9. Mia
Mia
N ever did I think a magical, romantic moment like this would ever happen to me.
Romance isn’t the word anyone thinks of when the name Mia Martin comes to mind. And yet here I am, being carried over the threshold of my new home by my new orc husband.
I’m still throbbing from my previous encounter with this man, wherein he licked me to a screaming orgasm in a tattoo parlor.
I’ve learned he not only gives the best kisses but also understands the importance of the clit.
We haven’t had an actual wedding ceremony, yet , but instead of a ring on my finger I was given his brand on my ass and a new house. I’ll take it.
“I can’t believe you actually bought this house,” I eagerly exclaim as I lick his neck before he sets me down inside the front door.
“I can’t believe you’re surprised,” Kavin chuckles as he turns on a few more lights. “You’re the one who showed me this listing.”
The words send a thrill through me. I turn in a slow circle, taking in the empty living room that’s now ours.
The built-in bookshelves with glass doors I’d pointed out catch the light.
The hardwood floors gleam, and I can already picture us living here, with Kavin reading in a corner chair I’m definitely buying, and me curled up on a couch we’ll pick out together.
There’s even a perfect amount of room for a large screen TV.
“Show me around,” I say, reaching for his hand.
“You already know the layout.”
“True,” I laugh. “But I only know the real estate photos. I want to see what our home really looks like.”
The way his eyes darken when I say “our home” makes my stomach flip.
He leads me through the living room, pointing out details the previous owners left behind, the crown molding that’s been recently painted, built-in storage we hadn’t noticed in the photos online.
In the kitchen, I run my hands along the granite countertops and open the cabinet doors just to hear them softly close.
“This is where I’m going to make you breakfast every morning,” I announce.
“You cook?”
“I’m learning.” I grin at his skeptical expression. “Okay, I’m terrible at it. But I’ll get better. Or we’ll live on takeout and cereal. Either way.”
He pulls me against him, his large hands spanning my waist. “I don’t care what we eat as long as we’re eating it together.”
“Gawd, you’re romantic when you want to be.”
“Only for you.”
We explore the rest of the downstairs together and find the room that could be a home office, a half bath, the laundry room that’s twice the size of my current bathroom. Everything feels surreal, like I’m walking through someone else’s life. Someone who gets the fairy tale ending.
“Ready to see upstairs?” Kavin asks.
I nod, suddenly aware that upstairs means the bedroom. The bedroom where we’re going to...
My heart hammers as we climb the stairs, his hand warm and steady in mine. The second floor is exactly as I remembered from the photos, with two spare bedrooms, a full bathroom, and at the end of the hall, the primary suite.
Kavin opens the door and steps aside to let me enter first.
“Oh,” I breathe.
The room is mostly empty except for an enormous bed that dominates the space.
King-sized, maybe even larger, and it’s definitely big enough for an orc and his human mate.
The mattress is covered with simple white linens and a dark grey comforter and there are two nightstands with matching lamps on either side.
“I wanted you to choose how to decorate the rest of it,” he says quietly. “This is your home too. I want it to feel like yours. I just purchased this so we’d have somewhere comfortable to sleep.”
I turn to face him, and the vulnerability in his expression nearly undoes me.
He planned all of this during these last few days when I thought he was avoiding me.
This powerful, gorgeous male who doesn’t realize that he could have any woman he wants and chose me .
And he’s worried about whether I’ll like the bed and the space he left for me to fill.
“It’s perfect,” I tell him, and mean it completely.
“I like what you’ve picked out already and I appreciate that you want me to do the rest.”
He relaxes slightly. “The closet’s pretty big. And there’s space for a vanity if you want one, or a reading chair, or whatever you?—”
I silence him with a kiss.
It starts soft, just my lips pressed against his between those tusks, but it quickly turns into something much more desperate. His hands tangle in my hair, and I press myself against the solid wall of his chest.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“Mia,” he groans.
“I know.” I reach for the hem of his shirt. “I know what this means. I know what happens next.”
His hands cover mine, stilling them. “Are you sure? Once we do this?—”
“I’ll be pregnant with your son. I’ll be your mate for life. No going back.” I look directly into his dark eyes. “Yes, I understand and this is exactly what I want.”
He studies my face for a long moment, searching for the doubt he won’t find. Then his hands move to the bottom of my shirt, and he pauses. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits quietly.
I can’t help but love the idea that I’m his first and hopefully only. This isn’t something I ever thought of as criteria for a husband, but I have to admit it does make this even more special that I’d assumed. “I know,” I explain. “We’ll figure it out together.”
Both of us remove our shoes and socks. He lifts my shirt over my head, his movements careful and reverent. When his eyes land on my prettiest, most expensive, push up bra, I hear him inhale sharply. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching up to trace the edge of lace with one finger.
“So are you.” My palms land on the broad expanse of green skin I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. His chest has always been the stuff of my dirtiest sexual fantasies, and his abs are luscious. He’s all muscle and power, but his hands are gentle as they reach behind me to unhook my bra.
When the fabric falls away and my large breasts bounce free, he gazes hungrily at my chest. “Can I touch you?” he questions.
“Please.”
His large hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until I gasp.
The contrast of his green skin against mine is beautiful, and the careful way he touches me, like I’m something precious, makes my chest tight with emotion.
Soon he’s sucking one nipple and then the other and I’m about to fall into his arms.
I reach for his belt because I have to touch him too and see all of him, and this time he doesn’t stop me.
The buckle comes free, and I lower the zipper and then he lets me push down his jeans and underwear over his hips and his thick, green erection bounces free.
It’s huge and the slit on the crown leaks with pre cum.
I reach forward and take him my hand, noting that my fingers don’t reach around the thickness of his shaft.
I lick my lips, wanting to see if I can fit that in my mouth.
“No,” he says, lifting me up before I can fully get on my knees. “I want to come for the first time inside of you. We can do all of that later.”
I pout, but then I laugh because his arms go under me, and he tosses me onto the bed as if I’m light as air.
Soon his body covers mine and I love how we’re both naked and the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, the horns and tusks above me and way he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, is overwhelming in the best way.
I splay my legs so he can easily settle that amazing erection between my thighs.
He reaches down and touches me, entering me with his fingers. “You’re so wet.”
I reach up and cup that strong jaw and gaze into those dark eyes with long, black lashes. “Because of you.”
“I love you,” he says suddenly, the words rough with emotion. “I love your strength and your fire and the way you defend the people you care about. I love that you didn’t give up on me and are not afraid of what I am or what this means.”
My eyes fill with tears. “I love you too. I love how you see me as something worth protecting instead of something that needs to be fixed. I love that you bought this house because you were listening to my dreams. And of course, I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Or orc,” I chuckle.
He kisses me then, deep and thorough.
When he positions himself at my entrance, we’re both trembling. “This is it,” he rasps. “I’m bigger than the typical human but you are wet enough for me.”
“Now,” I order. “I’m ready.”
He enters me slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving my face.
There’s a moment of adjustment, a pinch of pain as my body learns to accommodate his size, and then he’s fully seated inside me and we’re both gasping.
He’s certainly bigger than anyone before and I had no idea this was something I liked or wanted, but I do.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay. Perfect. Don’t stop, keep going.”
He starts to move above me and it’s everything I dreamed it would be and more. The slide of skin against skin, the way he fills me completely, the small sounds of pleasure he makes when I arch beneath him.
Kavin lifts up and grabs onto the metal bedframe with those muscular arms, almost crushing it with his strength.
“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts growing more urgent, his hips pumping in and out.
The vision of this powerful orc, with his black horns moving above me and those tusks jutting further than I ever thought possible, causes my body to gush.
My juices spread down my thighs. “Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”
We find our rhythm together, bodies moving in perfect synchronization.
When he reaches between us to start rubbing at my clit again, another orgasm builds with scary intensity.
I thought the one from earlier, in the chair at Heat & Ink was the most erotic moment of my life, but that was nothing compared to this.
It crashes through me, rushing across my stomach and down to my toes, causing me to cry out like never before.
He follows me over the edge with a roar that vibrates through his chest and into mine. My new husband stills above me and the warmth of his release fills me, and I wonder if this is the moment that we’ve created our son.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs. He pulls me against his side, and I rest my head on his powerful chest, listening to the gradually slowing beat of his heart.
And as the hint of dawn streams through the curtains of our bedroom, in the house he bought because he was listening to my dreams, I know this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
I tilt my head up to look at him. “Welcome home, husband,” I whisper.
“Welcome home, my bride.”