CHAPTER 30
Zara
H ow was it possible that every orgasm with Rudgar was better than the last? I was certain that if it continued, one day I was going to spontaneously expire from pleasure and wouldn’t that be interesting on my tombstone?
It’ll give future generations something to aim for.
I was plastered against him, jerking every time his tongue laved a slow lick across my pussy. It was too much. I was too sensitive. My breaths were still huffing out of me and that was when I saw it.
His cock was right next to where I was—huge and throbbing on his stomach—and Rudgar’s stomach was clenching with every gust of my breath over his sensitive head. It truly was a masterpiece. The finest dick that the Goddess Mother had ever created, I was certain.
And it’s mine. All mine.
The thick veins wrapping around the girthy shaft, the green darker here than the rest of him, straining and leaking from the head. I sidled closer and Rudgar stiffened under me as I turned my body until I was settled between his legs.
He lifted himself on his forearms, licking his lips as he watched me. I kept eye contact as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. This was my new favorite treat. As the flavor of him hit my tastebuds, I felt a sizzle of lust streak through me.
My body recognizes his now.
His scent, taste, touch and every sound told my body that it was where it needed to be. With this male. I’d never known witches to have mates, but based on my reaction to him, I was wrong. I was his mate as much as he was mine.
He ran a shaking palm over my hair and I hid a smile. I knew what he was trying to tell me.
Suck .
But that’s not what I was going to do. No, I wanted to play a little. Enjoy him as much as he enjoyed the taste of me.
Pressing his cock down onto his stomach, I laved his shaft from top to bottom, sucking every inch for a second and giving him a nibble with my teeth. I watched my mate throw his head back, a rough groan leaving his throat.
Yes, Rud. I’ve been doing research.
His legs shuffled under me, his heels digging into the soft chaise, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I was going to make him come so long and hard that he would be as wrecked as I always was after I came.
It wasn’t fair that he wrung me out like a ragdoll when he seemed so much more energized from his orgasms. I gripped his cock with my hands, both of them wrapped around as I jacked it, and his hips hitched up to meet my clasping fingers.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his body moving helplessly as I used my spit and his pre-cum to start a fast rhythm. “I won’t last long,” he warned, still not looking at me as he shook his head from side to side.
The pleasure etched on every inch of his face had pride sweeping through me. I was doing this to him. A silly little witch had brought this massive, honed warrior to a puddle of lust.
I grinned, running my cheek over the head of his cock and that made his eyes pop open, wide in his face. It was so huge that it smeared his precum across my left cheek. I licked my lips as I did the same with the other cheek, smearing it there as well.
His groan of defeat as I marked myself with his essence was music to my ears. He reached out, gripping my hair tight, taking it by the roots and I patted myself on the back.
He was going feral. He needed to come so bad that he didn’t even care if he hurt me any more.
This is what I need.
He pushed my head down until I took the head of his cock in my mouth, my hands still jacking him hard. I kept one going while I moved the other to give his balls a tug. They were already tight and high. The skin was sweltering hot, ready to release his seed.
I sucked more of him down my throat, slipping my finger back until it pressed against the sensitive skin behind his sac. I gave the spot a gentle massage and his hips thrust up harder against my mouth.
Satisfaction filled me as I realized that, without trying, I’d found the spot that a deep-dive internet search had said would drive an orc out of his mind. The first spurt came without warning, hitting the back of my throat and nearly making me gag.
I swallowed hard, struggling to manage the gush of his cum, but I wasn’t able to. I had to pull away so I didn’t choke, and I was met with a splash of the hot, white seed against my face and chest.
I kept my gaze locked on Rudgar, whose back was bowed and his jaw clenched so hard I wondered if he would shatter his teeth. The low growl of pleasure that was leaving his chest told me that this blow job was better than the last.
I simmered in my own smugness, waiting until the last spasm went through him and his hazy eyes met mine before I swiped a finger through the cum on my chest and then licked it slowly with my tongue. His heartfelt groan made me grin.
“I think we ruined the chaise and my pants,” he wheezed, and I couldn’t stop the giggle that left me. “You’re going to kill me one day,” he added and I laughed, moving to wipe my face and chest with the blanket.
“I was thinking the exact same thing about you,” I told him.
“Imagine when we’re free to have all the sex we want,” he murmured, as I snuggled up next to him on the chaise, curled around his front so I could nuzzle my face against his throat.
This is my favorite spot in the world.
My eyes drooped closed as a soft, possessive purr left Rudgar’s chest.
“Found you,” was the slow hiss of sound that I heard, turning to face the voice behind me. Horror filled me to the brim as I saw the pale face I’d been dreading. His blond hair floated around his face and his hateful, cunning blue eyes gleamed as he smirked at me. “I bet you thought you got away, didn’t you, Zara?”
I backed away from him, but I had no idea where I was. I couldn’t see what was around me—or who, for that matter. I knew there were others there, but I was trapped staring at him, my body heavy as if I was moving through sap.
“Don’t hurt them,” I whispered, and the sick joy in his gaze brightened.
“Oh, you don’t know the meaning of hurt,” he hissed, moving closer, and I was unable to move, staring up at him with terror. “But you will.”
The sound of wind was loud in my ears, and I knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear anything. Even as his lips moved, I couldn’t hear him anymore.
“Zara!” the voice was loud in my ear and I yanked my suddenly-moving body away from it. I fell from wherever I was, and my eyes popped open. My breathing was erratic as I turned around, searching for Veron, but all I saw was the chaise that Rudgar and I had no doubt fallen asleep on.
“It wasn’t real,” I gasped, even as Rudgar scrambled to reach down to pull me back up to the chaise.
“Gul-ar, are you okay?” he asked, his soft, blue eyes—so unlike the hard ice of Veron’s—filled with concern. “Let me help you.”
I shook my head even as I allowed him to pull me up. “Veron,” I tried to choke out, still searching the area surrounding us. “He was here.”
Rudgar didn’t hesitate to spin around, searching in the darkness of the night for any sign of Veron near us. “I don’t smell anything near us. Can he hide his scent?”
I nodded, even as I scrubbed my palms across my eyes. The gentle fog of sleep was slowly receding, and with it, realization came. “Wait. He’s not here,” I told him, swallowing hard. “But he’s coming.”
“What do you mean?” Rudgar asked, turning back to me, reluctant to stop his search, but trying to listen to every word I was saying. “Are you sure?”
“Certain,” I said, rubbing my palm across my chest where my heart was still thundering. “It was a premonition. My mom used to have them and she said when I was older I’d get them too. I guess I’m older now.” Shaking my head, I tried to smother the emotions crawling up my throat and making me want to throw up. “But if that’s true, then he’s coming, Rud, and there’s no way I can stop him.”
“Let him come,” Rudgar growled, tipping my chin up with his thumb so I was looking him in the eye. “I’ll protect you.”
My smile was shaky as I looked up at this big male who was willing to put himself on the line for me. It gave me the strength that I sorely needed. And as I remembered the feel of the wand wood in my hand, the focus it had allowed for my power, determination flooded inside me, pushing out the swirling self-doubt. “I love you,” I told him, leaning up to press a brief kiss to his lips. “But you can’t protect me from this one. I have to face him. I’m not going to let him hurt anyone ever again.”
I was pouring my heart out to him, beseeching him with my gaze, and I knew that to a male like him—who was born to protect, who carried it in every inch of his being— I was asking a lot, maybe too much. But I still needed to ask. The burning fury inside of me needed to be released and I knew exactly who it was going to be aimed at.