Chapter 4 #2
“I contain multitudes,” he said solemnly, then lowered his head to my breast, his breath hot against my dark skin. “Now stop talking and let me worship what’s mine.”
“Bossy.” The word came out like a breathy whisper that turned into a moan when his tongue lapped at my nipple.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, which should have been impossible because I was not a small woman, but apparently orc strength operated on different physics than the rest of us.
He laid me across the bed with a gentleness that made my throat tight, then knelt before me, his massive frame somehow fitting between my legs as he hooked his fingers in my underwear.
“May I?” he asked again, and God, the fact that he kept asking was going to be my undoing.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please.”
He pulled my underwear down slowly, his golden eyes fixed on my face like he was memorizing every expression. When I was finally bare before him, he sat back on his heels, just looking.
“You’re staring,” I said, fighting the urge to close my legs. “It’s weird. Stop being weird.”
“I’m appreciating,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” His hands spread my thighs wider, and I should have felt exposed, vulnerable.
Instead, I felt powerful, watching this behemoth of a creature gaze at me with naked hunger. His fingers traced patterns on my inner thighs, reverent against my brown skin. “Your scent drives me mad,” he growled, lowering his face between my legs. “My mate. My treasure.”
The first touch of his tongue against me sent electricity up my spine.
I arched, crying out as he growled against my flesh, the vibration traveling through every nerve ending.
His tusks pressed into my inner thighs, the slight pressure somehow heightening every sensation as his tongue delved deeper.
“Okay, so this is good,” I gasped, fingers clutching the bedding. “This is very good. Ten out of ten. Would recommend.”
He chuckled against me, the vibration making me whimper. His tongue circled my clit then laved broad strokes that made my toes curl. He was broader and rougher than any I’d experienced, which made me think of where else he was built different.
One massive finger pressed inside me, then two, stretching me in a way that was just on the edge of too much but somehow exactly right.
“You taste of honey and fire,” he murmured against my flesh, and even through the haze of pleasure, I thought that was actually kind of poetic for a guy who’d beaten up my previous fiancé. “Let me hear you.”
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, ripping through my body with such force that I screamed his name. My thighs clamped around his head as I shuddered, but he didn’t stop.
He growled, the sound reverberating through my oversensitive flesh, and kept working, kept those thick fingers moving inside me until I was coming again, tears streaming down my face from the intensity.
“Please,” I sobbed, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue. “Please, Rakthar, I can’t take much more.”
“You can,” he said, finally lifting his head, his mouth glistening. “And you will. Many times tonight.”
He rose above me then, and I watched through half-lidded eyes as he stripped off his own clothing. His body was a map of scars and muscle, each mark telling a story of battles won. And his cock—
“Oh my God,” I said faintly. “That’s not going to fit. That’s physically impossible. I took biology. I know things.”
He was intimidatingly large. Different from any human anatomy I’d encountered, contoured in ways that made my brain stutter trying to process it, and I was suddenly very aware of how small I was in comparison.
Rakthar’s expression softened, and he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a surprisingly tender kiss that tasted of me and something darker, spicier.
“I will make it fit,” he murmured against my lips. “Slowly. Gently. And you will take every inch of me.” His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “I would never hurt you. Not like this.”
“Just in every other way?” I tried to joke, but my voice came out shaky.
“Never,” he said, so seriously that I believed him. “You are precious to me, Aliana. More precious than you know.”
The sincerity in his voice made my chest tight. I reached up, touching his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his tusks. “Okay,” I whispered. “Okay. I trust you.”
Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. “Say it again.”
“I trust you,” I repeated, and realized I meant it. I trusted him. I chose him. This.
He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me. I tensed involuntarily. He was so big, too big, but then he kissed me again, deep and slow, distracting me as he began to push inside.
The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but he moved with agonizing slowness, giving my body time to adjust. The unusual contours of him moved against places inside me that I didn’t know existed, sending sparks of pleasure through the discomfort.
“Breathe, little mate,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Relax for me.”
“Easy for you to say,” I gasped. “I—oh!” He’d shifted slightly, and suddenly the angle was different, better, and I felt myself opening for him. “Oh yes!”
“That’s it,” he praised, pushing deeper. “Take me. Take all of me.”
By the time he was fully seated inside me, I was panting, clinging to his massive shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit, but also so very complete. Like some part of me I hadn’t known was missing had finally clicked into place.
“Okay?” he asked, holding perfectly still despite the tension I could feel thrumming through his body.
“Okay,” I confirmed. My hips rolled of their own volition. “Move. Please move. If you don’t move, I’m going to lose my mind.”
And he did. Slowly at first, careful withdrawals and gentle thrusts that let me feel every detail of him. But as my body adjusted, as I started meeting his movements with my own, his control began to slip.
“More,” I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist as much as I could—which wasn’t much, given the size difference, but I tried. “Harder. I’m not going to break.”
His growl was pure satisfaction. “No, you’re not.” His hands gripped my hips, lifting me to meet him, angling my body so that he dragged against that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. “You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, little mate?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the pleasure building again, impossibly stronger than before. “Yes, everything, just—please—”
“My mate,” he growled, his pace increasing, the bed creaking ominously beneath us. “Taking me so well. So perfect for me. Made for me.”
The praise sent shivers through me, heightening every sensation. I felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, and I knew this one was going to destroy me.
“I’m going to—oh God, I’m coming—”
“Yes,” he snarled, driving into me harder. “Bind to me. Let your pleasure seal our bond.”
The climax that tore through me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. A supernova of sensation that seemed to connect my body directly to his. I felt something shift between us, energy flowing from him to me and back again. The magical bond made physical through pleasure.
Rakthar roared as he followed me over the edge, his release hot inside me. I felt him pulse, felt the way his cock seemed to lock within me for several heartbeats as the binding magic swirled around us, visible as faint golden threads in the dim light.
As we lay there, joined and panting, I realized with startling clarity: my body had bound to his without hesitation, even if my mind had taken a little longer to catch up.
But my mind had gotten there too. In a temperature-controlled room, in the dark, with sixty-two hours left and no one watching, I had made a choice.
And I had meant it.