Chapter Twenty-Four
Penelope
I stared up at the big male hovering over me, the flesh of his thumb still between my teeth and my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t the way I thought the day would go. I’d been doing such a good job of avoiding him and this thing brewing between us that I’d deluded myself into thinking I could get through this.
In the back of my mind, I knew I was going to have to apologize to Garrett. I hadn’t realized Dristan would react the way he had and I wanted to make sure no one paid for my mistake.
His eyes were almost fully black now. Only a thin halo of amber surrounded the pupil. And for some reason I couldn’t begin to fathom, he looked bigger. I struggled to skim my mind for orc-facts. We’d studied them in biology in high-school along with the other species, and from what I remembered, they appeared to grow in size during moments of aggression.
Is horny a form of aggression?
Even as the ridiculous thought slipped into my brain, Dristan leaned down to replace his thumb with his lips. I moaned into the kiss, my hormones replacing my common sense. I was on my back and tugging him down over me before I realized what I was doing.
My fingers combed through the thick silk of his hair and then down his strong back. I had my legs around him, his cock pressed to my dripping pussy in no time flat.
“ My female’s eager,” he purred and I mumbled my complete and utter disagreement, even as I shoved my hand into his pants. “Ah ah,” he growled, removing my hand where I’d curled it greedily around the ridiculous girth of the base of his cock. “You’re going to behave for me.”
He tipped my chin back, forcing me to open my eyes and meet his gaze.
“ Tell me who you belong to, Penelope.” The rasp of his voice against my senses caused a shiver down my spine.
I shook my head, trying to turn my face. He ran a tusk along my jaw, swiping his tongue over my skin and my lips parted on a trembling exhale. “Dristan,” I whispered, his name a plea on my lips.
“Yes,” he chuckled, the word dark with lust. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“No, wait,” I gasped, horror filling me as I realized what I’d admitted. “I didn’t mean I’m yours . What I meant was that… You… I…” I trailed off as he quirked that sexy, arrogant eyebrow at me.
The one that told me he would know exactly what to do with a female. There wouldn’t be any learning curve with him. He’d take me to the brink of my sanity and drag me over it while I held on by my fingernails. I’d felt it from the first moment I’d met him.
This male’s going to make me lose my mind for him.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, eyes trailing down my body as he started on the buttons of my blouse. “And you’ve finally admitted it. Now tell me what you did wrong, sweetheart.”
“Nothing,” I moaned as his big, calloused fingers dragged down between my breasts.
“Hmm,” he leaned down to nip at my throat and I quivered under him. “Wrong answer.”
I was on my stomach before I knew what was happening. I yelped as he yanked my skirt up and my panties down until my ass was bared to him. The sharp smack of a hit had an embarrassing squawk leaving me. I turned to send a death glare over my shoulder, but I was only met with smug amusement in his gaze.
“What the hell—” I started, but was cut off by another slap. I jolted, everything inside me melting as his huge palm spread over my abused ass cheek, rubbing the searing heat of where he’d hit me.
“You can tell me what you did wrong,” he told me conversationally, running his tusk over my skin. “Or we can keep going until you do.”
I struggled under him, but he had my hands pinned at the small of my back before I could claw at him the way I wanted to.
“If you want me to stop,” he whispered, swiping his long tongue along the sensitive skin of my thigh, “tell me to. Say the word, sweetheart, and this can be over. Or we can continue. It’s up to you.”
My inner hellcat kept my mouth tightly sealed. There was no way I was ending this. I’d never been so turned on in my life. And after the other night, I knew this male was more than capable of delivering mind-melting orgasms.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, burying my face against the cushion, trying to muffle my words.
He heard me, a low growl sounding behind me and I rocked my hips back, offering myself to him.
“Then I’m going to ask you again,” he lapped at my skin, moving higher up my thigh as he did. “What did you do wrong today?”
“Nothing,” I lifted my head to say, the defiance clear in my voice.
I sensed the curve of his lips even as his hand came down again. There was a loud crack of sound, but the sting wasn’t as bad as the previous ones. Annoyance swept through me at the knowledge that he was holding back in deference to my weakness .
I might not be as big as he was, but I could take a fucking spanking with the best of them. I turned to glare at him and found him grinning at me. He knew . The gorgeous bastard knew he would piss me off by going easy on me.
“But whatever it was you think I did, I’m going to do it again,” I told him, my own smirk curving my lips.
That made the grin drop off of his face, a scowl replacing it.
Uh oh.
I tried to scramble away from him, but he yanked me back by my thighs, wrapping those huge palms around them, his fingers squeezing into my flesh. The sharp pain on my ass forced a quick scream from me.
He. Bit. Me.
I turned as much as I could and smashed my hands at his head, but he pinned my wrists again.
“You’ll never go out with a male without my permission again, Penelope.” His words were a low, serious promise that made lust shoot through me even as I tried to kick him in the face.
He was over me in seconds, pinning me to the sofa. “Take your correction, rega .”
The word was a rough growl of a word, but it sounded intimate and almost like a caress against my skin.
“I don’t need correction ,” I tried to yell at him, but it came out as a breathy rush of words instead as he pressed his still-clothed cock against my stinging ass.
“Yes, you do. You’ve gone too far today, and you’ll learn how you’re expected to behave,” he groaned the words as he shoved his cock against me again and I tried and failed to smother the ragged moan that left me.
The jangle of a buckle behind me caused my eyes to widen. I struggled to turn, but his weight kept me pinned. I refused to acknowledge the needy mewl forming in my throat as my own.
“Dristan,” I gasped instead, hoping that was enough to gain his forgiveness. “Please.”
His purr of approval melted me like nothing else could. He leaned down, the loud sound of a zipper sounding as he swiped his tongue over my ear. “Yes, rega . You can be good if you try.”
The scalding press of his cock against my ass had my eyes widening with trepidation.
There’s no way that tree trunk is fitting inside me.
Even as I thought it, my pussy gushed as if to scream “ But we can try! ”
“All you have to do is promise,” he whispered, the rumble of his chest against my back soothing me.
I was ready to blurt any promise that he needed me to. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but logic—the cold, cock-blocking bitch that she was—reared her head instead.
“I don’t need your permission to go to lunch with anyone ,” I hissed, glaring at him over my shoulder.
His narrowed eyes told me I was in for it, but when he flipped me over, landing me in a heated heap on the sofa while he stood in front of me, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Dristan’s cock was a dream, proudly jutting from his body in a way that would have felt threatening if he didn’t run a gentle hand across my hair. It was a monster, but it was gorgeous. Definitely too big for me.
I’d have to work my way up to taking him, but my pussy was already screaming that she was more than willing to try. My gaze focused on the gorgeous, pierced head. I licked my lips as pre-cum beaded there, eager for my tongue.
Still, there was nothing gentle about the way he angled it to my mouth, using that same hand in my hair to grip it by the root and tilt my face upward.
“You’ll take your punishment then,” he told me. I expected him to force the massive tip of his cock into my mouth, but he waited instead, searching for something in my gaze.
My treacherous tongue reached out first, swiping across the precum. I held back a moan at the sweetness. I’d heard rumors about the taste of orc cum, but I’d never been able to test it out myself.
Addicting.
I sucked on the head, reaching up to grip his massive cock in my hands, pulling the foreskin back so I could get to the sweetness underneath. Dristan groaned in the back of his throat, the sound amplifying the spell I was under. I sucked harder, dipping my tongue into his slit for more and the tremble of his huge fingers in my hair told me that he was just holding himself back from thrusting into my mouth.
I peered up at him, his head tipped back and his throat working, his Adam’s apple bobbing with what I could only imagine was the last hold that he had on his control.