Chapter 12 #2
Nargol lowered her head so her nose brushed Orlena’s clit. She inhaled deeply, needing to take in her scent. It was something that she would only describe as Orlena. Nargol was careful not to let her tusks brush her skin. She would rather rip them off than allow them to harm her.
She flicked her tongue over Orlena’s bud which elicited a deep moan that vibrated through Orlena.
“Bula,” Orlena moaned.
Her fingers entwined in Nargol’s hair once again. She kept her thighs wide for Nargol. That sent a pleasing note through Nargol. Her mate wanted her to consume her.
Nargol kept her face down so Orlena wouldn’t see her scowl.
Instead, she set out to get her first taste of the night.
She traced the length of Orlena’s slit. Her taste exploded on Nargol’s tongue.
She lapped at Orlena’s core, unable to resist gathering as much of her honey as she could.
She tried to keep the pace slow, wanting her to experience true ecstasy.
Orlena shivered underneath her touch. Her sighs, moans, and groans filled the air. Nargol wanted them louder. She wanted everyone to know that it was her pleasuring her beautiful human.
Nargol zeroed in on Orlena’s clit which had a cry piercing the air.
Orlena’s hips undulated from the bed as she tried to meet Nargol’s mouth.
Nargol grasped Orlena’s ample bottom while she feasted.
She teased the sensitive nub with her tongue, suckling it deep into her mouth.
Orlena’s grip on Nargol’s hair was tight, and the pain was nothing compared to what she had felt being away from her.
If anything, she welcomed it.
Feeling the pain from her mate pulling her hair let her know that this was not a dream, that she was truly here where she belonged.
Orlena’s hips bucked upward again. She thrust against Nargol’s face. She welcomed the movements. A deep, satisfying groan rumbled out of Nargol. She loved the sounds that came from Orlena, and to see her writhing on the bed underneath her gave her a clear sense of satisfaction.
She thrust two fingers back into Orlena’s tight channel and focused on her clit.
Orlena was shaking and almost sobbing as Nargol took her higher.
Nargol increased the pressure on Orlena’s clit.
Orlena’s scream pierced the air, and she reached her climax.
Her back arched off the bed, but Nargol pushed her back down.
Her small hands shot out and gripped the blanket beneath her.
“Bula!”
Nargol snarled at the sound of the name, but she didn’t stop. She dragged her tongue through the drenched folds.
She wasn’t done with her mate.
Not yet.
Not ever.
Nargol was determined to show Orlena how much she had missed her. She pounded her fingers into Orlena’s pussy. She wanted to her reach another climax. Orlena writhed, the words that spilled from her lips incoherent, and if she wasn’t mistaken, a different language.
It didn’t take long before Orlena was screaming through her next orgasm. Pride filled Nargol at the way Orlena’s body shook and jerked. Orlena lay spread out, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Nargol’s hand and face were slick from the amount of release that had slipped from Orlena. She withdrew her fingers and eyed her as she lay there trying to catch her breath. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman Nargol had ever seen.
And she was hers.
Her mate’s body was meant to be loved and cherished.
Nargol didn’t want to waste a drop of it.
She lowered her head and spread Orlena’s legs wide to allow her to lick every part of Orlena’s center to ensure she had cleaned her properly.
A weak protest rumbled from Orlena’s lips, but the woman couldn’t even open her eyes and barely lift a hand.
Nargol smiled and climbed up the bed and rested on her side. She pulled Orlena to her and covered them with the blanket. It was a snug fit, but Nargol wouldn’t have it any other way. Orlena sighed and rested her head against Nargol’s chest, her breathing now slow and even.
Nargol stroked her hair and listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Peace settled over her in a way it never had before. Here, in this tiny home, she felt more anchored than she ever had in the grand halls of her family’s stronghold.
“I will not leave without you again,” Nargol said quietly.
Orlena shifted to meet Nargol’s gaze. Uncertainty flickered in her gaze along with hope.
“You mean…when you leave Soza?” she asked.
“When I leave this place, you will come with me,” Nargol said. This time her voice was firm. She brushed a few of the strands that peeked underneath Orlena’s silk hair covering. The promise felt enormous even to Nargol, but it was one she was going to keep. She never made promises she broke.
She could not imagine her life without her mate in it.
Orlena searched her face as if weighing the truth of her words. Slowly, a smile bloomed.
“I would like that,” she whispered.
Nargol bent to kiss her again to seal the promise.
This kiss was sweet and filled with every emotion that resided in Nargol that she couldn’t express.
Arousal and desire plagued her body, but she ignored it.
Tonight was all about Orlena. Her need to take care of her mate far exceeded her desires and wants.
She pulled back and pressed a chaste kiss to Orlena’s lips.
“Rest now, doakir,” Nargol murmured.
Dawn would soon be here, where she was sure danger awaited.
Bula had come back to her.
A soft smile graced Orlena’s lips. She didn’t want to move from where she was. The steady rise and fall beneath her cheek and the firm arm draped protectively around her waist had her body humming with happiness.
She nestled closer and listened to the strong rhythm of Bula’s heartbeat. It was reassuring that everything would be okay. All of the fears she’d carried with her this week slowly eased away.
She felt the connection between her and Bula. It was like an invisible thread that held them tethered together. It had been there from the moment they’d met.
We have to be mates.
Her heart fluttered with the thought. If there was ever a question about whether or not they were, she had her answer. Bula had come back for her. She had never imagined such a thing would happen to her. She had lived a small, ordinary life that most humans lived in Soza.
But Bula had returned to her. Orlena didn’t know where Bula had gone or what she had been through. The look in her orc’s eyes when she’d opened the door had taken her breath away. The woman had been tired, and it seemed she’d traveled long and far to get to her.
And now she was promising not to leave without her. Bula was a woman of her word. Orlena felt it deep in her bones. She would never lie to her. She was sure Bula would tell her where’d she’d gone and what she had to do when she was ready. She wasn’t going to push her.
What would it be like to leave Soza? For good?
To walk beyond the boundaries of the only place she’d ever really known?
She envisioned wide roads winding through beautiful landscapes, bustling markets in distant cities, mountains that were so high they scraped the sky.
Her smile grew wider as she thought that she would be by Bula’s side while she got to experience things she’d only ever heard about in stories.
Freedom was almost hers.
Bula’s hand trailed lazily up her back. It sent a pleasant shiver through her. Orlena’s core clenched with need. She didn’t want to appear to be greedy, but the orgasms that Bula had given her had certainly sent her to the stars.
Now that her orc had returned to her, she refused to allow Bula to go. She didn’t know where Bula was staying while in Soza, but she was welcome to come live with her until they left.
“I will go and speak with your boss soon,” Bula murmured.
Orlena’s eyes flew open. She sat up so abruptly the blankets tangled around her legs.
“Oh my!” she gasped.
Bula’s arms tightened around her and steadied her. “What’s—”
“I forgot—I have it.” Orlena scrambled from the bed. Her heart pounded for an entirely new reason now. How could she have forgotten? The parchment had consumed her thoughts ever since she had taken it, yet the moment she’d seen Bula standing in her doorway, everything else had vanished.
She knelt beside the loose floorboard. Her fingers shook, but she pried it up and reached into the hollow beneath it. The parchment was still there hidden. Relief washed over her.
She put the floorboard back in place then stood. She climbed back into bed with Bula. The candlelight flickered across Bula’s face as she presented the contract to her. A mixture of pride and nervousness filled her.
“I, um, took it. From his desk,” she admitted. “I needed to know what it said.”
For a heartbeat, Bula stared at her. Her expression went from shock to something fierce.
“You stole this from Yambul?” she asked.
Orlena braced for anger. Instead, Bula’s lips lifted into a sharp, approving smile. She shook her head and blew out a deep breath.
“That was brave—dangerous but brave,” Bula said quietly.
Warmth filled Orlena’s chest at the praise from Bula. She watched her unfold the paper and read. The air seemed to change immediately. The softness drained from Bula’s expression, replaced with cold fury. Her jaw tightened, then a curse slipped from her lips.
Orlena’s stomach dropped.
Something was wrong.
Bula swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, the muscles in her back rigid. The parchment crinkled in her hand.
“That lying bastard.”
The venom in Bula’s voice had Orlena flinching. She had never seen Bula like this. There was something wild in her anger, something dangerous.
“What does it say?” Orlena tucked her legs beneath her. She swallowed hard, unsure if she truly wanted to hear what was written on the paper.
Bula remained silent and scanned the document again.