Chapter Thirty-Six
Penelope
I was drowning in lust for my male. He was still infuriating, testing my limits with his bossiness, but something deep inside me was responding to it—a primal instinct that was trying to force me to release any inhibitions I had and give in to what was happening between us.
While he stared down at me, licking his lips, I decided to surrender. My hands went to my bra, undoing the front clasp and releasing my breasts for him. His groan was grateful and reverent at the same time. He dipped his head, running his beard-covered cheek over one breast and then the other.
He’s covering me in his scent.
His clothes came off next and I moaned my agreement with the decision. I needed our skin to touch—for nothing to be between us. I gasped when he took one of my nipples between his lips, his yellow eyes piercing into mine.
He sucked hard and my back arched, the lightning bolt of pleasure shooting straight to my clit. He didn’t stop, settling himself between my legs, one big palm plumping the other breast while he gave his full attention to the sensitive skin. His strong tongue played, but he ran his fangs over the skin, marking me as his.
The knowledge that this male was making me his—that he was finally going to be mine, sparked euphoria so strong, I wondered if I could come just from this. He moved to the other one, plucking my nipple hard before surrounding it with the heat of his mouth. I ground my pussy against his stomach, leaving a trail of wetness along his hard, bulging muscles.
He chuckled darkly against my breast, moving his hand from where he’d been massaging my breast, running a thick finger along my core. I bit my lip, holding in a scream. His darkening eyes met mine as he pushed the digit inside, a feral grin crossing his face.
“I’ve been filing my claws every day, praying that I’d finally have the chance to stretch my female for my cock. How does it feel?”
All coherent thought had fled my brain at this point, and all I was able to do was whimper, my head falling back to the sheets. I spread my legs even more, offering myself to him. His growl told me he received the message loud and clear.
He pressed wet kisses down my soft stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button and making me giggle. I gripped his lustrous hair in my palms and he gave my hip a little nip, digging his fangs in and I knew that he’d be leaving marks all over my body. He was ensuring that anyone who saw me knew I belonged to a male already.
Him.
I’d done research on orc mating rituals—and watched dozens of illicit porn videos of exhibition-loving orcs and their mates. This was a part of it. They would mark their female all over their bodies, rub against them until their scent transferred and then after coming inside them, they would spread the cum over them—ensuring that any male who came near them would know that they were treading on dangerous territory.
The videos had made me scoff, my feminist views offended—and then after a few furious rounds of finger-fucking myself, I’d been offended all over again. The idea of Dristan doing those things to me threw those views out of the window. I wanted everything he would do more than I’d ever wanted anything ever before.
His finger fucked into me, his tempo going slow and deep. My eyes rolled back in my head and I rolled my hips to meet every gentle thrust.
“Look at how well my female takes me,” he purred. “Ready for another?”
I nodded, panting for him, the breaths leaving my chest desperate and hungry. When his tongue dipped between my legs, his tongue swiping over my clit, I all but lost my mind, a broken cry leaving me as I tightened my hands in his hair, holding him close.
“Yes, please. Dristan,” I moaned, and he swirled that phenomenal tongue around my clit until I was seeing stars. He added another big finger and I gasped at the exquisite stretch. “More,” I demanded, and he obeyed, giving my clit a hard suck. My entire body went tense, my back arching as a scream left my chest. Pleasure so strong I thought I might pass out coursed through me as I came, my pussy clenching hard around his fingers, but he continued fucking them into me, his sucks strong on my clit. I rode out the orgasm, lost to the world except him— us . My muscles loosened in a rush as I floated down, spasms moving through my arms and legs, but my fingers remained clamped so tight in his hair, I wondered if I’d yanked any out.
They ached as I released him, but that didn’t stop him, his fingers still moving inside me and his mouth still on my oversensitive clit. I whimpered, trying to pull away, but he didn’t release me, his big palm on my ass keeping me close.
“Dristan,” I whispered, his name a breathless sound on my lips.
He moved another finger inside me and my eyes went wide with shock, pleasure and a stretching ache to my muscles that brought a twinge of pain.
Three huge orc fingers inside me.
“Dris—” I was cut off as he blew on my clit, my hips jolting under him. “It’s too much,” I whimpered.
He smiled up at me, running a tusk along my inner thigh. “Not enough. I’m prepping you to take my cock, rega . I don’t want to hurt you.”
I’d felt his cock and I knew the challenge it would be to fit inside me. Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Okay,” I breathed, my head falling back as he went back to giving my body more pleasure than it had ever felt before. One orgasm spiraled into two and I was babbling—begging—by the time he tossed me into a third, my world spinning around me.
“Please, Dristan, please,” I sobbed, tears leaking from my eyes as I came down from another earth-shattering orgasm. I tugged hard on his hair and he shook it, giving a low, feral growl as he snapped at my fingers.
Orc rut.
It was happening now. If anyone tried to pry him from me, he’d kill them or be killed. I reached down to his face, burying my fingers in his beard. Black eyes met mine—his yellow irises so dilated they weren’t even visible. The wildness in there should have scared me, but my instincts knew this male. Knew he would never hurt me.
“Please,” I whispered to him, not sure what I was asking for, but he knew what I needed right away. He released my hips, pulling his fingers from my pussy, sucking them into his mouth to drink my juices from them before he crawled up my body.
It was so intimidating having him over me. He was so much male and I was so much smaller than him. But when he pressed his forehead to mine, meeting my gaze and running his thumb down the side of my face, love spilled from my chest.
I love him. I want him. Mine.
He searched my gaze, something connecting between us that was deeper than anything I’d ever felt—ever known. He kissed me then, tucking the head of his cock against my pussy as he did. I gasped as he pushed inside, my nails digging into his back as the huge, leaking, pierced head pressed inside.
I’d thought I was ready—thought he’d stretched me enough, but nothing had prepared me for this. For the blazing, searing heat, the pressure of him inside me. I tried saying his name, tried saying anything , but nothing came out.
I couldn’t even breath as he pressed inside, his gaze trapping mine. Emotion and something more potent spilled between us, unspoken but no less intense than the words I knew I needed to say.
He pressed inside another inch and my body rebelled, the fit too tight. I whimpered, cursing myself for not having done more, not practicing more for this. I’d always known that we would get here. That this would happen between us. And I should have been preparing myself every day for him.
He didn’t hesitate though, reaching a hand under my back to arch my hips to an angle that allowed him to go deeper. The slide of his huge cock inside me made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Please,” I slurred, baring my throat to him, not knowing what I was doing, but following my instincts. He groaned, his entire body vibrating with the sound. I cried out as he bit down on my neck, his fangs sinking deep.
His hips rocked into me, working more of his cock inside as he kept me pinned under him with his fangs. He groaned as I took more of him, the stretch so exquisite—the pain transforming into something transcendent—that I felt the edges of my vision going dark. I struggled to stay aware, to stay conscious as he tilted my hips even more. With one hard thrust, he was buried inside me, a scream leaving me as my muscles locked with tension. My lips were parted on a silent scream when Dristan released his bite to press gentle kisses across my face.