19. Allie #2
I could only moan in response as he worked magic with his fingers, finding spots that made me arch and writhe beneath him. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how much pressure to apply, where to focus his attention to drive me wild.
“How are you so good at this?” I gasped between kisses.
“Orc males are taught to prioritize their mate’s pleasure.” Thick desire filled his voice. “It’s a-a point of honor.”
“Remind me to thank whoever taught you,” I breathed, then cried out as he found a particularly sensitive spot.
He took his time building me back up, his fingers working magic that had me desperate for more. When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I was more than ready for him, aching with need.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” His voice came out tight with the effort of holding back.
The first press of him against me was overwhelming. He was so much larger than any human male, but I could feel the coorails pressing against my sensitive flesh like tiny caresses. As he eased forward with infinite care, the sensation shifted from overwhelming to incredible.
“Oh,” I breathed, my back arching as he filled me slowly, inch by careful inch. “Oh, that’s…that’s amazing.”
The coorails were already starting their magic, the gentle vibration sending waves of pleasure through me that made my breath come in short gasps. He paused when he was halfway in, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“How are you doing?” he asked, though I could see the strain in his face from holding back, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort.
“It’s great,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Keep going. Please.”
He continued his slow advance, each inch bringing new sensations as the coorails stimulated places I didn’t even know existed. The feeling was indescribable, fullness and pleasure and completion all rolled into one overwhelming feeling.
When he was finally fully seated inside me, we both groaned. I felt stretched and filled and claimed in the most fundamental way possible.
“Fates,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to rest on the bed above me, his hot breath hot fanning my shoulder. “You feel wonderful.”
I could only nod, overwhelmed by the fullness, the gentle vibration of the coorails, the feeling of being completely claimed by this male I loved. He was so deep inside me I felt like he was touching my soul.
“Can you move?” I asked after a moment, already craving more sensation, more of him.
“If you’re sure you’re-you’re ready.”
“I am.” I rolled my hips and gasped at the pleasure that shot through me. “More than ready.”
He began to move then, slow and careful, each withdrawal and thrust sending the coorails dancing across my most sensitive spots. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, an intense pleasure that built with each movement.
“Is this normal for orcs?” I managed to ask between gasps, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his broad back.
He chuckled, though it came out strained with the effort of maintaining his careful pace. “The coorails? Yes. Evolution’s way of making sure orc females wanted to mate with us.”
“Smart evolution,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist as much as I could manage given our size difference. The change in angle sent new waves of heat through me.
“Very smart. Can’t have unsatisfied ma-mates.”
“Definitely not unsatisfied,” I cried out as he hit a particularly good spot. “Very, very satisfied.”
The change in angle sent the coorails pressing against new areas, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He stilled immediately, concern flooding his features.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.” I pulled him down for a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than finesse. “More. Please.”
His pace increased gradually, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me that built higher and higher. The coorails seemed to know exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, until I was writhing beneath him.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Want to watch you fall apart for m-m-me.”
His words sent flames roaring through me, and I could feel my climax building like a storm on the horizon. “Then watch.” I met his gaze as best I could from my position beneath him.
He groaned at my words, his movements becoming urgent. His control was fraying. Strain blazed in his face as he fought to make it good for me, to hold back until I was ready.
“Let go,” I whispered, gripping his forearms as I felt myself approaching the edge. “I’m right there with you.”
That was all the permission he needed. His hips snapped forward with more force, the coorails vibrating harder, hitting all the right spots with complete devastation. The pleasure built and built until suddenly I was flying apart in his arms, my climax hitting like lightning.
My orgasm tore through me with an intensity that stole my breath, bliss so sharp and overwhelming I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. I cried out his name, my body arching and trembling as waves of sensation crashed over me.
He followed me over the edge moments later, his roar echoing off the bedroom walls as he spilled himself inside me. The feeling of his release triggered another wave of aftershocks through my already oversensitive body.
We collapsed together afterward, both breathing hard, his weight carefully distributed so he wouldn’t crush me. The coorails had stilled, but I could still feel their presence, a reminder of the incredible experience we’d just shared.
“That was…” I couldn’t quite find adequate words for what had happened between us.
“Amazing?” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his breathing still uneven.
“Life-changing. I had no idea it could be like that.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against my side. “Neither did I, honestly. It’s never been like that be-before.”
“Never?” I turned to look at him, surprised by the admission.
“Never.” His expression remained serious. “The mate bond changes everything. Makes it more intense, more meaningful.”
“So this is what it feels like.” I dragged lazy patterns on his chest with my fingertip.
“What what feels like?”
“Being completely, utterly claimed by someone.” I marveled at how right it felt. “I understand now why the mate bond is so important to orcs.”
“It’s not just about the physical claiming,” he said, stroking his fingers through my hair. “It’s about choosing each other, every day, no matter what-what comes.”
“Even criminal syndicates?” I asked, only half-joking.
“Especially criminal syndicates.” His arms tightened around me. “We will always face everything together. As mates. As partners.”
My resolve strengthened. I had something worth fighting for now. Not just my own life, but the future we were building one day, one pottery lesson, one loving moment at a time.
“I should probably get up,” I said eventually, though I made no move to leave his arms. The practical side of my nature was starting to reassert itself, reminding me we had responsibilities, dangers to face. “Make dinner.”
“In a minute,” he said, tightening his hold on me. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
I smiled, content to stay wrapped in his embrace for as long as he’d have me. But even as I relaxed into his warmth, part of my mind was already shifting ahead to what came next. We couldn’t stay here forever, as much as I might want us to.
“Besides.” Mischievousness glinted in his eyes. “I’m curious to see if it’s as good the second time.”
“Second time?” I raised an eyebrow, though I could feel my body already responding to the suggestion.
“Orc stamina,” he said with a grin that was pure male satisfaction. “I ho-hope you’re not tired yet.”
“Never too tired for you.”
He rose above me and flipped me onto my belly, tugging my hips up. “What does my mate think of this position?”
It was amazing. My cries of pleasure affirmed that fact.
I woke at dawn and lay there a bit, watching Hail sleep. This male was so loving, so caring, so amazing. I couldn’t believe he belonged to me.
His eyes opened and he gave me a shy, tusky grin. Shy after all we’d done last night?
He was so cute, I had to kiss him. And kisses soon led to…
Eventually, we had to get moving.
“Come on,” I said, kissing his chest before sliding to the edge of the bed. “We’ve got work to do.”
He groaned, watching with obvious appreciation as I climbed out of bed and began gathering clothes to dress in after my shower. “You’re everything, mate.” Wonder softened his voice. “Truly.”
“So are you.” I went over to the bed and leaned close, giving him a lingering kiss. This magnificent male was mine now, completely and utterly.
By the time we’d showered, dressed, and made ourselves presentable, the sun was beginning to shine. We’d spent most of the night lost in each other, and while I didn’t regret a single moment, I knew we needed to return to reality.
The ride into town felt different. Not just because of what we’d shared, but because I felt fundamentally changed. Stronger. More complete. Ready to face whatever Will Carmichael and his people could throw at us.
I was done hiding. Done running. Done letting fear dictate my choices.
It was time to take control of my life, once and for all.
But when we reached the pottery barn, my newfound confidence evaporated. The front door hung open, swaying in the morning breeze. Through the opening, I could see chaos—shelves overturned, pottery smashed, our carefully organized workspace destroyed.
They’d sent a message.
Nowhere was safe any longer.