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“You think of me?” she said, her lips hung just above his own. “Always.” Orek felt the rush of her exhale on his skin, and then her mouth fell on his.
Despite all the nerves and frustration of the past few days, now that she knew she wasn’t alone in her feelings, the urgency bled away. She let herself just be for the first time in days, giving him her smiles and touches freely and without expectation.
Between the pools and glowing blue moss, the whole cavern looked as though they’d stepped into the center of a geode, all sharp angles and translucent color.
Grinning to herself, Sorcha began rearranging the bedding. “I’m feeling quite diabolical tonight,” she whispered to Darrah. The kit yawned at her. “That’s good, go to sleep. Nothing that happens tonight is for baby ears.”
But she realized now that he didn’t know how. And that was all right, she could be brave and lead for as long as he needed. He was worth it.
“May I join you?” Her question hung heavier than the thick steam in the air for an agonizing heartbeat. Orek’s breath left him in a rushing hiss. “Yes.”
“Do you want me?” she whispered. His nostrils flared, but he still held perfectly still. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted.” The harsh, low rumble of his voice made her quim clench.
Sorcha followed him, but because he was giving her almost nothing, she had to ask, “Can I touch you?” His chest almost seemed to collapse as his breath gusted out of him. “Yes,” he growled. “Anywhere?” “
“What do you like? How should I touch you?” “Any way you want.” As flattering as anything and everything was, Sorcha wanted to know what he liked.
Yes.... So Annoying !!!
“What did you imagine,” she asked, voice gone husky even to her own ears, “when you pleasured yourself? How would I touch you?” Easing a hand between them, she lightly dragged her nails down his chest. She thumbed one flat nipple, making his cock jump again.
“Ohh,” she moaned, clasping him in her hand. Her fingers barely met as she gently pumped him, and his heat nearly scorched her, warmer even than the hot spring.
She squeezed him at the root before gliding up the length and twisting her wrist.
She kept her touches light, but every pump of her hand, every press of his mouth on hers had her growing greedy. She wanted to explore every inch of him, most especially the thick cock she had her hands all over but never seen. She pressed her breasts into his chest, needing more friction, and dragged her nipples over his skin. Her hips began to move over his thigh, seeking pressure.
Snarling, he broke free of his weights and told his mind to shut up. He took big handfuls of that perfect, plush backside and sank his fingers into the giving flesh. He pulled her tight to him, crushing her breasts to his chest and her cunt against his cock.
Using his grip on her, he dragged her up and down his cock as his hips rolled beneath hers. Her fingers bit into the meat of his shoulders, hanging on as water sloshed from the pool with his frantic thrusts. Those gorgeous, heavy breasts bounced in front of him, and he buried his face between them, drinking in her scent. He licked a path between them and felt her shudder.
He was too close, too desperate to last long. Surrounded by her heat and scent, Orek roared his release into the glowing blue cavern, his pleasure echoing off the walls.
Orek rumbled a lusty purr as his hand kneaded and plumped her breast. He thumbed her nipple, rolling it beneath the pad. Did she really want to know all the wicked, debauched things he’d imagine doing with her?
“You want to know how I dream of sucking on these perfect breasts every time you bend over me?” A choked sound left her as she rolled her hips, gaining speed. “That’s why I did it.”
“Every night lying beside you in that barn, all I wanted was to roll you under me and rip the clothes from your back. I wanted to feast on you.” Her hips snapped, working herself on him.
“Every time you’re near me, I want to grab you and lay you down and spread your legs and rut you. I want to make you scream my name as I feed my cock into your warm cunt. I want to see you come apart as I fuck you over and—” On a gasp, Sorcha grabbed his wrists and wailed, hips slamming down on his thighs as she shuddered with release.
Her chuckle turned into a little shiver, and Orek realized how cool the air was away from the hot springs. Her hair was still sopping wet and her skin still damp. “Let me dry you off—” She nipped his ear and whispered there, “I want you to keep me warm.”
“I can touch you?” he asked roughly, muscles gone taut again to keep himself from falling upon her even as his cock bobbed against his belly. “I wish you would,” she teased.
Pulling in another lungful of her delicious scent, Orek plumped one breast and fed it into his mouth, eyes trained on Sorcha’s face. That lip popped back between her teeth as she moaned in pleasure.
Orek leaned back on his knees so he could look at her fully. She huffed in protest, but he glided his hand up and down her thigh, coaxing her to stay open for him. Pink and swollen, her cunt lay bare to him, glistening in the firelight.
With a snarl, Orek sat back on his heels and dragged Sorcha with him, splaying her thighs over his. She made a choked sound when his cock pulsed, caught and cushioned between the cheeks of her backside.
His cock had been throbbing and leaking seed since he’d carried her from the pool; he could ignore it a little longer.
Orek explored his female, running his fingers up and down her slick slit. He hissed when his middle finger dipped inside, finding the heated entrance of her body and source of that delicious musk.
At the top of her cunt, his fingers found a little pearl of flesh, hooded and rosy. He ran the pads of his fingers over it, and Sorcha nearly jumped upright when his calluses rasped against the slick nub.
She keened and mewled and made many more sounds Orek was hungry to hear again. At some point he was aware that he’d come himself, cock nestled between her soft flesh and his thigh, but he was too engrossed in her to care.
Working her nub with his thumb, he eased his finger further inside with gentle strokes, pushing a little deeper with every thrust. He shuddered when her body clasped him tight, mind going blank at how hot and slick she was.
Her cunt made wet, obscene sounds as her hips met his hand, rolling with gaining speed. Another moan tore from her throat, and she demanded more.
Gratified but more than a little stunned, Orek gently withdrew his fingers. A gush of wetness came with them, releasing another punch of her scent. He couldn’t help sucking his fingers into his mouth to taste her.
He licked and sucked and tasted, swirling his tongue around her nub and lapping it through her slick. Sorcha’s hands clutched at his head, and she gasped deliciously when he rumbled in pleasure. He did it again, set his lips at her nub and purred, and she gushed for him.
Ringing her entrance, he pushed his tongue inside, greedy for the source.
Take her. Take your female. Make her your mate.
Panting, hands shaking, Orek gripped his cock by the root and ran it over her soaked slit. He hissed, baring his fangs. “Fuck, you feel too good.”
He dragged his cock over her again, aware that it was much larger than two fingers. But he couldn’t stop himself from coating his cock in her slick and fitting the flared head to her entrance.
All the breath left his lungs in a groan, and Orek fell forward, just catching himself on an elbow. Sorcha dug her hands into the meat of his flanks and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. It drew him a little deeper inside, and she throbbed around him. Fates, so good—
Orek claimed her mouth as he thrust inside. He worked his cock deeper with every stroke, seared with pleasure at every drag from her body and slide back in. She pulsed around him, welcomed him inside. Her cunt clutched him tighter than a fist, stealing the air from his lungs and the heart from his chest.
He pumped himself to the root, seating himself inside her, where he wanted always to be. Her nails raked up his back, a scrape of pain that shot straight to his cock.
he knew as soon as she’d emerged from the shadows beside the pool that it would only take the once. One time with Sorcha and he’d be hers, irrevocably.
With one last thrust, he drove himself to the root inside his mate, cock throbbing as he lashed her with ropes of spend. The wet slap of their bodies echoed as the pressure grew taut at his back and his stones drew up tight.
“You have me.” “Just where I want you,” she agreed, lowering her hips to run her molten quim over the underside of his cock.
He held her up when she finally took him in hand and notched that broad head at her entrance. She sank on his cock with a moan, the drag burning so good she had to raise herself up and do it again. And again. For as long as she could stand it and then a little more.
A consummate horsewoman, that night, Sorcha discovered just how good a ride her handsome halfling could be.
He stunned her with his gentleness and his dirty words, whispered in that deep purr that made her heart and quim clench. That purr was how they ended up fulfilling her fantasies of being taken by this big, brutal male against a tree.
“What if someone—” she choked, thinking fleetingly of the mining communities in the area. “Let them,” he growled into her neck. “Let them see how I make my female scream.” If they didn’t see it, they certainly heard it.
He came out of that cave a different male than the one who’d gone in—and it was much more than finally getting his cock wet. He emerged into the sunlight a mated male, one whose whole world had shifted.
He had a little time yet, and he’d use it all to win her heart and show her what it meant to be a mate. That he would kill for her, die for her, and most especially he would live for her.
Sorcha keened with relief when Orek finally sank his cock deep inside her.
