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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Verna

With a groan, Jorak took control of the kiss, and I was beyond delighted to let him. With him kneeling between my legs, I was able to push forward, rub myself— all of myself—along the hard planes of his body. I loved the way he gripped my hair—as if I was his lifeline—as he plundered my mouth.

He was so much bigger than me that even when I was sitting, his cock didn’t fully line up with where I wanted it. I gyrated my hips and knew I was rubbing the dew of my arousal all over his kilt.

Oh well. I would wash it for him.

Later .

When his lips trailed along my jaw toward the sensitive spot beneath my ear, I gasped and wriggled against him, loving the way his chest stimulated my nipples. The linen gown had long since parted, and the sensation of it sliding over my skin was just one more thing to drive me wild.

“ Dkaar . Tlak’dkam, ” he murmured against my throat, and I tipped my head back with a groan to give him access. God, I loved when he lost control and spoke in his people’s ancient tongue.

Or mayhap I just loved his tongue, period.

His hold on my hair loosened, then his hand was sliding down my back, around my side, down my thigh and back up again. I shuddered, already so aroused at the strength of his touch, and my fingers dug into his hair.

“Oh, God, Jorak, yes .”

“Tell me,” he commanded, his mouth against my shoulder. “Tell me what ye like, dkaar .”

“I want you to touch me,” I groaned. “Everywhere.”

“Here?” he murmured, sliding his hand up to cup my breast. ‘Twas a gentle touch, and I shuddered.

“ Aye .”

What was it with males and tits? Since working for Alred, I’d had all sorts of men squeezing and plucking and biting them. Some even wanted me to use them on their cocks, so they could spill across them.

But none— none of them—had ever treated my breasts with the reverence and softness Jorak showed them.

I wanted to lean back, to spread myself out, to let him feast gently upon my skin…but I didn’t want to break the contact. So I held on as if my life depended upon it, and lost myself in the pleasure.

I gasped when he dragged his wickedly ridged tongue across my nipple.

“Ye like that?” he murmured. “More?”

“More please.” I loved that he knew my body already, and that he was asking me what I wanted. “I love your tongue.”

Was it my imagination, or did he smile at that?

“My tongue loves ye.”

With that, he turned to capture my other breast, and his tusk scraped along my nipple. The sensation—hard and smooth and wet—had me gasping and arching against him, clutching him to me.

Enough!

“I want you in me, Jorak. Your cock, please.”

He reared back, his hand still cupping me, his expression guarded.

“This is about yer pleasure, dkaar .”

“Nay,” I said firmly, tightening my hold so he’d know I meant it. “I have already come once.” When he frowned, I elaborated. “Jorak, just thinking of you and what you could do to me made me come. I told you I touched myself, did I not?”

His eyes flared green. “Ye touched yerself when ye thought of me, and brought yerself to climax?”

“Of course.” I grinned. “And it was not the first time.”

“Malla the Beginner,” he whispered in what sounded like awe, his gaze darting over my face.

I gyrated my core against him. “I am pleased , you must believe me. But now I want your cock. In me.”

When he opened his mouth again, possibly to object, I hurried to explain.

“In the last days I have become close with some of the women in this village, and they have told me what to expect when it comes to sex with you.”

Avaleen had been quite explicit, with Nan offering suggestions and naughty cackles. Myra had listened, her dark skin flushing, as Isadora asked dozens of questions. I guess she and Torvolk hadn’t fully Mated yet.

But now Jorak’s gaze turned wary.

“What to expect?”

I dropped my hands, running my palms across his muscled shoulders. One hand slid down the remains of his right arm, and I saw him shudder as I caressed the scar tissue there, while the other…

The other dropped to the bulge in his kilt, and when I wrapped my fingers around his cock, he groaned.

“They tell me that an orc’s cock is made for pleasuring his Mate. When you impale me with it, I will climax. It is a gift from the gods to ensure I am ready to take you again and again.”

His eyes were half-shut as I stroked him through his plaid, but he managed to rasp, “This…this is true.”

“I want to experience that, Jorak. Please? Please give me your cock?”

“Ye’re certain?” he groaned.

“ Now , Jorak!”

His arm snaked around me, pulling me close.

“Lift my kilt,” he ground out, and I did. This allowed me to wrap my fingers around him—or try to. His cock was thick and— aye !—as ridged as his tongue. I squeezed him, wishing I could see it. Wishing I could taste him.

“ Dkaar , this is for ye.”

We were so close I had to stare at his lips.

“Use me how ye want.”

That was the invitation I’d been waiting for. I guided his cock to my weeping entrance and positioned him.

Jorak rocked his hips forward, impaling me.

And just as my new friends had told me, as soon as he was fully embedded, a climax burst over me, sudden and violent. Gasping, I arched my back, clinging to his hips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my veins.

He’d frozen, and I could feel him watching me.

“Good lass,” he murmured, gently stroking my back. “Take yer pleasure. Fooking magnificent, dkaar . Fooking remarkable.”

My pleasure was still a pink haze when I felt him move. He rocked backward just enough to slide a few of those ridges from my cunny, which caused me to gasp again. My core was so sensitive from the orgasm and I could feel each and every ridge against my skin.

I found myself clutching at him.

“Aye,” I gasped. “Again!”

When he chuckled—actually chuckled? —I felt it throughout my body, and he slid in and out once more. It felt so good, I squeezed my eyes shut to try to capture the sensation.

His lips found my brow, then my nose, then my lips, gentle, teasing. I marveled that he could kneel on the floor and bend like this to be able to reach me.

“I cannot believe…”

He thrust into me, and my words cut off with a groan.

“What is it, Verna?” His voice sounded strange. “What can ye no’ believe?”

“Feels so good,” I gasped. “So soon.” I couldn’t believe how quickly he was stroking me back to an aroused state. I began to rock against him, trying to take him deeper, deeper. The pressure began to build behind my mound, utterly incredible.

I’d never been with a male who cared enough to bring me to climax once, much less twice!

“Thank you,” I whispered, arching in his hold, not certain what I was thanking him for exactly. “Thank you, please.”

Jorak froze, his cock so deep in me I swear I could feel him against my womb. And in that moment, I realized I wanted this. I wanted him . I wanted all of him, wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything .

I didn’t want to drink teas and worry about timing and fret about a pregnancy. Because I wanted Jorak, a piece of him, and I knew— knew —he would keep me safe.

“Jorak,” I whispered.

And he began to untangle himself.

“I cannae,” he groaned, trying to pull away as I held him closer.

“Verna, I…” He sounded tortured, and I opened my eyes to see his eyes glowing a fierce, desperate green. “I cannae hold on to my control.”

“Good.” I swallowed. “I do not want you to.”

His green gaze flicked across my face, searching, searching.

“ Dkaar —”

“What does that mean?” My cunny pulsed in need, and I was desperate to move. But not yet. Not now, not until he wanted this.

After a brief hesitation, he admitted, “ Beloved .”

“Dkaar ,” I whispered with a soft smile, my hands stroking his skin. “I love you.”

With a groan, Jorak lowered his lips, and I stretched up to meet him. But before he kissed me, he growled a warning.

“If ye dinnae let me go right now, Verna, I’m going to spill in yer sweet cunny. I’m going to do what I’ve been dreaming of doing since I first met ye, and fill ye up with my cum. I’m going to claim ye , again and again, until nae one will doubt ye’re mine, and this is yer last chance to stop me .”

Didn’t he understand? I tightened my hold on him and smiled.

“I do not want to stop you. I want all of that.”

With a groan, he dropped his forehead to mine, and I knew he was so close to losing control. I wanted this. I wanted him to claim me, to care for me. If that meant using my body for his pleasure, well…this was the first male I genuinely wanted to pleasure. The first man whose pleasure mattered to me. I’d already climaxed twice, and that would be enough for me.

“Please, Jorak?” I whispered sweetly. “Please come in my sweet cunny?”

With a growl, he clutched me to him, flattening me against his chest as he pushed himself up on one knee. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, and he stood while holding me. While impaling me.

With a quick turn and two steps—which felt remarkable!—he backed me up to the table. When he released me, I laid back, spread out like a meal. And the way he looked at me told me he was starving.

His cock still throbbed inside my core as he stood staring down at me. This angle was much more direct; I could feel him even deeper inside me. He yanked at the tie to my robe, spreading the linen around me like a tablecloth, then dragged one claw down my chest, between my breasts.

“So fooking bonny,” he muttered, his eyes glazed with that green need . “Mine.”

“Aye, Jorak, yours.” I wriggled against him. “Please.”

“Forever, Verna. Once I claim ye, we will be Mated.”

My lips formed the word forever , and I recognized what he was saying was important…but I couldn’t concentrate on aught other than the need pulsing through me at that moment.

He bent over me, kissing my shoulder, the top of my breast, as his large hand spanned my side. The movement dragged his cock from me just a bit, each ridge sending my cunny shuddering, and I found myself mewling.

I reached for him, wanting to give him pleasure as well, but he growled and captured first one wrist, then the other with his wide grasp. Before I could understand, he pinned them above my head before moving his hand back to caressing me.

Well, I guess I could take a hint.

I closed my eyes so I could better focus on the sensation of his touch, holding my breath as he caressed, and teased, and licked. I felt him dragging the scar tissue of his right arm along my side and grinned at the way the sensation made me shiver. I loved that he was letting me see this part of him. I loved that he was letting me see him .

Each time he touched me, he slid in and out of my core, teasing me until I was mad with need. I squirmed on the table, pinned by his touch and his cock, until I could take no more. What was that I’d thought about giving him pleasure? Despite my paired climaxes, he seemed ready to give me more.

“Please, Jorak,” I whimpered, biting my lower lip. “I need…”

Taking pity on me, he began to move. His thrusts became stronger, more urgent.

“Puir human, need ? Ye need this?” he rasped, plunging into me. He fell forward, supporting himself with his palm at my side as his thrusts increased.

“Ye need to take yer Mate’s thick cock? Ye need to feel it filling yer cunny?”

“Aye!” I closed my hand around his wrist, as if I could hold myself in place, as my other hand went to my breast, tugging at my nipple the way he had.

“ Aye !”

“Say it,” he growled, spearing my cunny again and again. “Say it, Verna.”

“I need you!” I cried, my pleasure so very close . “I need my Mate’s thick cock. I want my Mate’s cum filling up my cunny, Jorak, please!”

In one swift move, he straightened, plunging deep into me as his hand moved to my curls. He remembered what I liked; his callused thumb brushed against the bud of my pleasure once, twice…

On the third time, I exploded.

“Jorak!” I screamed, my climax so sudden, so forceful that I arched my back, pushing against him.

‘Twas all he needed, apparently. I felt him stiffen as my inner muscles squeezed tightly…then he threw his head back and roared as he spilled into me. I felt a flood of warmth filling me as I milked him, rocking back and forth to try to draw out the sensation.

‘Twas…

‘Twas…

Amazing .

He curled forward over me, sliding his arm behind the small of my back, and after a long moment I felt him exhale, his warm breath stirring the hair at my temples. I laid there, still pinned by his cock, my legs dangling from the table, my arms at his back, and marveled at his strength. At his caring. At him .

I turned my head to press a kiss against his jaw.

“I love you.”

‘Twas a simple declaration, but he shuddered and pulled away. Before I could object, he straightened, pulling me with him. The movement caused his cock—not as thick as a moment ago—to slide from me with a spill of liquid warmth. Mayhap I winced, thinking of the damage done to the linen robe, because his expression was stern as he stared down at me.

“That was no’ well done,” he muttered.

I raised my brow and dragged my hands down his upper arms.

“I thought ‘twas exceedingly well done. Climaxing twice around your cock was…” I shook my head in disbelief. “I could not imagine such wonder.”

“Nay,” he said sternly, taking hold of my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tipping my head back so he could glare into my eyes. “’Twas no’ well done of me .”

The green glow had faded slightly from his eyes, but his stare still just as intense. “I cannae believe I allowed myself to…”

“Lose control?” I grinned. “I enjoyed it.”

“Aye, I ken it,” he growled arrogantly, his gaze sweeping over me. “But I failed to bring ye enough pleasure. I should have focused on ye.”

My brows rose. “I thought?—”

“Ye only thought that because ye’re new at this.”

Chuckling, I wriggled against him. “I am nowhere close to being new at sex, Jorak.”

“No’ new at sex ,” he murmured, dropping his mouth closer to mine. “New to pleasure. As yer Mate, I should’ve brought ye to climax six or seven times afore I worried about my own. I’m going to have to make up for that.”

With that, he bent to scoop me up, his stump beneath my knees. I gasped and threw my arms around his neck.

“ Six or seven times ?” I squeaked.

From this angle I could only see his jaw, but I swear I saw it flex as he smiled just slightly. His arrogance was showing.

“I’ll fetch ye some food and water, Mate,” he announced, moments before tossing me onto the bed.

I floundered, trying to pull the robe from my shoulders and sit up at the same time.

“Water? Why?”

“Because,” he growled a vow, “Ye’re no’ leaving this bed until ye scream my name loud enough for the whole village to hear.”

Oh.

Oh, aye .

My lips curled into an anticipatory smile as I lifted my arms and beckoned him to me.

“Promise?”

He did.