I no longer know if I’m playing a part or losing myself in this fever lust that this magnificent monster has lit inside me.
I draw his hand closer, the pain in his eyes nearly bringing me to tears. I see my touch is torture, but he isn’t withdrawing, and I want this, this moment…
I press the weight of his hand onto my chest. The broad palm on my breast over my t-shirt, the length of his fingers over my heart.
“You want to please me, don’t you?” I say, pushing the limit but instinctively knowing it’s what I need to do. “You don’t think I see that swollen dick in your pants? I think we both know you want to put that somewhere…special.”
His eyes dilate, the remainder of the blackness in his retinas turning crimson. His chest fills, the heat from his body radiates like a fire as sweat breaks out over my chest.
One more push, and let’s get this monster under my thumb. “You don’t like to be touched, but you’re going to touch me. With your hands, your mouth and that thick, dirty orc cock of yours, right?”
I raise my eyebrows, taunting him. His fingers dig into the flesh of my chest but I bite my lip and stay steady.
Oran’s eyes roll back in his head, his chest filling as he looks toward the ceiling and roars.
ChapterFour
Oran
“Thisfeels.” I groan, the silk warmth of her flesh rippling through me from my fingers up to my shoulder then down into my belly. When she placed my hand on her chest, her breast, her heart…the sensation overwhelmed me.
When she taunted me with her dirty words, something cracked inside of me.
I lost all sense of place and time as I roared, all the pain and torture shaking loose inside of me. Seeping out through my throat and into the air as I bellowed.
Now, I hear her heart beating. I feel it inside of me as it thumps against my fingers and the inner shackles in which my own captors have kept me bound are breaking away. Feelings I only remember from my childhood before the taking crash back around me.
Warmth. Humor. Safety. Love.
Love.
“Feels like what?” She asks as I swallow back the gathering tightness in my throat, shaking my head, looking at her blue eyes, wondering who I will be after we leave this place. How will we ever be able to leave this place?
“Just,feels.”
She nods in some understanding and the tug in my chest turns into a drumbeat. She is bound to me. Her beating heart is attached to mine. The connection throbs deep in my primal core and the understanding of what a mate must be is a sprouting seed inside of me.
Seed.
That word takes on a lustful, potent new meaning. I will root myself inside of this female. It is already decided somewhere in our destiny and I must find a way to make her safe. Keep her safe and make her mine.
I remind myself to be gentle as my fingers curl on her chest, digging in, watching her tense as her mouth falls open. My grip is like iron, I know it hurts her but she shows no pain. She is a warrior. Like me.
“You are perfect, little human,” I say, never sure before what perfect meant, and now, realizing I will never not know again.
“You’re not bad yourself, big man.” She smiles, there’s a spark in her eyes, her tongue glancing along her lower lip making the ache in my cock grow stronger.
“I feel,” I say again, drawing a smile to her lips.
“Yes, you said that, you canfeelmore.” She pinches the bottom of her white cloth shirt, easing it up, pausing for me to lift my hand then strips it over her head.
Flesh so creamy and white it should not be real shakes me. Her softness assaults me, nearly too wonderful for my eyes as I point to the white strapped cloth covering her breasts.
“I do not like that on either,” I say, the rage fire inside of me heating but changing. It’s a mating fire now, I know this. “Take it off, mate.” That last word makes my head ache and there’s a heaviness between my legs as my balls fill and drop lower, confined by my leather trousers, which for the first time are an encumbrance and I wish I opted for a kilt today.
Her sweet, plump lips press together as she reaches around her back and I slip my fingers into the mess of her fire-colored hair, the silky strands unlike anything I have felt before.
“This better?” She pushes onto her knees, the small white cloth slipping down her arms and to the ground between us.