve never had a chance to slow down.

” She opened her eyes and found him staring back at her.

“Thank you, Brovdir, for giving me a moment of peace in the chaos.”

His hand came up and brushed at the back of her head.

“Always.”

He truly meant that.

And she believed him.

She leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Sweetly. She poured her gratitude into the kiss, nibbling gently at his lips, scratching at the nape of his neck. He let out a huff of pure contentment and pleasure.

She tipped her head to deepen the kiss.

And a sharp pain radiated from her neck. From the bite wound. She’d almost forgotten.

Brovdir instantly released her. “I’ll find bandages.”

He got up and her hands fell back down into her lap, as disappointment flattened her. She would have him back the moment her neck had been fixed up.

Brovdir searched the storeroom shelves. His posture was easy, and his expression was calm but for a light furrow of concentration.

He was so stable.

And she was so lucky to have him for support.

“You always call it your mother’s bakery.”

She blinked, her thoughts derailed instantly.