Gods, that is so good.
I think I just said that aloud because I feel his mouth curving into a smile against my breast. He draws on the nipple a bit harder, his tusks forming a natural cradle keeping it in my place for his attention. When he drops to his knees on the thick fur rug in front of the fireplace, I go down with him willingly, my body nothing short of a needy mess as Garval stretches me out beneath him, his muscled body braced over me on his elbows.
I wiggle against him, the hot bar of his cock digging into my leg for only a moment before he growls, his hips jerking back as his large hand moves suddenly from beside my head to my hip, pinning me in place. His breath fans over my skin as he shifts back up and leans forward, his lips brushing my ear.
“You will remain still,” he rumbles.
My breaths coming out in soft pants now, I nod, needing him to continue. It’s only when he’s certain that I’m listening that he moves back down my body, sucking and licking at the exposed skin in his path. By the time his mouth brushes the waistband of my pants, I’m about ready to come out of my skin and combust with all the need tightening through me.
His nostrils flare as he breathes in deeply, a rumble of pleasure rising from him.
“You smell so, so sweet,” he whispers as he drags my pants down, his tongue sweeping at the soaked panties covering my sex.
That’s so filthy and hot that my brain short-circuits, and I end up garbling some sort of nonsense back at him. I think I was trying to tell him to “keep going,” or “again,” as both of these thoughts were foremost amongst a cacophony of background noise that surged through my mind in response to the sinful touch of his mouth. Probably some random combination of them both at the same time that made it emerge as something unintelligible.
I’m pretty sure my eyes crossed too.
His breath puffs against my underwear as he chuckles.
“Like that, did you?”
I hope he doesn’t expect a coherent response now because all I have is a lusty sigh that makes him give a happy, rumbly growl as he brushes his nose right over my clit.
“As I was saying, you smell like the most delicious dessert just waiting to be feasted upon. A delicacy better than anything that’s ever come out of my oven, and I’m dying for the first real taste. But first, let’s get these out of the way.”
In one swift move, my underwear is tugged down and off my legs and tossed to the side to join my pants somewhere in the vicinity of the hearth. My legs twitch, and I want to cup my hand over my sex with a sudden rush of self-consciousness. I hadn’t planned on doing more than flirting tonight while we had our date, and it’s been a while since I’ve put much attention into grooming down there.
He chuckles again and gently peels my hand away. “Don’t be hiding from me now, love,” he purrs. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for days.”
I startle, my eyes jerking down at his face between my thighs.
“You too?”
His gaze lifts to meet mine, his mouth quirking.
“I see I am not the only one enjoying decadent, lustful dreams. I hope I pleased you well,” he murmurs seconds before his tongue swipes slowly through my folds.
I nearly come up off the fur beneath me, my throat closing with a silent scream as I nod.
“More than you can imagine,” I wheeze.
His grin widens. “Good. I will try to live up to that in reality. You, however, are even better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Is your imagination… really that… limited?” I tease, my words broken around the gasps that I can’t seem to control as he feasts on me.
His eyes glint with amusement, but he doesn’t respond with any words. Instead, he seems to take it as a challenge. His mouth latches onto my pussy with a feral snarl and does things over the next several minutes with his talented tongue and lips that make me come twice before he finally drags his mouth away.
My juices smear his mouth, and he smiles down at me as he stands. It’s only then that I remember that he’s still fully dressed. Sprawled out on the fur, I watch in awe as he removes his tunic and then his breeches, displaying so much muscle that my pussy clenches with a fresh rush of arousal.
Gripping the hem of his tunic, he drags it up, exposing miles of dense muscle that I want to trace diligently with my tongue. His torso isn’t lean like most bodybuilders but is thick, his rock-hard stomach rippling with the effort it’s taking him to control himself. An eight-pack of perfectly sculpted abs and a beautifully defined Adonis belt makes my mouth go dry before I even get to the massive pectorals that just recently cradled my head. Even the wide, powerful set of his shoulders is swoon worthy.
He smiles knowingly at my reaction, his own eyes hot with desire, as he unlaces his breeches and allows them to slide from his hips, revealing his meaty, muscular thighs and the king of all cocks, even at half-mast, its purplish head visible already from the foreskin surrounding it. His cock swells and lengthens under my gaze until its jutting up proudly. He tugs lightly on his balls with one hand, his growl filling the air as his nostrils flare, scenting the spike in my lust at the sight of him.
Lying back, I spread my thighs in welcome. I’m a little nervous about the heat he’s packing, but it just stokes that hot, demanding need to be filled. I crave being stuffed with it. His nostrils flare again, and he drops between my thighs, muttering something under his breath that could be a prayer. The broad head notches at my slippery entrance and then begins to press in relentlessly.
As his cock spears forward, I can feel the tension in his muscles at my channel’s resistance. The burn stings, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him put a stop to this now out of some misplaced chivalry. I wrap my arms around his torso as much as I can and hook my legs behind his thighs, pulling him forward.
He groans. “Kassie…?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I rasp.
A grunt that sounds just shy of pained is the reply I get, but I don’t need anything more as he drives slowly home until he’s fully seated between my thighs. I’m sure I feel incredibly tight to him, given that it feels like I’ve been completely invaded.
He trembles over me, his breaths ragged as I feel his cock twitch deep inside of me.
“I’m sorry, I can’t give you more time. I have to…”
He groans and shifts his hips, dragging his cock halfway out of me, my pussy clinging to his retreating shaft in mutinous denial the entire way, before rocking home.
At that deep thrust, my eyes roll back into my head, and I quiver as if I’ve just been hit with a live wire. My grip on him tightens, my body hungering for even more.
“More,” I hiss as I lift my hips, pushing against his pelvis as I revel in the feeling of his cock nestled against my womb.
His breath billows in and out of his chest, and he gives me a jerky nod before his body rocks again, setting into a building rhythm, each thrust becoming harder as he ruts into me, the fur under me the only thing to cushion me beneath the full force of his desire. Our bodies slapping together, he pounds into me, his claws digging into the fur and my hip where his other hand has returned. Every powerful thrust is punctuated with a deep, resonant growl as I’m wound tighter. My channel clenches around him, I feel the fluttery warning of the impending orgasm only seconds before blasts through me.
The scream that comes from me is deafening, but it does not deter him. Garval’s body hunches over mine, his rut more fierce and uneven as he slams home in a quick succession of strokes that not only drag me up to yet another pinnacle but elicits a long growl that culminates in a powerful roar when his cock finally jerks inside of me, sparking my own climax, as he finds release. Something profound seems to snap in place that have my eyes misting from an overwhelming emotion washing over me. A connection I could never have imagined and have no words for.
His large body continues to brace over mine for several minutes, but I don’t mind. He’s supporting his weight enough so it’s only gentle, comforting pressure. I actua
lly miss it when he finally pulls away and drops a kiss on my brow, rolling to my side and curling his large body around mine. His brown eyes find mine, and he smiles, his fingers toying with my hair as he looks at me with an expression so tender that it makes something deep within my battered heart lighten and reach for him. No words are needed as we lie there exploring each other’s bodies with gentle touches until we make love again.
Three times that night I find pleasure in my orc’s arms, and I only pray that he doesn’t change his mind about wanting me, because that might break me after all of this.
And the Goblin Ball still awaits. I feel a certain trepidation in my heart since the ball is rumored to reveal if someone is there with their true mate. I can’t help but worry that he will take one look at me when midnight strikes and know that I’m not the one. I don’t have much hope for a happy ending. The ball frightens me now that I actually have something to lose, and yet I can’t bring myself to insist that we not go.
I’m so screwed.
Chapter 14
Garval
My heart swells with feelings I cannot put into words for the woman at my side as we enter the café. I can feel the effects of the bloodbond between us, as I have since the moment I felt the weave of fates between us. I no longer need the Goblin Ball to confirm anything.
Sometimes the bloodbond takes time to establish, but I am relieved that is not the case with us. The irresistible force that pulled me to Kassie ever since the day I saw her from afar became clear the moment we joined, and I felt our souls tether together. I’m just not sure how to break it to her without making her feel trapped. I decide that I can keep it to myself and allow us to enjoy coming together at whatever pace she sets. There is no rush to begin our lives together when it is as good as cemented already with the joining of our bodies.
In the end, I’m a patient male and willing to give my mate all the time she needs. I also feel guilty since I skipped over most of the rituals that come before establishing the bloodbond. I just hadn’t planned for it to happen already. I didn’t feed her from my hand, and I still need to make her mating collar. I groan, knowing that I will have to beg my mother for help in putting something together quickly since the bond has already been established. Although I can wait for my mate, I feel a crucial need to complete the ceremony.
Absently, I wonder if she would be open to the traditional piercing and tattooing. Lynn opted to delay hers because of how early she became pregnant with Bodi’s younglings, but some small part of me—although I would never tell her what to do—hopes that my mate will so honor me.
Not that she doesn’t already. Even now, she is showing me exactly how much she cares by electing to come in with me at this early hour. I would have preferred my mate to get more rest, but her shy offer was impossible to turn down given the intent behind it, especially since I know that this would be a rare occurrence if she had her usual responsibilities at home.
For this reason, I decide to take full advantage of her company this morning. Even Korf delighted in her unexpected presence as he rushed to meet her when I stopped to feed the beast. Kassie gamely held her ground and giggled as he butted her with his huge head and rumbled out a purr louder than any he’s ever given me. Her smile was sweet when we left my cottage to walk to The Spiced Pumpkin and is all the sweeter now as we work. Although we are mostly silently as we work together to prepare the various doughs and batters, there are enough sweet touches, fond looks, and naughty whispers to make my heart want to burst with affection for the one female I just know is to be my mate.
Typically, orcs don’t put much stock in waiting for a bloodbond. We are too practical for such things, despite the way we bond quickly as any fae to the females we choose, but the Goblin Ball is another thing entirely, which understandably has many males and females among our clan excited. I’m hoping that will be enough to convince her to join her life to mine as my mate and share her cottage with me. Then I can tell her of our bloodbond when we are snuggled together in our shared bed.
The bed, I’ve decided, will come from my cottage. Hers was barely adequate for my large frame. There is no question as to where we will reside, however. Her home is small, but mine is even smaller, so I start making plans on how we might expand hers to make more room for our family. Although she has three children whom I already hold close to my heart as if they were my own, I have to admit that I would enjoy breeding a youngling or two with my fine mate.
A large brood between our human children and our orcling offspring would make me the happiest of males. The thought makes me smile, and I’m still wearing a smile when Lynn sneaks in with Bodi. She grins over at us with a most self-satisfied look as Kassie and I work practically on top of each other. I know that she’ll be taking the credit for our mating, but I don’t mind. I am annoyed, however, at Bodi’s smug smile that he directs our way.
Of course he would know. I seeded Kassie many times last night. Any orc would be able to tell just from being in the same room with her that she’s mine. Part of me wonders if he might be able to sense the bloodbond between us, though it is still very new. Regardless, that doesn’t keep me from scowling at my brother since he never bothered to update me that Kassie was no longer with her human mate.
I still can’t believe humans are fickle enough abandon their mates for others if their mate is still among the living, but in this instance I’m glad for it since it saves me from being forced to challenge the male. A blood duel for mates hasn’t happened in our clan for generations, but I don’t trust myself to not have attempted it in a desperate bid to win Kassie’s heart.
Snorting in Bodi’s direction, I return my attention to the far more pleasant activity of working with my mate. I hear the bells jingle when he leaves but don’t look up until Lynn leans on the counter beside us, her smile so wide that her cheeks round out with merriment.
“So… how did your date last night go?”
I wrinkle my nose at her and ignore the question, but I know better than to think the female will give up so easily, especially not with Kassie giggling at my sullen reaction. I’m not sorry for it. I am quite protective over my privacy when it comes to anything that is especially important to me, and Kassie is now at the top of that list.
“Come on,” Lynn drawls. “You two look so cute and cozy together… I need the details.” When I remain stubbornly silent, she turns a hopeful look on her friend. “Come on, Kassie, dish.”
My female giggles again, her cheeks flushing as she darts a shy but lustful look in my direction, communicating perfectly to me exactly where her mind is. My own smile grows in response because our night was definitely cozy.
“Since when have you ever known me to kiss and tell?” Kassie teases, her eyebrows rising.
Lynn throws back her head in frustration and groans. “This is so not fair. You always get all the juicy details from me, and I just fork them over, unable to restrain myself. What kind of best friend keeps all the good tidbits to themselves?” She shakes her head woefully even though her eyes sparkle with humor. “Fine, keep your smutty secrets,” she laughs as she dodges a bit of floured dough that Kassie tosses at her. “At least I know that they have to be pretty steamy to get you that red,” she sings out as she disappears into the shop.
I glance over at Kassie, her face indeed a brilliant shade of red.
“A very cozy night, indeed,” I purr, unable to resist.
Choking on a laugh, my female waggles a finger at me. “Behave. We have work to do. I don’t need you over here trying to distract me.”
Chuckling, I turn my female loose and return to my work. I’m a bit disappointed when her own duties take her to the other side of the kitchen, but as we work, I make it a point to flirt with her at every opportunity so that she knows that she’s always on my mind. To my delight, she doesn’t hesitate to flirt back or even to be the first between us to engage in a bit of banter. She is also quite good at it, I realize, when one parting innuendo leaves my cock rock hard beneath my a
pron as I work on filling the tiny pumpkin tarts laid out on the tray in front of me. Carefully spooning the mixture of pureed pumpkin, egg, and spices into each little shell is tedious work that thankfully has my erection easing in no time. Instead, I feel pride as I grin down at the little treats as I dust them with cinnamon, ginger, allspice, and clove to give them a flavorful “crust” of spices when they bake up.
“Mmm, I smell pumpkin pie,” Kassie says a short time later, a look of pleasure coming over her face as she closes her eyes and takes a moment to smell the batch I set cooling on the counter beside me. “That smells incredible.”
“I’ve noticed that you humans do enjoy your pumpkin treats,” I tease. “I figure that these will be a big seller with the tourists coming in. Pies are too time-consuming to make and difficult to enjoy on the go, therefore the solution is to make pumpkin tarts.”
She grins over at me and nods. “That’s a great idea. And you know all those wonderful spices are things that are said to scare all the evil spirits away.” Her smile widens. “I know, you can totally market off of that. You can call them Pumpkin Boos.”
The name is absurd, but I like it.
“Pumpkin Boos it is,” I agree. “Since you have done me the honor of naming them, perhaps you would like a sample?”
Packaging the order as it comes off her grill, she sets it in the delivery window for Lynn and hurries over. I love that she has a sweet tooth nearly as big as mine. I’ve already swallowed down two as a taste test in the time it took her to finish up and am currently suffering the slightly scalded tongue for being so greedy. At least hers will be cool enough to eat.
I lift the most perfect tart out of the bunch and present it to her. She responds, not by taking it from me but by opening her mouth for me to place the sweet on her tongue. I give the tart a quick inspection to make certain that it is not too hot, setting the corner of it in her mouth. She takes a bite and moans in such a way that my breeches tighten, but it is her second bite that consumes the rest of the tart and makes me nearly cum in my breeches like a juvenile from the way her tongue sweeps over my fingertips as she pulls the morsel free.
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