Chapter 7 #2
Bula stared at her. Those amber eyes of hers created a fluttering in Orlena’s stomach.
“Because the thought of not seeing you tonight was worse than any damage a storm could do.”
Something inside Orlena cracked open.
She bit her lip; the air between them felt charged. Thick with an undeniable need and longing.
Bula reached over and took Orlena’s hand in hers. She brushed Orlena’s knuckles with her thumb.
“You don’t understand it yet,” she murmured.
The feel of her hand enclosing around Orlena’s sent a heavy wave of desire through her.
She wanted to feel those callused palms sliding over her soft skin.
Her gaze lifted from their hands and settled on Bula’s lips.
She wanted to feel her mouth on hers, feel those lips around her nipples, trail over her body and down to her secret place between her legs.
“Understand what?” Orlena wasn’t sure why her voice was suddenly husky.
“What this is between us. You feel it, don’t you?” Bula asked. Her thumb drew small circles on Orlena’s skin.
She did.
At least now she knew she wasn’t going crazy. Was this what the orcs experienced when they found their mate?
Was she Bula’s mate?
Was that possible? She had heard about the chieftain’s daughter taking a half-breed, but at least that female was part orc. Could she, a full human, be the mate of an orc?
Bula took her bowl from her and set it down on the floor. She cupped Orlena’s face in her strong hands and stared down into her eyes. Orlena couldn’t move. She was captivated by this orc in front of her. She knew it was wrong to be here with her, but she didn’t care.
If Bula didn’t care, why should she?
Bula lowered her head and slanted it to the side. Her lips brushed Orlena’s softly. Her tusks scraped Orlena’s skin, sending a chill down her spine. Bula’s mouth pressed harder against Orlena. The kiss was slow at first as Bula explored her. Orlena parted her lips and invited Bula’s tongue inside.
Her hands went up to rest on Bula’s shoulders.
She pressed closer to her, and the kiss deepened.
Everything about this moment felt right.
She didn’t care what society said. She knew without a doubt that this thing between them was goddess-sent.
Bula reached for her and brought her onto her lap without breaking the kiss.
Orlena wrapped her arms around Bula’s neck. She gasped when Bula stood from where they had perched on the floor. Her legs automatically wrapped around Bula’s waist. Bula’s hand came to rest on her bottom and held her close. Orlena’s core pulsed at the warmth that radiated from Bula.
“You room?” Bula rasped.
Orlena, unable to speak, jerked her head in a nod. Bula strode through the small home and entered her bedroom. The bed was large enough for her alone, but she didn’t know how Bula would fit.
Bula carefully laid Orlena down on the bed as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
“You are constantly on my mind, little one,” Bula murmured. She stood at the edge of the bed. Her hands slid over Orlena’s calves and traveled upward to her thighs.
A shiver rippled through Orlena at the feeling of those callused hands discovering her body.
“I’ve been thinking of you nonstop,” Orlena breathed.
Bula arched an eyebrow at her. She smirked and gripped Orlena’s sleeping gown.
“Is that so?” Bula murmured. She lifted the gown and brought it over Orlena’s head. Her smile faded the moment her eyes dropped to Orlena’s naked form. Heat flared in her eyes. “Doakir.”
Beauty.
Orlena quivered and took in the orc. Bula knelt on the floor and tugged Orlena to the edge of the bed. Her thighs parted automatically. She braced herself on her elbows; she wanted to see Bula’s face.
The orc lowered her face and inhaled.
“Feck,” Bula muttered. Her eyes flicked to Orlena. “You smell divine. I need to taste you.”
Orlena gasped at the roughness of Bula’s hands as she pushed her legs completely open. She was fully exposed to this orc. Bula sent her tongue on an exploration. Orlena’s eyes fluttered closed the second she reached her clit. Her core clenched from the sensation of this orc devouring her.
Bula licked and suckled her as if she were a dying woman trying to take her last drink.
Cries fell from her lips. She reached out and entangled her fingers in Bula’s thick, dark hair.
“Kraz,” the single word fell from Orlena’s lips.
Bula took her time getting to know Orlena’s cunt.
She pushed her thick tongue along Orlena’s opening.
It slid its way inside, eliciting a gasp from Orlena.
She hadn’t realized how long Bula’s tongue was.
Bula’s hands cupped her bottom as if she were eating a ripe fruit.
Her groans and moans of satisfaction while she devoured Orlena fueled the fires inside her.
“Bula!”
Bula glanced up at her. Something passed in her eyes, but Orlena couldn’t read it. Her hips moved on their own accord, and she rode Bula’s face. She fell back on the mattress, unashamed of how she was responding to Bula.
“Your taste. It is addicting,” Bula rasped. She circled Orlena’s opening with her finger then eased it inside. She latched on to Orlena’s swollen bud, slowly thrusting inside her. “So fecking good.”
“Oh!” Orlena gasped.
Another finger had been added. Bula’s thick fingers stretched her out. She groaned, her hips undulating off the bed. She reached out and grasped the bedding to have something to steady her. She was afraid that she would be sent to the stars if she didn’t hold on.
“Bula!”
A growl rippled from Bula who thrust her fingers into Orlena harder. They pounded deep and fast while she continued to focus on Orlena’s clit. It didn’t take much longer before Orlena’s body shook and quaked hard. Her orgasm raced toward her and slammed into her.
A scream erupted from her, pleasure overtaking her.
Warmth flooded her center. Bula didn’t hesitate to lick every ounce of her juices that flowed from her.
Orlena gasped and tried to catch her breath.
She opened her eyes and took in Bula watching her.
The orc’s slick face was still buried between her thighs.
Those amber eyes were darkened and filled with lust… and something else.
“Bula,” Orlena whispered.
She groaned; those two thick fingers withdrew from her pulsating channel. Bula gave her another long lick then rose from the floor. She stood to her full height and removed the tiny robe. It dropped to the floor.
Orlena’s mouth went dry at the sight of the strong but feminine orc.
This was no ordinary female. One didn’t have a body like this and not be a warrior or something.
Orlena had so many questions floating around in her mind, but she held them back for now.
She scooted backward on the bed. Bula knelt on the edge.
Her heart raced at the dark gleam in Bula’s eyes.
She felt as if she were prey being stalked by a predator.
She fell back against the bed. Bula leaned over her. She planted a hand on either side of Orlena’s head. She lowered her head and paused when she was a hairsbreadth away from Orlena’s lips.
“You’re mine, little one,” Bula whispered.
A growl rose inside her, then her lips came crashing down on Orlena’s.
They were hot, firm, and her tusks grazed Orlena’s face.
Orlena reached up and pulled Bula closer to her.
She wanted to feel her body on top of hers.
She gasped at the feeling of Bula’s breasts resting on hers.
She rubbed her body against hers and relished the feeling of Bula’s warm form nestled on her.
Bula broke the kiss and reached down to Orlena’s leg. She lifted it and laid it on her chest. She placed small kisses on her calf. She proceeded to straddle Orlena so their most intimate places rested on each other.
Orlena snaked her arm between them and found Bula’s swollen clit. It was large and protruded proudly. Orlena gripped it and tugged on it, drawing a growl from Bula.
“Kraz, little one. Harder. Pull on me harder,” Bula rasped.
Her hips thrust forward as Orlena did what her lover had commanded. Bula’s cunt was drenched and soaked just as much as hers. Bula slammed her pussy down on Orlena’s with a growl.
Orlena slipped her hand from between them and held on to Bula’s waist. She moaned and gasped; Bula thrust against her.
Their slick centers molded to one another.
Orlena’s attention was on Bula’s plump mounds.
Each movement, every thrust caused them to sway.
Orlena ached to take them in her mouth. She gripped Bula’s hips and continued to move.
“Feck, Orlena,” Bula growled. She bent her head down, keeping Orlena’s leg propped up on her arm.
She was wide open for the orc and loved how they fit together.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” Bula admitted.
“I want you, too,” Orlena gasped.
She sucked in a deep breath, and a shudder rippled through Bula. Her eyes darkened; her hips quickened. Even through the intense passion that surrounded them, Orlena was amazed at how delicately Bula still treated her.
She was massive in comparison to Orlena.
She could easily hurt her, but she was always gentle.
Bula covered her mouth with hers. Nothing else mattered beyond the two of them. Orlena didn’t want to think about the world, her job, the contract, or the fact that one day Bula would be leaving her.
Bula tore her lips from Orlena’s, and what she saw in her orc’s eyes took what little breath she had away. There in those amber eyes, Orlena felt seen.
She felt needed.
Desired.
As if nothing else mattered to Bula but her.
It scared her that she wanted all of that, but she wouldn’t be able to have it. How unlucky could she be that the one person who she wanted more than life itself—she couldn’t have.
Tears came to hers eyes. She closed them and willed them not to fall.
“Little one…mine…” Bula said.
She buried her face in the crook of Orlena’s neck. Their bodies moved as one as they writhed against each other. Bula’s lips pressed on her neck. Her tusks scraped it but didn’t draw blood. Orlena tilted her head, offering Bula better access.
Her breaths were coming faster. She could feel the signs of her next orgasm coming for her. Orlena cried out and wrapped her arms around Bula’s neck and held on for the ride.
“Please…” she gasped. She wanted to reach the stars again, but this time she wanted Bula to come with her.
Bula’s thick tongue trailed over her skin. Her large hand gripped Orlena’s hips harder; she held Orlena’s other leg to keep her wide open.
Her body shivered uncontrollably. Her cries filled the air along with Bula’s grunts and moans.
Bula’s heavy weight pinned her to the bed just as they reached their pinnacle together.
Orlena’s body arched, waves of her orgasm flooding her.
The sound of Bula’s growl vibrated through her body when she came.
The sound of ripping fabric was in the distance, but Orlena didn’t care.
She floated down from the stars and couldn’t form a single word. She just held on to Bula. They became a tangle of limbs. She was lost in the dreams and desires that included this woman.
But would any of it mean anything past tonight?
Bula had claimed she was hers, but how could that be? Orlena was stuck here for another five solars, and Bula, well, she was from everywhere but nowhere.
Eventually, she would tire of Soza.
And then she would leave.
Nothing else had broken Orlena, but the thought of losing her, that would certainly do it.
Bula rolled them over and tucked Orlena against her side. The orc was too large for her small bed. Her feet hung off the edge of the mattress, but she didn’t complain. Orlena pressed herself to her warm body and prayed that morning would never come.
She drifted off to sleep with the warm arms of her lover around her.