Chapter 7 #2
I let out a sharp, disbelieving snort before I could stop myself. “You think I’m not getting anything out of having you in my life?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, the scent of her—cocoa and silk and that sweet, maddening arousal—making it hard to think straight.
Her fingers flexed against my chest, but she didn’t pull away. “This is your house, your island, your life, and I’m just mooching off of you.”
I froze.
She still felt like that?
After weeks of living together, of sharing meals and laughter and the quiet, domestic rhythm of our days?
After the way she’d stepped into this community, this family, like she’d always belonged here?
My Kteer growled in frustration, but I ignored it, focusing on her words. “Kesha—”
“If I could believe I was giving you something equal—”
That was it.
I grabbed her hand before she could finish, my fingers wrapping around her wrist. She gasped when I dragged her hand down to my waist, her breath hitching. I pressed her palm against the hard length of my cock through my pajama pants.
It was filthy. It was crude. It made both of us freeze in shock…but then she whimpered and her fingers spasmed around my thick ridges.
“Oh,” I managed, my voice shaky. “You’re giving me plenty, sweetheart.”
Her fingers twitched, then curled around me, her grip tentative at first, then firmer as she felt how much I wanted her. A whimper escaped her lips, her dark eyes glazing over with need. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out in a way that made my stomach clench.
“I can think of something I could give you,” she murmured, her voice husky and thick with desire.
“Kesha,” I groaned, my control fraying at the edges, wondering if I’d taken this too far.
We stood in the kitchen, half naked, her holding my cock. Kesha was so close, so perfect, and my Kteer was roaring at me to take her, to claim her, to finally make her mine—
“It’ll be good, I promise,” she whispered, leaning closer, lips parted, pulse flickering, her breath warm against my skin. “I can make you feel—”
I cut her off with a sharp inhale, my hand tightening over hers. Not to stop her—fuck, I never wanted her to stop—but to ground myself. To remind myself that this wasn’t just about my need, my hunger. It was about her.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” I growled, my voice rough. “You don’t have to give me anything. You’re already here. That’s enough.”
She blinked up at me, her expression flickering between confusion and something softer. “But I want to,” she said, her voice breaking just a little. “I want to give you something. I want to—”
I interrupted her with a huff of not-nice-sounding laughter.
“You already do, sweetheart,” I said, my voice low and urgent. “Every time you laugh with Jay. Every time you help Milo with his homework. Every time you just exist in this house, in this life with me. You think I don’t see that? You think I don’t feel that?”
Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster. “Korrad—”
“Stop keeping score, Kesha,” I said, my free hand rising to cup her cheek. “I’m not. This isn’t a transaction. This is…”
A family.
A home.
A future.
Love?
“What?” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.
I hesitated.
This was the moment. The moment where I could tell her the truth—that she was everything I hadn’t known I wanted, that she’d slipped into my life and made it better in ways I couldn’t even explain. That I didn’t just want her body—I wanted her. All of her.
But she was stroking my cock through my pants, small movements like she didn’t even know she was doing it as she stared up at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and the scent of her arousal was driving me mad. She wanted me, and my Kteer was snarling at me to taste claim fuck love pleasure claim…
I needed her.
Maybe, when my Kteer was silent and my cock was sated, I’d be able to find a way to tell her what she meant to me.
And so, with a groan, I surrendered, bending down to scoop my wife off her feet. Kesha didn’t object, merely throwing her arms around my neck, burying her face against my throat and licking me as I stalked toward my bedroom and the huge bed we were going to fucking destroy tonight.
We were halfway across the room when Kesha lifted her head. “What’s that smell?”
Look, there are plenty of ways to ruin a sexytime mood—stepping in dog piss, having a kid throw up on you, thinking of your grandmother bathing—but having a previously ardent partner ask you What’s that smell was a new one.
I rocked self-consciously to a stop. “What?”
Kesha’s head was up, her crinkled nose pointed at my bathroom. “Do you have a cinnamon candle burning?”
Ah.
I felt my cheeks begin to heat as I rocked my weight from foot to foot. “I…uh…I came earlier.”
One of Kesha’s brows rose as she swung her gaze back to me, her lips curling wickedly. “And your cum smells like cinnamon?”
Slowly, I lowered her, allowing her to slide down my body until her feet hit the floor. She didn’t turn away from me, didn’t lose her gleeful grin.
“We don’t have cinnamon in our world. Apparently, it’s a new and exciting feature.” I shrugged. “I came through the veil in secret decades ago—there’s a bunch of us living near Bramblebluff who slipped through—and it’s not something anyone talks about.”
Her grin managed to grow as she pretended to hum and tap her finger against her chin in a parody of investigation. “What other secrets are you hiding, Korrad?” Her gaze landed on the elaborate tattoo on my upper arm and shoulder, then drifted across my chest and…lower.
My cock jumped, remembering how she’d stroked it.
“Do you know what happens when an orc uses his cock in a female?” My voice was strangled, and I was rewarded by the way her gaze snapped back to mine, her lips parted eagerly. “She experiences instant pleasure.”
“Instant pleasure?” She hummed, stepping close enough that she had to tip her head back to meet my eyes. “I like the sound of that. Whatever it means.”
I could barely make my throat work. “Means you’re going to come as soon as my cock is in you, wife.”
Her eyelids lowered, and she reached up her arms, revealing the swell of her stomach and hips beneath the silk, to wrap around my neck. “Yes, please. I’ll even put up with a little cinnamon cum for that.”
I hummed, bending toward her. “It won’t be a little—Wait, you don’t like cinnamon?”
Kesha shrugged. “I had a cinnamon-scented soap years ago that reacted poorly with my—” she hesitated. “You know. Lady bits.”
My eyes narrowed, working through the ramifications. “You’re saying you don’t want to get cinnamon in your lady bits?” Definitely something I could work around.
Her breath caught at my crudeness, and she stretched up on her toes. “I’m saying, Korrad, that I need your cock inside my dripping pussy. Now.”
And she pulled my lips down to hers.