Page 28 of The Orc’s Sweetheart (Creatures & Cottages)

Chapter 28

Tilly

T o no one’s surprise, Bodin and I are ready for our claiming ceremony much earlier than we originally planned to have it.

The night we came home from Cape Easton and walked into our cottage, we knew we didn’t want anything or anyone else, nor did we want to wait. So, right there in the kitchen, with me perched on the counter and Bodin standing between my legs, he asked me to officially be his forever.

I never needed the extravagant, romantic proposal he originally planned. I will only ever need Bodin, just as he is.

After very vocally—and sexually—showing him how much I like the idea of calling him mine forever, we were engaged.

The next morning, we told Doc Calla—or Ma as I call her when we’re not at work—then called my parents, and scheduled a ceremony for the first available day that everyone could attend.

Now, I’m standing at one end of the beach on Kraken Cove, ready to walk toward Bodin and state our claims for each other in front of all our family and friends.

Across the ocean, the sun rises, painting the sky in a beautiful pastel gradient of orange, yellow, pink, and blue. Some of our guests may have grumbled about waking up so early for the ceremony, but Bodin and I wanted to say our vows during our favorite time of day. This view just confirms that it was the right choice.

Audrey bends down and arranges the billowy chiffon of my lilac dress that Peregrine designed and made, the lace exquisite with its leafy patterns that gather around my breasts and fade toward the bottom. She checks my off-the-shoulder flowy sleeves, then hands me my bouquet.

The flowers are a beautiful arrangement by Annamae of hydrangeas and peonies from our garden, and other greens from the island added to the outside. I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply, calm and surety rooting themselves into my very being that I’m in the right place at the right time with the right person.

My cousin takes my free hand and whispers, “You’re positively glowing today. I’m so happy you found your perfect match. But I’m just going to throw this out there—if you have any signs of cold feet, I’ll spring you out of here. No questions asked. ”

I shake my head. “Luckily my feet are feeling pretty toasty. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

Audrey gives Marisol a nod, and the beautiful siren picks up her lyre to accompany me as I practically float down the aisle flanked by all of Starry Hill and guests from Cape Easton.

At the other end, Bodin is looking dapper in his buttoned white shirt, wiping at his eyes as I approach. My grin is all teeth, happiness radiating from the bottom of my heart until it feels like I might cast a literal glow around me.

Bodin struggles with his self-restraint, his feet shifting as if I’m not getting to him fast enough. He finally gives up and jogs halfway down the aisle to meet me and rests his hands on my waist.

His eyes are watery as he whispers, “You look devastatingly beautiful. I couldn’t wait a second longer.”

I throw my arms around his neck and raise myself onto my bare tiptoes. “You look delectably dapper, and good enough to marry.”

Bodin grins and scoops me up, carrying me to the ceremony arbor bursting with foliage from the forest we found Annamae in.

The whole ceremony is a blur from there on. There are tears, laughter, hugs and kisses, as we stumble happily through our vows and exchange bracelets.

Bodin and I both have jobs where it’s not always possible to wear rings, so we decided to have claiming bracelets made from the same cloth used in our handfasting. The fabric we chose is from the Stewart clan, a nod to Arran’s heritage as founder of Starry Hill and a means of honoring him for the community he provides a safe haven for.

The look on Ma’s proud face as she gets onto the stepladder to perform the final part of the ceremony will forever be imprinted in my mind.

Binding our hands together with the special tartan, Ma raises her jubilant voice, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Before she’s even finished the official proclamation, Bodin sweeps me into his arms and dips me for a passionate kiss, which I return just as enthusiastically. We get so lost in the moment that we forget about the guests. After a while their cheering penetrates our ears, and Bodin and I pull apart with looks promising that there will be more of that. Soon.

I raise my bouquet high as Bodin carries me down the aisle while everyone claps and whistles, throwing delphinium confetti as we pass them.

We only last a short while at the reception, thanking guests for coming and eating whatever bite-size snacks Calixta or Beryl stuff into our hands. Bodin never moves away from my side, keeping at least one hand on me at all times, but our need for each other grows, the need to seal our claiming driving us until we’re practically fused together.

I’m already eyeing a route to escape and get back to the cottage to start the private part of our day, when a sunny face with blonde curls piled on top of her head appears in front of us.

“Congratulations! This was such a beautiful ceremony! I’m Maisie, Richard and Annamae’s niece.” I recognize Maisie from the hospital and remember she moved to the island to help out at The Flowering Teapot. Annamae hasn’t regained full strength in her injured arm yet, so I guess Maisie will be sticking around for a while.

I shake her hand. “Thank you so much. We’re so happy you came. I guess I also have you to thank for helping with the delicious cake and other treats?”

Maisie’s face lights up. “Yes. I found a grove of tangerine trees close to Uncle Richard’s house and was inspired to create something light and fresh for your ceremony. My taste runs a little, some will say eccentric, but I like to call it adventurous.”

I bite my smile back, because I was quite surprised by the unexpected flavor combination. “It was great, very memorable.”

Maisie claps her hands and her smile magnifies. “Thank you! I added coffee and cinnamon to the tangerine base. It’s delightful, isn’t it?”

Bodin saves me from trying to find a suitable response, and replies diplomatically, “Can’t wait to visit the bakery and try some more of your adventurous creations.”

We make small talk for another minute or so, before Bodin dips down and sucks on my neck, the action working like a straight shot to my pussy. I gasp and my knees go weak, the tiny scrap of underwear I put on today getting more and more damp with every added touch from him.

Bodin’s hand digs into my soft hips as he holds me up, his warm breath fanning against my ear. “We have to go. Right now. If I don’t get you behind a door and naked within the next few minutes, I’m going to fuck you right here on the beach in front of everyone. ”

I don’t hesitate for one second. “Let’s go.”

Bodin scoops me up and marches through the white sand like there’s a fire licking at his heels. As we make our way across the beach, our guests applaud and whistle, shouting well-wishes mixed with very salacious commentary I’m kind of taking note of. I throw my bouquet into the crowd and a stunned Audrey catches it—accidentally. I laugh at the freaked-out look on her face. One might think I just threw a scorpion at her or something.

When we’re out of sight, I start nipping at Bodin’s throat, licking, sucking, biting. I tighten my hold on his hair and tilt his head until my lips brush against the shell of his ear.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. To have our claiming consummated and being rutted into for three days is something I’ve dreamed about since I met you.”

Bodin groans and almost misses a step, but he quickly finds his footing and runs faster toward home, unable to form any coherent sentences anymore as I keep up my sweet torture with filthy suggestions of what I want him to do to me.

For the next few days, I’ll be a fuck toy. Bodin’s very willing fuck toy.

Our whole house is already stocked with water and food. There are spare sheets and lots of goodies scattered throughout the house, all prepared by Calixta and Beryl.

Before the ceremony, my two new sisters took me for a drink at The Singing Seahorse and double-checked that I knew what to expect from the next couple of days. I like that they worry about me, but there’s no need. I’m more than ready.

Bodin and I have pretty much been fused together, fucking at every opportunity we can, since Cape Easton. He mentioned something about the rut being a marathon and that I need to work up to it.

I take my training very seriously.

When the cottage comes into view, Bodin puts on a burst of speed down the cobbled path, then suddenly, my back meets the door. I feel behind me, trying to find the knob so I can open it, but there’s no more waiting.

My entire body hums with anticipation, my clit throbbing, my senses heightened until I can only see my husband. Mine .

Bodin shifts me so only his hips are holding me up, my feet dangling off the ground, his hands free to roam and his lips ready to taste.

“Mine,” he growls in a voice so deep it rumbles like the warning of a volcano. “My wife.” He dips his head down and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss, a branding, a kiss that’s filled with filthy promises, a kiss I’ll never forget.

I return his kiss eagerly, our tongues dueling, letting him know I’m his just as much as he’s mine. There’s nothing tentative about us now, no more searching, never wondering again, only certainty.

His voice pure primal need, Bodin demands against my mouth, “Open the door, Matilda. Inside. Now.”

My hand fumbles behind me as Bodin kneads my breasts, my thighs, my ass. My breaths are shallow, his labored, our hunger for each other our only priority.

The knob finally turns in my hand and we stumble inside, mouths still fused together. On his next step, his foot catches on the stack of bottled water next to the entry way. We start tumbling toward the cold stone floor, but Bodin flips us, landing on his back with a loud “oof” and me on top of him.

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to move off him.

Bodin tightens his hands on me. “Fine. Can’t wait. Need you.” He bundles the skirt of my dress and shoves it higher until he’s staring at the evidence of my desire for him. “Sit on my face, Matilda Terral. Soak your husband’s beard.”

Hearing that raw need, that edge of feral creeping into his tone as he says my new name, has me obedient and moving up his body until I’m kneeling over his face.

Bodin fists the gusset of my soaked thong and pulls it down, the sides digging into my skin before they snap, ripping it from my body.

The first scrape of his tusks against my pussy lips feels like a vow of the pleasure that’s to come. Bodin groans with approval as he licks up my center, his tongue flat and wide as he drags it from my entrance to the clit. He repeats the motion again, my legs shaking and eyes rolling back with the sensations.

Curling his arms around my thighs, Bodin pulls me down until I’m no longer holding myself up, but my full weight is resting on him. I’m about to protest about his breathing capabilities, when he mumbles with breath warm against my pussy, “I thought I told you to sit on my face. Give me your full weight, Matilda. Ride me. Soak me. Own me.”

An uninhibited moan crawls up my throat, turning into a cry of pleasure that reverberates around the room when Bodin nudges my clit with his nose and spears his thick tongue into my wet cunt. Then, I ride his face.

I rock my hips, swiveling them, finding the best rhythm that has me climbing toward my peak. Bodin eats me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, like he’s been deprived of me for too long, like I’m his salvation.

My cries go louder, my movements stronger, pleasure building in my spine until my whole body tingles with the anticipation of the peak that’s to come. I no longer know who’s getting more enjoyment out of this with Bodin practically moaning underneath me as he tries to lick up every drop of arousal that he’s causing.

Soon, my back arches and my thighs lock around his head, squeezing tight as my orgasm barrels into me, rolling through my body in a giant wave until it ebbs into soft ripples. Bodin guides me through it, gentling his licks, pressing open-mouthed kisses to me until I’m limp and boneless. Yet, I want more.

I lift up onto my knees to see Bodin’s face. His eyes are hungry, his smirk lascivious, his beard shining with my release.

“More.” The word is all gravel, demand, need.

He sits up in one movement and flips me, positioning me onto my knees, my body an all-too-willing vessel for him to maneuver however he chooses.

“Show me my cunt, wife. Show me how much you want your husband’s cock,” Bodin says from behind me, followed by the sounds of a zipper lowering.

I whimper, wanting to please him so badly, wanting to prove that my body wants him as much as my heart does right here on the floor in the entryway of our cottage.

I gather my skirt around my waist, then lower myself onto my elbows. I spread my knees apart and push my ass back, arching my back to ensure he gets the perfect view of my dripping pussy, my desire for him.

A satisfied moan reverberates up from Bodin’s chest. If I didn’t know orc biology, I would’ve thought he’s purring.

A rough hand lands on my ass, squeezing, then the other hand joins, pulling my cheeks apart as Bodin inspects my holes. “I’m going to take all of you, wife. Every hole. I want to brand myself inside you, cover you in my cum, imprint my very soul onto yours so you never forget who you belong to.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

Bodin shuffles forward and the wide head of his cock presses against my opening. “Count my piercings, wife. Count how many belong to you as I claim your cunt.”

Each ridge, each piercing as he pushes forward feels like a revelation, a branding iron with Bodin’s name staking his claim not only on my cunt but on my very being.

I pant each number as he advances until I count all eight.

When he’s fully seated, he groans with pleasure, then asks in a voice raw with lust, “Do you like how hard you make me, Matilda? Do you like knowing this cock belongs to you?”

“Yes,” I moan huskily, desperate for him. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Heavy breathing fills the air as Bodin slowly retreats until just the tip remains inside me.

“I’m riding the edge now, sweetheart. Once I start thrusting my rut will fully kick in. You ready?”

The fact that Bodin still has enough control to check in with me when he’s this close to his rut, just makes me love him so much more.

“Yes. Fuck me. Claim me,” I pant, pushing my hips back, trying to impale myself on his thick cock.

Satisfied with my consent, he drives forward with a snap of his hips, a victorious shout falling from his lips as he fills me to the hilt in one move. He drives into me over and over and over again, gripping my hips, his balls slapping against my clit with the force of his thrusts.

Our bodies create a symphony of carnal sounds, the world outside fading away until we’re the only two creatures in the universe.

My second orgasm crests in a sweeping arc and I fall apart on Bodin’s cock, my pussy pulsing with my release as I shout my husband’s name.

Before I can collapse, Bodin sits back on his heels, pulling me onto his lap as he pistons into me from below.

I whimper, moan, cry with pleasure in this new position. The feel of his thick cock, of each piercing is so much more intense, so deep, as I bounce on his lap.

I come again. My pussy contracts around Bodin’s cock and his hips stutter as he finds his own release, filling my pussy up with his seed.

Breathing hard, he wraps his arms around me and presses a soft kiss to the base of my neck. “Again.”

Bodin carries me to the couch where we finally take off our ceremony clothes and fuck on the rut-friendly covers. Then he fucks me on the kitchen counter, right where we had our first kiss.

Bodin gives me water to drink and carries me to the bathroom next where he joins me in the tub, and then we fuck there too, before finally making it to the bed for a short nap.

Bodin’s energy never wanes, his cock never flags, and I’m a happy, needy vessel for his pleasure as he claims me over and over and over again until I lose all sense of reality.

To me, there’s only Bodin.

The process repeats itself over the following four days—one day longer than expected, but we never seem to tire of each other.

When we finally emerge from the haze of our claiming rut, we’re sated and happy and ready for whatever adventure awaits us. Perhaps even expanding our family.

But first, we’re going to watch the sunrise from our garden, enjoy breakfast, then we’ll get back to our community—our Starry Hill. Together.