Chapter 12 #2
Her tits bounced with each thrust, the sight of them driving me wild. I leaned forward, capturing one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I continued to fuck her. She arched into me, her hands gripping my hair, holding me to her as I teased her nipple with my tongue and teeth.
“Garrak,” she moaned, her voice barely a breath. “It’s too much... I can’t… I can’t take any more…”
I released her nipple, a dark chuckle rumbling in my chest. “You can, and you will,” I commanded. “You’re my good little slut, remember? You can take everything I give you.”
I shifted my angle again, this time lifting her slightly as I thrust up into her. The change allowed me to go even deeper, to hit a spot that made her scream.
Fuck, I needed to move someplace without thin walls.
Her body convulsed around me, another orgasm tearing through her. I could feel her inner muscles squeezing me, trying to milk me, but I wasn’t ready to come again yet. I wanted to draw out her pleasure, to make her scream until she lost her voice.
I slowed my thrusts, allowing her to come down from her high, but not letting her rest. I kept moving, kept stroking her inner walls with my ridges, kept her on the edge of another orgasm. Her body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes.
But I also saw the desire, the need for more.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, I need…”
Stevie needed a break, needed to be rehydrated. But first, she needed… “Tell me, my delicious little plaything. Tell me what you need.”
Since I hadn’t stopped fucking her, she moaned now, her head lolling back as she moaned, “I need to come again…”
I grinned, a feral, possessive grin. “I know you do, Mate. And you will. But only when I say so.”
I reached between us again, my fingers finding her clit. I began to stroke it in time with my thrusts, building her orgasm slowly, deliberately. Her moans filled the room, her body tense as she waited for my command.
“Now,” I growled, pinching her clit. “Come for me now, Stevie.”
And she did. Her body convulsed around me as she screamed her release. I thrust up into her, my cock pulsing as I came again, my cum filling her completely. Her body milked me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I was left panting and breathless.
She collapsed against me, her body limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her, my cock still deep inside her. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her back softly. “Such a good little human.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, her body relaxing against mine. I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, a tender gesture that was at odds with the ferocity of our fucking.
“You’re mine, dkaar,” I whispered. “All mine.”
She nodded against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. “I think I am.”
I grinned, satisfied. Finally, I’d claimed her as mine, and it was everything I’d ever wanted. I’d taken her raw and without barriers, filled her with my cum, and she had taken it all. It had been glorious, and I couldn’t wait to hear her soft moans and writhing body beneath me again.
Stevie
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I clung to Garrak, my body shaking with waves of pleasure, feeling connected to him in a way I never had with another being. Oh my God.
I was his. He was mine. I knew it, I knew it.
“Dkaar,” he murmured, his big thumb swiping at my cheek. “What is it?”
Oh God.
I squeezed my eyes closed and pressed my jaw into his palm, only just then realizing I was crying. Crying? No, I was sobbing, overwhelmed with the beauty and specialness of the moment.
“I-I…”
I took a deep breath, ready to tell him the truth. I love you.
But before I could choke out the words, Garrak wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “My Mate. My perfect Mate,” he murmured as he rocked me, his cock still inside me.
I held my breath, waiting for him to tell me his feelings, feeling nervous about blurting out my love…but he didn’t. It was amazing how gentle this huge male was—he could so easily hurt others, bruise me with his strength. But he used his strength for the betterment of those around him.
“Hush, dkaar.” He pressed a kiss on my hair. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m…” I hiccupped. “It was just…a lot, okay?”
His chuckle ruffled my hair. “It was. It was incredible. Everything I’d dreamed it would be.”
Inside me, his cock was still hard, and I could feel his cum seeping around his ridges to leak across his lap. Experimentally, I squeezed my inner muscles, the way I had as my most recent orgasm had slammed into me, and was rewarded with another of his low chuckles.
His palms slid up my lace-covered back, his claws making me shiver.
“Mate, if you do that, I’m going to think you want to do this again.”
“I do,” I admitted, my breath stuttering, “but only when you’re ready—”
“Female, I have waited a long time for you,” Garrak announced sternly. “I need no recovery time.”
He sounded so offended that I stifled my watery giggle against his shoulder, and realized my tears had slowed. “You’re that virile?”
“I’m an orc male who has just entered the Mating Rut. You will be lucky if you can walk tomorrow, sweetheart.”
I’ll admit; I experienced another rush of arousal at his words, and judging from the way Garrak growled and tightened his hold on me, he could tell.
“Mate, I’m not going to fuck you again until you’re ready. Stop taunting me.”
“What if I’m ready now?”
“You’re crying.” His hands still stroked my back. “Not what every male dreams of for the first time he claims his Mate, let me tell you.”
I had to chuckle, and when I pushed myself upright again—incidentally sheathing his cock deeper, but that’s not relevant to this point, although it caused us both to suck in breaths—my cheeks were dry.
“I was crying because it felt amazing to…” I stared at his chin, suddenly a little embarrassed to admit my feelings. “I’ve never felt that way before, Garrak,” I whispered. “I…”
I love you.
His voice was gentle when he cupped my cheek and assured me, “And you will never feel that way with another male, Mate. We are together now and will build a future together. Here, on Eastshore Isle. I will keep you safe and take care of you for the rest of your life.” His other hand joined the first, cupping my face.
“Stevie, you won’t have to worry about anything or lift a finger. You’re my responsibility now.”
And suddenly?
Suddenly I was real glad I hadn’t told him my real feelings.
Instead, I bit down on my tongue to keep my stud from flicking against my teeth, and switched my attention to his chest. My palms rested there, holding me in place atop his cock.
You’re my responsibility.
Is that what Mate meant to him? That he would take care of me?
But…I could take care of myself.
Couldn’t I?
If I had blurted out that I loved him, I would have likely shriveled up because he didn’t love me. Couldn’t love me, if he thought that’s what I wanted in life. Just to sit around on my ass and be cared for like a spoiled princess…
“Mate, you’re thinking too hard.”
At his stern tone, my gaze snapped up to his, and I saw the wry way his lips twitched.
“My cock is inside you, and you’re thinking of other things. There’s only one thing for it.”
Garrak dropped his hold to my hips, readjusting me. I felt his ridges slide along my inner walls, and I gasped at the sensation. God, he felt good!
But just when I thought he might be ready to fuck me again, he lifted me off his cock. I whimpered at the feel of him sliding from my suddenly empty pussy, and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
He lifted me from his lap, turned, and dropped me onto the couch by his side. I gasped as I fell backward, then Garrak’s big palm was pressing me against the cushions. My legs were still tangled around him as he shifted to the floor so he could lower his mouth to my pussy.
“Garrak!” I grabbed his hair. “What are you doing?”
His face was already in my curls. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I jerked when one of his tusks scraped along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I lost the thread of whatever I’d been about to object to. “But…your cum…”
“You taste of me, Mate.” His long tongue slid through my folds. “How could I object to that?”
Oh my God.
Seriously, was there any other male who would do what he was about to—
I gasped, arching off the couch as his tongue slid inside me, curling to tease that spot that drove me wild.
Deciding to stop objecting—and comparing him to past, far deficient lovers—I held onto his hair and ground against his face.
Garrak’s fingers and tongue made short work of my pussy, sending me right back to the heights I’d been experiencing with his cock. With his fingers inside me, he locked his lips around my clitoris, and I came again.
“Garrak!”
I felt him grin proudly against my pussy, and heard that strange purring from his chest, and knew he’d ruined me for all other males.
Yes, he was the best thing to ever happen to me. He was my Mate, and I was his, and…
I tugged his hair to pull him up to me.
I couldn’t think straight with the pleasure coursing through my body like this. His fingers were still in me, my pussy still straining for him. I wanted this. I wanted him.
But I also wanted to figure out what I wanted for the rest of my life.
Yes, Garrak was wonderful, but was I willing to consign myself to a life I didn’t want in order to be with him?
“Dkaar,” he murmured, pulling me down into his lap. “When you arrived at my door with that outrageous letter from Hendricks, I vowed I wasn’t going to touch you.”
I felt my lips pulling up as I tried to fight my way out of the twisted teddy straps. “You fought the good fight, Garrak. Because I’d decided that you were hot, and I wouldn’t hate going through with my father’s plan.”
He stiffened. “Your father is the monster in your life, not me. Is it strange that I’m half-hoping he will find a way to weasel into next week’s game, so I can confront him?”
Knowing Dad, he was already in. I sighed and rested my head on Garrak’s shoulder. “It was a shit plan, and I’m sorry you were subjected to it.”
His hand spread across my back. “I’m not. I knew from the moment you stepped into my home that you would be mine… I just struggled to accept it. By claiming you, dkaar, by focusing on my own pleasure, I thought that meant your father had won—”
Fuck that!
I silenced him with a soft kiss, and kept my lips against his as I murmured, “What we have is more than debt payment.”
When he sighed, I caught his breath with my own.
“You’re right, my Mate.” His hold on my tightened. “Gods below, I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have found you. I wish my mother could have met you.”
I raised a brow. “She would be impressed with a scrappy hustler who—”
“She would be impressed with a female who understands others so well, who is intelligent and studious and empathetic.” He kissed me. “Do not insult my Mate.”
I grinned against his lips.
When he pulled back, I went with him. “I wish I could have met her too,” I murmured. “Your family sounds much better than mine.”
“Sylvik’s brilliant,” he announced proudly, “and his Mate is perfect for him. Just as you are perfect for me.”
“Perfect, eh?”
My tone was teasing, but it hid my questions.
Is this what I wanted? Forever?
“Perfect,” Garrak growled.
With that, he flipped me over on my back. My squeal of surprise turned into chuckles as he loomed over me.
“You think you can prance around this condo wearing that skimpy little outfit, when your Mate has entered the Rut, and escape with only being fucked twice, female?”
God, I loved it when he went all growly and primal on me. Grinning in what I hoped was an enticing way, I lifted my arms to him. “You think you could manage to fuck me again, Mate? Prove it.”
With a snarl, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, his hand to my pussy, and proved it right there on the floor of his—and possibly our—home.