CHAPTER 38
Zara
I t wasn’t long before everyone was gathered again in our apartment, food being ordered and alcohol being passed around. Tasia had taken Gabbi back to their apartment for her bedtime routine, but everyone else was celebrating the victory of the day.
I couldn’t stop touching Rudgar. Now that he was healthy and back with me, the last thing I wanted to do was be away from him. So when anyone tried to pull us away from the snuggle puddle we’d made on the sofa, I refused.
“I think I’ll head to bed,” Rudgar announced, and Dristan and I both turned sharp, assessing looks his way. He grinned, shaking his head. “I’ve become a boring old orc, and it’s just been a full day. I need a nap,” he insisted, before snatching me around the waist. “With my mate.”
Realization settled inside of me and a secret smile spread across my face.
“We definitely need a nap,” I agreed, nipping at his throat. “We’re so tired after everything.”
“Ew,” Pen gagged, waving her hand at us. “Can we please move this party away from them? I can’t handle hearing what my brother-in-law and his mate sound like when… well you know.” She waved at everyone, ushering them all out of the door, taking most of the food and drinks with them. I turned to Rudgar, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Do I know how to clear a room or what?” I asked, preening.
“I started it,” he insisted, nuzzling his nose against mine.
“Fine,” I conceded, “but if there’s a prize, I win.”
He snorted out a laugh and lifted me into his arms, turning and carrying me toward our bedroom. “I’ll give you a prize,” he chuckled, running his tusk along my neck, marking me with his scent.
Yes, the best one ever.
When we were inside our bedroom, Rudgar laid me down on the bed, but stayed standing over me, his hand sliding across my cheek in a gentle caress. I scrambled up to reach him, but he shook his head, sliding a finger down my cheek toward my neck.
Confused, but eager for contact, I stayed still under him, enjoying the gentle touch. “I’m ready for my prize,” I whined, even as I arched my chest, wanting his fingers on me.
He kept his touch slow and even, nowhere near where I wanted him— needed him.
“We can savor later,” I insisted, grabbing his hand and struggling to tug it toward my breast. He was immovable.
He stayed silent, leaning down to press his lips to mine. I grabbed one of his tusks, yanking him against me, but he kept the kiss sweet and soft. After a few butterfly-soft touches of our lips, I melted into the bed, hypnotized by him.
This was the best kiss of my life. It was in the way his strong hands ran through my hair, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him—loved above everything else. It was in the way that he couldn’t stop kissing me, telling me everything I needed to know with his lips. And it was in the way our shared breath told me that we were going to share everything from now on.
I’m going to marry this male.
I knew it in every bone of my body. I looped my arms around his neck, and he leaned into me, finally settling his body over mine, making room for himself between my legs until we were so tight against each other, I didn’t know where I started and where he ended.
His heart thumped against mine, and mine pounded back, letting him know that I wanted everything he was offering me. He pulled away, and I met his deep blue gaze, staring up at him with my heart too full to speak.
The silent message he was sending me was received. We could have lost each other today, but we hadn’t. We were still here, and we would take the time to appreciate what was in front of us. What was ahead of us.
He swept his thumb over my cheekbone, his eyes thoughtful as he surveyed my face and I did the same to him. This face was the last one I would see every night and the first one I would see in the morning for the rest of our lives.
He lowered his head again, and I absorbed the feel of him. The scratch of his beard against my cheek and lips. He started slow, just his mouth again, but then he buried his big palm under me to press my back upward, arching me against him. My lips parted and the kiss transformed into something else—something hotter.
His soft grunt caused my nipples to pebble and my legs to tighten around him. I was surrounded by his alluring scent and he clenched a fist in the hair at the back of my neck, arching me toward him, making my pussy melt for him.
I’m so wet I can slide across the floor.
There was a spark inside every single one of my nerve endings. I was shaking under him, and his hips bucked against me, telling me he was exactly where I was. He was a hair’s breadth from the end of his control.
He pulled away from me, his lips swollen and kissable. His breath was pumping out of him, and it was everything I could do to not come just from the way he looked.
Fucking delicious.
Especially if he kept rubbing that huge cock against me the way he was. With a chest-deep moan, he buried his face against my throat, nibbling until he made his way to where I wore his mark with pride.
He nuzzled it, giving it a nip and then inhaled deeply against my skin. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, a throb of pleasure making its way through me.
Everything about my male was hard. Achingly hard. Deliciously hard. His calloused palm ran down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me hard against him. I squirmed under him, twisting against the pleasure that was prickling across my senses and he groaned into my mouth as he kissed me again.
It was less of a kiss now, more of a ravaging. Everything escalated from there. Kisses became drugging aphrodisiacs that sent us into a spiral as we sipped at each other, needing more. The sounds that he was making were driving me insane. Soft groans when I touched him. Sharp hisses when he rubbed his huge cock against my pussy and the tightening of his fingers against me. I knew he was marking me there too. My hips, my sides, my breasts.
Everything was his, and I wanted to see it—to feel it.
Our clothes were next, lost in a frenzy of lust, ripped from our bodies until I was pressed against him, skin to skin. We shared a moan of gratification over the touch, but we couldn’t release each other long enough to look.
I appreciated my male, running my hands over his ridiculously defined muscles, strong and solid like a tree. I lost track of time as my fingers ran over him, until he was panting against my throat.
“I have to fuck you, Gul-ar,” he demanded, and I nodded, knowing we would have time for more later. Time to savor and time to cherish. Now, we just needed to feel ourselves together so we knew we were okay. Safe and alive.
Still, Rudgar was nothing if not thorough, and his fingers made their way to my nipples, pinching them until I was a soaking wet mess under him. Then he moved to my clit, circling it for a long moment until I lost my breath.
One solid thrust of two of his huge fingers inside my pussy and then he notched his cock there, sucking those fingers into his mouth for a taste. I was overheating—desperate for him.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, clinging to him as the first nudge pushed the head in. I was soaking the sheets under us, so wet I was almost certain I was going to be dehydrated after this.
I rocked against his cock, the plump puffy lips of my pussy surrounding him and taking him in. He sucked in a breath, his huge body shuddering against me and I was golden . I was a fucking Goddess at sex.
Pressing deeper, his hips moved slowly at first, and it was so good. So very, very good that I was drugged under him, addicted to his cock.
I was going to need this again every hour on the hour. There was no way I could go without this for any period of time.
We were sweating, swearing messes by the time he’d pushed all the way inside. With the stretching that was necessary, I was still awed that he fit inside the first time we did this. Now, though, there was no hint of the aching pressure of last time.
Just the scintillating heat and pleasure. I arched against him, rolling my hips under him, my head tossed back against the sheets. I braced myself when he pulled his hips back, but I wasn’t prepared for when he started to move.
“Oh!” was all I got out before my body exploded, coming hard, squeezing his cock and shuddering while he groaned above me, staying perfectly still. My lips were still parted as he rocked inside me, every inch of me tingling with pleasure—all the way down to my toes.
I was stuffed so full that my eyes rolled back in my head when he started thrusting again. I don’t think I’d ever imagined this level of pleasure in my life.
“Oh fuck ,” he gasped, a desperate sound leaving his throat. “More,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut before he latched his huge hands around me, his big body curving until his teeth sank into the mark he’d placed on me.
“Yes,” I panted against his ear, my pussy fluttering with another orgasm as he fucked me into the mattress. There was a single moment of pure euphoria when his teeth connected us in a way that transcended anything I’d ever felt before. Our souls were tied together.
And that was when I came—like an avalanche. He stilled above me, a roar leaving his throat as he came with me. I squeezed my arms around his neck, never wanting to let go. The gush of his come inside of me was so powerful that it strengthened my own orgasm, and I quaked under Rudgar until his hips finally stilled, tying us together in soaking sheets with murmured praise, lips and bodies entangled.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
My grin showcased the joy that was radiating from inside of me. “And you’re mine.”