Of course he couldn’t. It made her a little sad that she would never find out just how strong he was and how hard he could take her. With how much abandon he could fuck her.
But what he was giving her... as much or as little as it was... made her almost delirious. He pinched her nipple, and she arched her back. He did it again, and when she moaned loudly, almost screaming, he pushed his hand between them and pressed his fingers to her clit. She screamed, this time, and came with a shudder. The orgasm took her by surprise. It was intense and fast, washing over her in a massive wave, leaving her drenched in sweat and her own juices.
“My mate,” he groaned as he held her in place, his hands on her hips leaving new marks. “My beautiful, fertile mate...”
He came hard, and she felt his cum filling her. He groaned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Once again, he was a little rough. He looked her in the eyes as he poured his seed inside her, right into her womb.
“I am breeding you now. Your belly will grow, and you will be round, and beautiful, and mine. All mine. You are and you shall remain.”
“Yours,” she whispered. She was so exhausted, she was surprised she could talk.
It lasted a few minutes longer. Even when he was done, he kept his cock inside her to make sure that his seed wouldn’t spill out. Beth relaxed under him, and even though he was heavy, she didn’t complain. He kissed her tenderly and nipped at her skin until she was covered in tiny little bruises. She sighed and threaded her fingers through his black hair.
“Beth...”
“Yes?”
“You are perfect.”
She laughed. “Well, you chose me.”
“Indeed. I chose perfection.”
It was a little silly, but it felt nice to be complimented and appreciated like she’d never been before. If she’d known sex with an orc could be this good, she would’ve volunteered to become an orc bride a long time ago. Oh, it would’ve saved her so many unsatisfactory relationships and one-night stands.
Uthar finally rolled off her, and his cock slipped out, followed by a stream of cum. She squeezed her thighs together and snuggled against his chest. She was out in minutes, so tired that she didn’t even care his chest was far from being comfortable. He was hard everywhere, his skin rough from scars and from the sun. Meanwhile, she was soft and covered in bruises that were only going to get worse. She didn’t want to think about it, though. She would assess the damage in the morning. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep in her orc mate’s arms and dream about their future.
Chapter Ten
The days and nights melted into each other. Beth and Uthar rarely left their bed, only to raid the kitchen at the diner, and have dinner with the horde once or twice. They were lost in each other, discovering something new every time their bodies and souls became one. Beth felt like she was living a fantasy. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to disconnect from the real world and focus only on herself and her pleasures. She even left Abby hanging when she texted, and didn’t feel guilty one bit. She knew this time of euphoria wouldn’t last, and she wanted to take advantage of it while she could.
Reality swooped in when Lonar the Beast knocked on their door, and in an equally grave and anxious voice announced that Morok the Unhinged was there and wanted to see Uthar the Hunter, the false captain of the horde. The intruder, he’d called Uthar. The usurper.
Uthar dressed in armor and hooked two daggers in his belt, and a long sword on his back. Beth realized he suddenly looked bigger, taller, more imposing. She’d never seen him so armed, as there was peace in the town they lived in, and no foreign horde ever approached it. Humans didn’t come here, either. At most, Uthar wore a dagger while going about his daily business, and a bow and arrows when he hunted. The light in which Beth was seeing him now was new to her. A little frightening, too, but also fascinating and sexy.
They met with Morok the Unhinged at the edge of town. Kinna the Mage was there, with the horde lined up behind her, to make sure that he didn’t enter uninvited. Uthar didn’t go to meet him on foot. His raider brought him his krag, which was a mighty animal, and Uthar jumped on its back, then offered Beth a hand. She was to accompany him as his bride.
Beth was wearing a long white dress, a shawl around her bare shoulders, to protect her from the unforgiving sun, and black boots on her feet. She thought it was the most appropriate outfit in this situation. Most of her dresses, blouses and skirts were colorful and flowery, and this white beauty that she only saved for special occasions seemed to be the right choice now. It was a special occasion, after all. The whole horde was going to see her riding with Uthar, safely positioned in front of him. His arms around her made her feel like she truly belonged with him, and everyone would see them for who they were. Mates. Mated to each other. Forever.
The orcs made way for Uthar’s krag. Some of them were on krags, too, Kinna included. Lonar had accompanied Uthar and Beth on a krag of his own, and when they arrived, Beth saw that Morok had brought two dozen orcs with him, and they were all on krags, too. His mage was male, and he had two raiders.
“Uthar the Hunter, raider, my old friend,” Morok started.
It was an insult to call him those things, and Beth felt Uthar tense up behind her. She placed her small hand on his and squeezed lightly.
“Morok,” Uthar addressed him simply.
Behind Morok, there was a female orc on a smaller krag. She wore a leather dress, and she had no visible tattoos on her body. Beth took a guess that she was Morok’s bride. Not all orcs took human brides. If they could find mates among their species, that was what they preferred. But since few females went to battle in the orcs’ world, when hundreds of hordes were pulled through portals to the humans’ world, they didn’t bring a lot of females with them. Not nearly enough to ensure the survival of their species in a world so different from theirs.
“I have come to give you one last chance to step down and let me take leadership of my father’s horde.”
“That will not happen,” Uthar said in a calm, calculated tone. “You have come all this way for nothing.”
“Do the right thing, old friend.”
“I am not your friend. We served together under your father, but that never meant we were friends. You deserted this horde, Morok. You deserted and disappointed your father. You went on your own and gathered a horde of loners, rogues, and renegades. And now you return, having found that he is dead, and lay claim to something that was never meant to be yours. The leadership of a horde cannot be inherited. It cannot be passed down from father to son. You know that, Morok. There are rules to how things are done.”
“You talk as if you know anything about rules,” Morok said through gritted teeth. “A captain can’t name another captain. Not even on his death bed. Captains are named by the war chief, or by his slayers.”