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

by Kathryn Moon

The claw burrowed against his cock to tuck slightly inside of me, and the room had just enough light from the night for me to see the sharp grin he wore as I whimpered.

His grin flashed. It was rare, and he usually hid it away just as quickly as it appeared, but I loved the sight of it, transforming his ferocious face with charm and humor.

"You should've been very tired." "Did you want me to sleep through it?" His eyes grew warm, and his head ducked to mine, his dark braid swinging over his shoulder. "And miss your pretty whines and 'Oh god, Khell'?" he said in a poor imitation of my voice. I blushed, and he growled. "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."

I choked on air, and Khell stepped away. No, the bastard sauntered, giant and bulky as he was. "Maybe not as much as I like you thrashing on my cock, trying to fuck me with that sweet cunt of yours every bit as hard as I fuck you." Would I come just from the filth Khell'ar spewed from those absurdly thick lips of his? It was becoming a close call. "Digging your nails into the table, tearing the sheets. It's a good thing MSA has a damages policy—" "Stop," I squeezed out, my hands flapping in front of my face as if they could cool the fever this orc was stoking in my cheeks....

"The sheets… Was that really me?" I asked, staring at a blank spot on the wall over his shoulder. It needed a piece of artwork, and I could almost imagine it, something that looked serene at first glance but was explicit the longer you stared. "I wouldn't let you tear my hair out as I tongue-fucked your s...

"What is making my petal smile like that?" Khell'ar asked, head tipping to the side. "I was trying to imagine pinning you down and…" I laughed and shook my head. "I don't know what." I expected him to laugh at the idea too, but his expression was thoughtful. "You could clamp me, keep me from coming. Take my ass with a toy. Leash me and ride me. Orcs heal well, and my ass would bounce nicely for a cane." He paused as my mouth dropped open, eyes growing wide. "Too much?" "No—Not—I don't… You've thought more about this than I have," I said.

I nodded, my fingers tightening in his hair, slipping against the thick and silky weave. He'd had it tied back this whole time, and I wondered what it looked like, felt like, when it was loose.

I licked my lips. This game was failing terribly. I was ready to climb Khell, not run from him.

He was herding me to the right again, driving me toward whatever destination he wanted. Playful defiance rose up in me, the sudden desire to be the brat rather than Khell's good little pet, and I charged in a sudden left turn, the exact opposite direction in which he was trying to chase me. Khell'ar growled as I neared him, out of arm's reach and making his steps stumble this time. I was grinning, breathless and aching at every rough step, but for a moment I felt victorious in surprising him.

We rolled until he was pinned heavily on top of me, the sky bright above us through the trees, his eyes glinting with humor. "Did you want to be caught so soon, petal?" he huffed. Orcs heal quickly, I remembered him saying. I brought my knee up to his groin, watched his eyes widen in shock, a sudden bark pulled from his lips, and he released me to the dirt and grass and leaves. I rolled away from him as he laughed and growled, and I climbed up to my knees. A hand gripped around my ankle and pulled me flat again, Khell's laugh louder, my skirt rucked up to expose my ass. "Naughty little human, rough and ready like her orc."

"Khell," I gasped. My cunt was throbbing, and my nipples were tight. "Do you give up, pet?" Khell growled. I groaned and then let out a snarl of my own, throwing myself up and forcing myself back to my feet. Khell chuckled and rose with me, only letting me surge three steps forward to the massive tree. He snatched me up again, this time with his hand scooped up under my skirt, cupping my sex as he lifted me into the air, my back to his chest. My breasts were exposed in lace, my eyes falling shut at the wonderful pressure of his fingers on my sex, and I rocked into the touch. Thick fingers twisted under the fabric, and I cried out at the brief scrape of dull claws over my clit and lips, the pinch and scratch of the taut fabric rubbing against me, then there was a rip, and cool air rushed over my feverish flesh.

One hand clasped my throat, the other shoved my skirt up with rough urgency. I barely caught a breath, and then Khell was thrusting in. I howled at the shock, the stretch, the sudden fill. I was more than ready, slick and prepped from so much time spent riding that perfect girth, but it was still a surprise, still rough.