Page 19 of The Orc’s Sweetheart (Creatures & Cottages)

Chapter 19

Tilly

I try my best not to stomp out of The Lonely Rake, but internally I’m fuming. Too often, creatures—regardless of species—would take advantage of healthcare workers, asking us to diagnose them while simply shopping for groceries. I never mind helping a friend, or taking a quick look at something concerning them when they’re nervous about going to the hospital.

What I do mind, though, is being treated like I’m permanently on call, like some diagnosing commodity meant to serve the public whenever they want. Sometimes when I was on duty at Cape Easton University Hospital, patients’ families would wait behind a curtain divider, or corner me inside the bathroom, and I do not want that habit to continue in Starry Hill.

Aurelius might not have realized how inappropriate it was to try to show me his penis in the middle of the store, but I’m proud of myself for halting him before he could do so. Seeing it once at the clinic was more than enough for me. Maybe some creatures would appreciate what Aurelius has got going on downstairs, but I can’t imagine liking any other cock than Bodin’s.

Bodin’s cock is deliciously thick, and those ridges… I can only imagine what they would feel like inside of me. Not even to mention his piercings… Holy shit. Who would’ve thought?! I still need to ask him when he got them, because I didn’t take him for a piercing type of guy.

Bodin has really wanted to spend our breakfast dates getting to know each other, and I love that so much about him, so I’ve kept myself from steering our conversations in any sexual direction.

Though, when I was doing the dishes yesterday, and he came up behind me… The way his hands caressed my body felt almost worshipful. Then he made me come on his fingers, right there while looking out at the green hills, bent over the sink. I may have relived that moment with my own fingers in the bath last night while picturing the way he looked with his beard soaked with my arousal.

Lost in my dirty thoughts, I walk past the first row of plants in front of The Lonely Rake, when a large hand wraps around my arm. I jump at the contact and ready myself to scream, but pause when Bodin’s handsome face comes into focus.

“Wh—”

Bodin holds a finger up to his lips, indicating that I should be silent. My brows furrow, trying to figure out what’s happening, but just knowing it’s him has my pounding heart already calming. There’s mischief dancing in his dark eyes as he tugs me toward the side of the building. I follow him on quiet feet, confused as hell but more than a little intrigued.

As we round the corner of The Lonely Rake, Bodin pulls me into his body and dips his head down, letting his lips brush the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I just overheard how you put Aurelius in his place. Hearing you talk to him like that, made me so proud to be yours.”

I suck in a breath and my body melts into his. I reach my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to ask against his pointed ears, “You like it when I’m bossy?”

Bodin’s big hand curves around my ass and he pulls me closer, tucking one thigh between my legs so I’m straddling it. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and shivers race up my spine. “Yes,” he breathes. “Maybe you can boss me around in the bedroom one day?”

I weave my fingers into the strands at his nape and tug on them, tilting his face to the side. “I’d love to,” I whisper before gently biting down on his thick trapezius muscle.

Bodin pulls back and lowers his face so we’re eye to eye. There’s an intensity burning in his gaze that has my pussy pulsing. “But right now,” he says slowly, his smirk growing more cocky with every word. “I’d love to reward you for being such a good girl.”

“A good girl?” I ask, trying out the sound of the phrase. Why does it turn me on? Didn’t he just say he likes it when I’m bossy? Perhaps I can be both.

“Yes, you’re my good girl. I’m so proud of you for drawing firm boundaries.” Bodin’s grip on my ass grows stronger and he pulls me higher on his thigh.

I don’t know what’s happening, but I really like it. I can investigate my new praise kink discovery at a later date. Right now, I’m just going to lean into it.

“Yeah?” I ask in a tiny voice barely audible to human ears.

Bodin bobs his head and his tongue pokes out between his tusks to wet his lips. “Do you want to know what your reward is?”

“Yes, please.” My heart patters away in my chest, my breaths getting shallow as the anticipation builds.

Gripping my chin between his fingers, Bodin makes sure my focus is only on him. I think even if a horn blared from close behind me at this moment, it couldn’t take me out of this bubble he’s created for us.

“Right here, right now,” Bodin explains clearly, “you’re going to ride my thigh until you climax in these pretty purple scrubs of yours.”

“Here? Now?” I repeat, shivering at the command. Not with nerves, though, it’s all excitement. Can I really do it? We’re in the alley at the end of the street, so no one should be able to see us. But maybe that adds to the fun of it. Someone could see us.

Bodin cups my face tenderly, possibly reading my hesitation. “Think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

My smile is saucy as I answer confidently, “Yes.”

Bodin walks us backward until I’m pressed against the stone wall of The Lonely Rake, his muscular thigh lodged firmly between my legs. “We’re going to keep your clothes on, and you’re going to be very quiet. I don’t want anyone seeing or hearing my girl as she comes all over my thigh, especially not Aurelius. You good with those rules, Matilda?”

I swallow, my heart pounding in my throat. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, use my thigh to make yourself come.”

I’m awkward at first as I roll my hips experimentally, the fabric between us making it hard to feel much against my clit. I widen my stance a little and Bodin moves his thigh so only the tips of my toes touch the ground.

“My perfect Tilly,” Bodin whispers as he dips his head and drags a tusk up the side of my neck. I whimper and roll my hips again, a little harder this time.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Bodin presses open-mouthed kisses along my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. One of his large hands cups my breast, massaging and caressing it as I continue to rock on his hard thigh.

I pant, already feeling the blurry edges of a climax building in my core, as my whole body sings under Bodin’s touch and praise.

“There you go. That’s my Matilda.” His words have my head lolling back, giving him more access as he licks, and nibbles and sucks on the delicate skin. I don’t even care about the possibility of bruises as I chase my pleasure.

Bodin reaches a hand down the back of my pants, slipping it under the band of my underwear, to palm one cheek. “This ass, Matilda. I have dreams of this ass.” He grips me tighter, encouraging me to ride harder and faster, the friction now at the perfect level.

My blunt nails dig into his skin, my heart hammers, my breaths coming in short huffs but my orgasm hovers just out of reach.

“You’re so beautiful. So smart. Funny. Kind. And you’re mine. I’m going to make you so happy. Every day.”

With those promises in my ear, my body seizes, back bowing as my climax crests. Bodin wraps me in his arms and presses his mouth to mine, swallowing the cry that wants to escape, all while he rocks me on his leg, letting me ride my orgasm out until I return from whatever realm he just sent me.

Dizzy and satisfied, I rest my head against his chest as my body quakes with the remnants of my release. Bodin rubs slow circles on my back as he whispers more muffled words of praise that I can’t make out.

I lean back to look into his eyes. There’s a tenderness there that I’ve not seen before, but it speaks of an emotion that I know has been growing in my own heart as well. I know we’re not naming it yet, but it’s obvious where we’re both heading, and it’s very soon.