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It was only when she’d come down just a little from her peak, mouth agape as she gulped down air, that she realized he hadn’t moved. Instead, he’d let her milk his cock and take her pleasure—and now that she’d had it, he was determined to have more, she could see it in the hot glint of his eyes.
Sorcha groaned as his hips met hers in perfect, gentle thrusts that brought him, inch by inch, deeper inside. He worked her slowly, just as he had all evening, raining warm kisses and hot swipes of his tongue from her head to her toes,
“You always take me so perfect,” he rumbled, eyes fixed on where his cock, glistening with her slick, disappeared on each sure stroke inside her. “I love watching you take my cock.”
It changed the angle of his thrusts, his cock hitting her just right with every stroke, and his hipbone teasing her clit as he sank to the hilt. “Do you feel me there, so deep inside you?” he purred in her ear. “Yes!” she gasped. “Everywhere.”
With a roar, Orek came, lashing her with ropes of spend that made her spiral into another release. The wet sounds of their bodies soon overtook the echo of his roar, and with one final thrust, Orek collapsed over her, holding his weight on his arms.
With Orek, she craved the tenderness and care as much as she did the heat and passion. She wanted his soft looks as much as his dirty talk. She wanted to hold his hand and snuggle late into the morning and laugh over meals together. She loved all of it.
Orek stopped in the middle of the lane, eyes fixed on an older woman sweeping the front step of a home just outside the town square.
Eyes the exact color and shape of his own stared at him from across the empty space, a face he would know anywhere gone slack in shock. Mother.
“It’s really you?” Orla murmured. “Yes, mother.” Sorcha hissed a curse beside him.
Despair clawed at his chest in vicious swipes, making him deaf and blind to anything that wasn’t immediately in front of him. He barely even breathed until trees surrounded him, and even then, he didn’t stop walking.
His clan didn’t want him, his own mother didn’t want him—fates, what if his mate didn’t want him, either? Good enough to provide, to fuck, but not keep.
He was hurting and she wanted so badly to make it better—because she loved him, because he was hers.
Orek and this beautiful thing between them were the first things that were truly hers. Not her parents’, not her family’s—hers. She didn’t want to give that
She knew a life with him wouldn’t be easy. A mate of another kind would always draw curiosity, even hostility—and even day-to-day life would have its challenges. Loving someone didn’t mean there weren’t times you wanted to occasionally smother them with a pillow. Loving him was easy. Love, their love, would be a choice every day. And she chose him.
Sorcha kissed her halfling everywhere. His hands with their scarred knuckles and blunt fingertips. His chest, where she felt the stirrings of the purr she so loved deep inside.
A rumbling purr stuttered to life when she kissed the flat plane just above his straining cock. She looked up to find him watching her, eyes hot and hooded. And he was there, with her, his face tight with pleasure now rather than grief. Perfect.
She smiled before finally taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her mouth. His inhale was sharp, his groan deep when she kissed the flared tip and sucked away the pearlescent beads gathered there.
Her touches were soft, reverent, as she ran her hand up and down, up and down. She teased him with gentle licks and sucking kisses up one side and down the other, running her tongue along the prominent vein and humming when it throbbed.
Arching a brow at him, she waited until he groaned and buried his hand in his hair, the picture of frustrated surrender, before swirling her tongue around the head and drawing his cock into her mouth.
With one last hum and drag of her tongue, he popped free of her mouth just as the first rope of spend burst free. Orek roared, fangs bared in savage pleasure. She caught his heated gaze with hers, making sure he watched as she pumped her hands up and down, up and down.
More lashes of hot spend splattered her chin and neck, dripping onto her breasts. His eyes flashed like molten gold when she swiped her tongue to lick it off her lips.
He sucked her breast into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, as his cock pressed inside her, the burn so good. “Whose cock do you take so perfect, female?” “Yours!” she cried, gripping his wrists as he began to thrust inside.
The end had come and Orek wasn’t ready. He didn’t know what to say or do, his desperation clogging his throat and making words impossible. Don’t leave me, too.
Take her. Grab her and run. Far away. Find a den and keep her. The mate-bond thrashed inside him, howling at the idea of giving up his mate. He could throw her over his shoulder and run, find them somewhere warm and dry to buy himself a little time, to show her, to convince her, to claim her.
Her grin was lopsided when she took his cock in her hand and nuzzled it before licking a hot stripe up the underside.
Her mouth was a hot well as it wrapped around him, tongue caressing the flared head, but Orek barely felt it. Rage exploded inside him, a thunderclap of anger that scorched away everything in its path. She’s saying goodbye.
“I didn’t mean this as goodbye,” she rushed to say, words tumbling from her lips like water over falls, “just that it’s our last night alone. Tomorrow we’ll be home and with my family and I don’t know—you may hate it, they’re loud and everywhere and you may not want—I didn’t want to say anything after your mother, you needed time, but I didn’t realize we were so close, I thought we’d have more time and I could—” she sucked in a breath “—I could find a way to ask you to stay. With me. Because I love you—love you so much, and—”
“Say it again,” he hissed. “I love you.”
“Mate,” he growled, “you are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. You own me, Sorcha, body and soul.”
“I’ll take any words you’d give me, so long as they mean you’re mine.” “I am,” she breathed. “Orek, I’m yours. I love you so much.” And she sprang into his arms, a nocked arrow drawn and fired, directly into his heart.
“You’re mine, Sorcha Brádaigh. Now, tomorrow, always.”
“Mine to keep. Mine to please.” He sucked on her throat, leaving a red mark behind that made the possessive beast inside him roar with satisfaction. “Mine to feed and fuck and breed.” “Yes,” she said huskily, grabbing a handful of his hair.
He watched her as she made a show of taking off her clothes, being sure to give him an excellent view of her pink cunt as she bent to slip out of her boots and braies.
Those eyes, glittering like emeralds in the firelight, fell to the straining cock held captive in his grip. Her tongue peeked out to run over her lower lip, an entirely different gesture this time.
Faster than she could react, he swung her round in his arms, putting her back to his chest. His hand closed around her throat, tipping her head back for his brutal kiss.
Sorcha cried out when his other hand delved between her thighs. She widened her stance for him, and he purred for her in praise. His fingers found her slick, but he needed her soaking.
“You know I like your tight cunt best,” he purred as he slid two fingers inside her. Sorcha threw her head back with a cry, and he sucked on the skin of her throat. “You always take me so perfect—because you know you’re mine.”
His hand slid away from her cunt, dragging a frustrated whine from deep in her chest. Orek pulled her up his body and held her leg over his hip, opening her wide. “Put me inside you.”
Her hand found his throbbing cock and gave him a vicious, retaliatory pump before she notched him at her entrance. He pushed inside, feeling her warm body make room for him, and purred.
Sorcha screamed her pleasure, rippling around him as his hips pounded into hers, the wet slap of her backside hitting his flesh echoing through the trees. He was nothing but the incessant thrust of his hips, chasing down his mate’s pleasure as he dragged out and pushed back inside.
Slick and spend dripped from her body, coating their thighs as Orek roared with release, shattering the quiet night.
The wet sounds between their bodies were obscene, his grunting pants coming quicker than his racing heartbeat. He bore down on his mate, falling across her back as he pounded inside her hot cunt.
She writhed beneath him, hips rolling to meet his and grinding down on every stroke. His head fell beside hers, lost in her curls, and he covered her hands, fisted in the furs, with his.
Pleasure so fierce it bordered on pain shot up his spine, and his stones drew up tight. He poured everything he was inside her, all his needs and hopes and hurts. He was hers in every way, now and forever, and nothing would take him from her.
And she did. If she could trust anyone in the world, it was this man. Her man. She almost blushed to realize that all his dirty talking, all the times he’d called her my female…they weren’t just flirting or foreplay or said in the heat of passion. He meant it.
“I love you,” she whispered again, wanting to taste it on her lips. “And I love you, my mate,” he whispered back. “You are everything to me.”
Sorcha bit her lip, relishing the stretch as she sank down on him. She worked her hips over him in small rolling strokes, taking a little more of him until she sat flush on his thighs.
She smiled so wide her cheeks ached. “We’ll have a life,” she said. “Together.” “Yes,” he said on a hissing sigh, pulling her down his cock in a harder thrust.
“We’ll have our own bed.” “A big one.” “A big one,” she agreed, circling her hips on her next downstroke.
“And when we want to be away from everyone and everything, we’ll sneak off into the forest and make love under the stars. Just like we are now. It will be so good
