Games with the Orc (Monster Smash Agency, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

Why did people always want to be loved for who they could be? Didn't it make more sense to be loved for who you already were?

"You surrendered to my control, now surrender to my care too," he said, but it was gentler than the commands he'd made in the basement.

"I'm going to fuck you right out of your sanity tonight, little one," I rasped in her ear. Sunny's arm reached back, digging into my shoulder, anchoring herself as I slammed myself in and out of her with messy slaps of skin, her wet sounds behind my hand, my fingers pressing down on her clit but not stimulating. "I'm going to have you so many times, you won't know what's waking and dreaming tomorrow. I'm going to take my fantasies out on you tonight."

"Soft little goddess," Khell'ar murmured, pushing my legs slightly apart and petting at the wet release clinging to my cunt, sliding his fingers through the mess. He didn't bother retracting his claws, and I shivered as they teased my scorching and sensitive flesh. "Goddesses must be worshipped, petal. Even by beasts."

"Be my pretty deity, petal. For your cunt is divine, and so is your mouth. Because you sing like an angel as you come on my cock and make me see the heavens."

"No. I like you awake as you come and call my name. But I don't mind you holding still and taking it like a good girl."