19. Allie
Allie
H is mouth met mine with a tenderness that made my heart surge, but beneath it was a hunger that matched my own. Late day sunlight turned his green skin golden, highlighting the strong line of his jaw and the width of his shoulders that blocked out half the world when he leaned over me.
Every nerve in my body felt alive, hyperaware of every point where we touched. His weight pressed me into the mattress, solid and warm and utterly male, and I’d never felt safer or more desired in my life.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his dark eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt.
The question sent warmth through my chest. Even now, even with desire burning in his gaze and his body hard against mine, he was thinking of me first. Making sure I was ready, that this was what I truly wanted.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I stroked his face, marveling at the contrast between his powerful frame and the gentleness in his touch. “I love you, Hail. All of you.”
His breath caught at my words, and for a moment he just stared down at me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. The expression on his face, full of wonder and love and barely restrained desire, made my throat tighten with emotion.
“I love you too. So much it sc-sc-scares me sometimes.”
“Then show me. Show me how much.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands threading through my hair as I melted into his embrace.
Every touch sent fire racing through my veins, and every caress was a promise of what was to come.
I could taste his desire on his tongue, could feel the barely leashed control in the tension of his muscles.
His fingers found the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head. The cool air hit my skin, but his heated gaze warmed me from the inside out.
“Gorgeous,” he said, his voice rough with desire as his hand skimmed over my side with a reverent touch. “So incredibly beautiful.”
The way he looked at me, like I was art come to life, made me feel powerful and cherished all at once. I reached for his shirt in return, eager to feel skin against skin, to explore the body I’d been dreaming about for days.
He helped me pull it over his head, and I caught my breath at the sight of him. His chest was broad and muscled, his green skin marked with scars that reminded me this male could wield a sword. The mate bond mark on his wrist caught the light, a perfect match to my own.
“Your turn to be beautiful.” I ran my hands over the warm expanse of his chest, feeling his heart race beneath my palms.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating under my touch. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“It is for me.” I traced a scar that ran along his ribs, feeling him shiver under my exploration. “You’re the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen.”
His eyes darkened at my words, his pupils dilating with desire, and he captured my mouth again, this kiss hungrier than before. His hands explored my body, learning every curve and hollow as if he were memorizing me for all time.
When his fingers found the clasp of my bra, I arched against him, eager for more contact. The anticipation was killing me, every second stretching like honey.
I was drowning in sensation, in the feel of his mouth on my skin, his hands mapping my body like I was territory he wanted to claim. Every kiss sent sparks shooting through my nervous system, every touch making me bend myself closer to him.
When he reached for the waistband of my jeans, I lifted my hips to help him, suddenly desperate to have nothing between us. The fabric felt like a barrier I couldn’t stand for another second.
“Eager?” he asked with a teasing smile that made my heart skip.
“Dying,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Only days?” His hands stilled on my zipper, his eyebrows raised in mock concern. “I’ve been thinking about it since the mo-moment you walked into my pottery barn.”
“Liar.” I laughed, then gasped as his thumb brushed against the sensitive skin of my hip as he worked my jeans down my legs. “You were too flustered to think about anything that first day.”
“Flustered, yes. But still th-th-thinking about how perfect you’d look covered in clay and nothing else.” His voice had gone rough again, and the mental image he painted made heat pool between my thighs.
He shed his own remaining clothes, and when I finally saw all of him, my breath caught in my throat.
He was magnificent. All seven feet of him, broad and powerful and utterly male. But it was the sight of his arousal that made my pulse race with a mixture of desire and nervousness.
His cock was proportioned to match the rest of him, long and thick, with veins snaking across the emerald-green shaft.
But what caught my attention were the unique features.
Nestled between the flared base and the bulbous tip were a series of adornments, smooth strands that jutted out in a spiraling pattern, wrapping around his length.
Each held a small bead-like appendage that appeared to vibrate.
The tip of his cock leaked pearly green precum that made my mouth water with curiosity.
“That’s… You’re different,” I said, unable to keep the wonder out of my voice.
The tips of his ears darkened, and he shifted as if he wanted to hide from my gaze. “I should have warned you. Orc phys-physiology is?—”
“Amazing,” I said.
He tapped one of the beads and the strand holding it in place. “These-these are coorails. All orcs have them. They…vibrate.”
This was going to feel amazing. I traced one of the coorails with a gentle finger. He groaned at the contact, his hips jerking forward.
“Do they feel good?”
“Very,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding still under my exploration. “Bu-bu-but they’re meant to feel good for you too. They’ll…they’ll enhance your pleasure.”
Heat pooled low in my belly, and I could feel myself growing wetter with anticipation. “I want to try.”
“We’ll go slow,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I pulled him down for another kiss, pouring all my trust and desire into the connection of our mouths.
He groaned, his hips rolling against mine as our bodies aligned. The friction sent a gasp tumbling from my lips, and he drank it in, his tongue chasing mine with a hunger that set my senses ablaze.
His hand cupped my breast, his fingers featherlight at first, then firmer as he teased the peak into a tight bud.
I arched my body, seeking more, and he obliged, lowering his mouth to suck gently, his tusks brushing against my heated skin.
The sensation made my toes curl, a moan escaping me as trembling pleasure sparked through my core.
“You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and arousal. “Your body si-si-sings for me.”
I dragged my fingernails down his back, not hard, but enough to make him shiver. He growled, a low sound that vibrated against my chest. He shifted lower to kiss a trail down my torso, lingering at my navel with a swirl of his tongue that made my breathing stutter.
When he reached the edge of my panties, he paused, looking up at me with desire etched into every line of his face. “I need to taste you.”
My thighs parted instinctively, an answer in themselves, but I still managed to speak. “Please.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled the lace down my legs, trailing kisses along my thighs as each inch of me was revealed. When he finally settled between my legs, his wide shoulders pressing them apart, I felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, yet treasured under his gaze.
After sending me a shy smile, he buried his face in me. His tongue moved like silk, teasing me until I whimpered and begged for more. And he gave it, pressing in with long strokes.
One hand snaked up to my breast, while the other kept me splayed open for his exploring mouth.
His tongue stroking my clit sent a jolt through my spine, and I cried out, twisting my fingers into the sheets, or maybe his hair, I couldn’t tell, my world had narrowed to heat and the ecstasy that built with every flick.
His coorails vibrated against my shin where his cock rested, tantalizingly close but not yet claiming me.
That low purr of his, rough around the edges, rolled over my skin like thunder.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, licking in rhythmic circles, I shattered.
My climax took me by surprise, crashing through me with enough force to steal my breath, my legs locking around his shoulders as I rode each wave. Hail didn’t stop. He groaned against me like my pleasure was something holy, like it set loose a deep, primal part of him.
It took a moment, several breathless, bone-melting ones, before I could speak, my voice hoarse with spent desire. “My god, Hail…”
He kissed his way back up my body, his eyes dark and wild. “I could stay there forever. But I—I need you now.”
He positioned himself over me carefully. When I looked up, I was staring at his broad chest rather than his face, the expanse of green skin and muscle blocking out the world above me. It should have felt overwhelming, but instead it felt safe, like I was being sheltered by a living mountain.
“Can you kiss me from there?” I asked, suddenly realizing the logistics of our coupling might be more complicated than I’d anticipated.
He chuckled. “Not easily. We might have to get cr-cr-creative.”
“I like creative.” I ran my hands over his chest, fascinated by the play of muscles under his skin. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”
“That’s my mate,” he said, and the pride in his voice made my heart flutter. “Always ready for an ad-ad-adventure.”
He shifted, bracing himself on one elbow so he could reach my mouth while his other hand explored my body with increasing boldness. His fingers found the heat between my legs, and I gasped at the contact.
“So wet for me,” he said against my lips, his touch gentle but sure as he explored my folds. “So perfect.”