I can’t.
I repeat it to myself over and over but the glow only intensifies. The throbbing blinding me.
I drive my fists into my eye sockets on a low roar when I hear Emmie moan.
“Yes,” she mumbles. “My mate.”
Her eyes are closed, she is dreaming, but she is not helping the situation in the least.
I have to get out of here, it’s the only way. I will go, jump in the pool…
Then, Emmie’s legs fall open, her hands move to her chest, grabbing her tits and raising her hips in small, pulsing motions.
Why do the gods torture me?
The knot forms in a painful rush of heat. I grab myself, my mating cock bigger and thicker than ever as I kneel on the bed, eyes fixed on the sweet pink breeding hole.
“Mate,” she whispers again and tunnel vision takes over.
I pump myself, my balls swaying, my lower cock reaching forward, wiggling like a snake trying to get to her.
No, Tigor. No.
It’s too late. Her fertile scent is more than I can take. I explode all over her open folds, burst after burst of hot, thick seed covering my mate’s pussy. It’s so much, with every pulse a wave of pleasure cascades through me as my muscles cramp and I hear nothing but the beating of my heart.
I’m panting, covered in sweat when the last of my release spurts from me. It drips off her thighs, covers every inch of her slick folds and her belly, and then, oh, then…
I reach out, gathering the sticky warmth of my seed and begin to ease it into her opening.
I do not press my thick fingers through her tight band of innocence, but I do feed as much as I’m able to gather and guide it inside.
When I’m done, she is still covered with me. I wet a cloth from the bathing room and clean her, vowing to tell her the truth tomorrow.
No secrets, I remind myself, as I curl her body against me, pull the blankets over us and lie awake, knowing tomorrow, we will complete our mating.
ChapterEight
Emmie
“Next time you offer me mead…” I sit up in bed, my hair matted onto my cheeks, but Tigor looks at me like I am a priceless masterpiece. “Don’t.”
“I will not.” He raises his eyebrows, a rare smile curling those sexy orc lips. “You were cute drunk.”
I smile back. “I imagine I was. I mean, all this? It’s just cute.” I run my hand up and down my bare torso with a smirk.
Tigor has brought in wildflowers from the vacant lots down the street and scattered them all over the floor. He also brought me orange juice, which is my favorite, but he turned up his nose when I tried to share my cup with him.
Seems, we may be mated, but we are far from the same.
“No workers today?” I ask, stretching my arms up.
“No, not today. Today is special.”
“Well, yeah.” I say. “It’s our honeymoon, right?”
“Honeymoon.” He repeats and I can almost see the translator working, then he nods. “Yes, honeymoon.”
“Sorry I passed out, I’m sure you were expecting some full on mating action on your wedding night. Could have bred that little orc baby into me already.”