19. Evelyn
Evelyn
His mouth finds the curve of my neck, and I gasp. When he drags his tongue up to just below my ear, my knees nearly buckle.
I’m standing next to Varkul, still fully clothed, yet I feel completely exposed in front of the nude orc warlord.
His deep voice rumbles inside of me. “You smell like need , my little human.”
“I do?”
“You do.”
One of his hands travels up my back and buries itself in my hair, gently tugging until my head tips back. His golden eyes flicker as he studies me like I’m some rare, precious thing.
“You want this as much as I do.”
I don’t answer. I don’t have to. He can smell the truth.
His hand slides lower, down my back, then lower still. His strong fingers splay over my ass. He squeezes, and I let out a tiny noise that earns me a feral grin.
“Your body was built for me,” he growls.
The orc leans down, his lips brushing against my collarbone. He inhales deeply, breathing me in like he’s trying to memorize my scent.
“Varkul…” My voice trembles.
He looks up, eyes ablaze. “Say that again.”
“Varkul.”
“ Again .”
“Varkul,” I breathe.
He growls as his hand slides between my thighs, pressing against the fabric of my pants, right where I need him the most.
“You’re soaked,” he says, sounding delighted.
“It’s your fault.”
His grin widens. “I intend to make it worse.”
Before I can process those words, he lifts me up effortlessly. One moment I’m standing next to the orc warlord, his cock throbbing in my hands as his roam all over me, and the next I’m straddling his lap, his cock pressing against the seam of my pants like a pulsing promise.
“I need to taste you,” he growls, his hands sliding up my shirt. “I need to hear the sounds you make when you come apart in my mouth.”
My fingers clutch at his broad shoulders, digging into his hard muscles. He’s supposed to be recovering from his wounds, but the orc is in complete control of the situation.
And of me .
His strong hands snap my bra open, and a moment later his mouth is on my breasts, his rough tongue on my stiff nipples. I shiver, throwing my head back, completely lost in the moment.
I push my ass back against his hardness, abandoning all reason. More than anything, I need to feel him inside of me. Bare .
“I need to taste all of you ,” Varkul growls.
He flips me around, and suddenly I’m the one on the bed as the orc warlord towers over me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and tug.
I lift my hips automatically, letting him peel them down — along with my soaked panties.
I let the orc bare me completely.
Varkul looks down at me like he’s starving.
“You’re even more beautiful than I dared to imagine,” he growls.
I’m trembling, naked from the waist down, my shirt pulled up, fully exposed in front of a literal warlord.
His big hands slide up my thighs, spreading me open, and I gasp when his thumb brushes against my slick folds.
“You’re dripping,” he says approvingly. “You’re ready to be mated.”
“Yes,” I say softly, my voice quivering.
His eyes flare open. “Louder.”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m… ready. For you.”
He leans in, his mouth on my throat, kissing, licking, nipping at the delicate skin while his fingers explore me.
One thick finger slides between my wet folds, parting me. I moan as I cling to his broad shoulders, my hips rocking against his hand.
He finds my clit easily, rubbing slow circles while my entire body begs for more.
“Oh yes,” I groan, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh God!”
He growls, low and pleased with me. “Lie down, mate.”
Mate .
That word makes something snap inside of me.
It’s true. I’m his mate, and he’s mine. Nothing has ever felt more right. My body, my soul, my everything belongs to him.
He kneels between my legs and I forget how to breathe.
The orc grabs my thighs, spreading me wide, and then his tongue, his rough, orc tongue, licks a long, slow line up my core.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my back arching.
His tongue is thick and rough and ridged in a way that shouldn’t feel good on my quivering pussy, but absolutely does.
Varkul moans, as if the taste of me is the best thing he’s ever known. The sound vibrates through my entire body, and my fingers fly to his dark hair, my hips bucking against his face.
He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking and teasing me until I’m a writhing mess.
My thighs tremble as the pleasure builds and builds and builds, until it becomes too much for a simple human to bear. “Varkul?—!”
He doesn’t stop.
He licks and sucks and devours me, and when he pushes a thick finger inside of me and curls it just right, I come undone .
Pleasure hits me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and shaking. I cry out loudly, clutching his hair, riding wave after wave of pleasure as they hit me, over and over again. Varkul’s strong hands hold me down, growling possessively between my legs.
When I finally collapse he rises slowly, licking his lips.
“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I look up at him, dazed with pleasure.
And then I see it.
His cock. Still hard, still gleaming, still waiting.
I want it.
No. I need it.
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around that thick, pulsing shaft again. “Your turn,” I say breathlessly, eager to feel him in my mouth.
Varkul grabs my wrist instead, his eyes filled with heat.
“No,” he says. “Our turn.”
Then he lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing.
I know exactly what’s coming next.