“Uthar,” she whispered. “Slow down.” Her breathing had quickened, and she noticed his eyes had darkened. He wanted her, too. “We can’t...”
“I miss you.”
They’d tried to sleep together at first, but Zikel woke up so often during the night, that at some point Beth thought it was just easier to doze off in the nursery.
“I miss you, too. But orc babies grow up fast, so...”
“Not fast enough,” he said in a low, husky voice that sent a shiver up her spine.
Kinna and Abby returned, both laughing and flushed. They were happy and loud, and Beth was grateful for their interruption. She’d been about to jump Uthar right then and there, and it would’ve been inappropriate. She looked at Abby as she gulped down a full mug of ale. Her hair was growing beautifully, her blue eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were plump and rosy. She looked better than ever.
“You know,” Kinna said as she sat down next to Beth. “Abby and I could take Zikel for a few hours.”
“Take him?” Beth’s first instinct was to squeeze him tighter to her chest.
“Yes. So you and the captain can get some space. I know it’s been hard.”
Beth relaxed. Kinna was right. She was a little too possessive. She had to work on that, and quickly, because orclings did grow up fast, and soon Zikel was going to run around, leave in the morning and return late at night, and spend all day playing and eating in random houses.
“That would be... great,” she said.
Uthar remained silent. He pretended to watch the orcs dance.
The baby had fallen asleep, so Beth gently placed him in Kinna’s arms.
“I’ll come get him. Soon.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just... enjoy your night.” The mage winked at her.
Beth blushed, but she hurried to take Uthar’s hand and usher him toward their house.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
He lifted her off the floor as soon as the front door was closed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he crushed her against his chest as he carried her up the stairs. She kissed him fiercely, with such rush and impatience that she knocked her teeth against one of his tusks and ended up laughing and apologizing. He growled her name in such a sexy, lustful name, that she almost had an orgasm on the spot.
Somehow, he managed to carry her to their bedroom while she raked her fingers over his shoulders and sought his mouth with hers. She bit him and scratched him, knowing they didn’t have much time to satiate their hunger for each other.
He dropped her onto the bed and gave her a long, sinful look before he tore her dress to pieces. She giggled as he did the same to her bra and panties, and then it was his turn to get undressed. Normally, Uthar had more respect for his own clothes than for Beth’s, but tonight, the urgency was real. He tore off his shirt, and he barely managed to get out of his leather pants and boots before he climbed on top of her and pushed his hand between her legs.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “So wet for me...”
“Yes.” She wrapped her hand around his wrist and guided him where she needed him most. His middle finger slipped inside her pussy, and she moaned loudly, so close to the edge already. “Don’t be gentle. Don’t take your time. Just fuck me, okay? Don’t think about anything else...” He grazed her clit with his thumb, and she swallowed heavily. “But me...”
“I can only think about you. My love, my mate...”
He buried his head between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He licked her from her entrance to her clit, then back down to dip his tongue inside her pussy. She moaned loudly and sank her fingers into his hair, pressing him further down. He moved his tongue in and out, until she was soaked, and he had to clean her.
“You’re teasing me,” she said.
He chuckled and went back up to her clit, where he started drawing circles, slow at first, then faster. It didn’t take long for Beth to arch her back and scream as she came, her juices pouring into his mouth and down his chin. He licked her lazily until she came down from the heights of her orgasm, then looked up at her as he wiped his mouth with his hand.
“I can never get enough of you.”
“Good.”
He climbed on top of her, and compared to him, she was so small that he had to remind himself over and over that no matter how desperate he was to claim her, he had to be careful and not lose control.
“How do you want me?” she asked seductively. She traced the tattoos on his arms with her fingertips. “On my back?”