Chapter 6 Ella #2
Every inch of him stretches me wide, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl and my cunt clench around him involuntarily. “You feel perfect around my cock, little mate,” he rasps, his breath hot and ragged against my ear, his lips brushing my skin like a promise of more sin.
His hands, rough and callused, grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls back slowly, dragging his cock out of my slick, pulsing pussy until just the tip remains.
I whine, desperate for him to be buried inside me again, but he’s a fucking tease, letting me dangle on the edge of need for a torturous moment before slamming back in with a brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice dripping with dominance, and I can only nod, my voice stolen by the sheer intensity of it all.
His length rubs against every sensitive spot inside me, his girth stretching me until I feel like I’m being split open, and yet I crave more.
I arch my back, pressing my hips up, silently begging for him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts out as his thrusts grow frantic.
“Yours,” I gasp, my voice breaking as he pounds into me again, his cock plunging deep, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“All yours.” My words cut off as he slams into me again, his pace relentless, his hips pistoning against mine with a rhythm that’s so perfect that I can feel myself unraveling already.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his voice low and feral. “Mine.”
I can’t even form words anymore, just incoherent moans and whimpers as he fucks me harder.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the room.
My nipples brush against his muscular chest with every thrust, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I can feel the coil of tension in my belly tighten, ready to snap.
“Don’t come yet,” he growls, his grip on my hair tightening as he feels me clenching around him, teetering on the edge. “We finish together.”
And just like that, he slows his pace, teasing us both as he pulls almost all the way out, leaving me empty and aching, before thrusting back in with a brutal, punishing rhythm that has me screaming his name.
He starts to move oh so slowly. His deep strokes have me seeing stars. His tusks graze my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he leans over me.
“You’re mine now,” he snarls, slowly rolling his hips and making sure to drag his cock against that sensitive spot deep in my pussy. “Forever.”
Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest. He leans down and takes my nipple between his lips, sucking hard, and I nearly lose my mind.
His hips start to move, slow at first, then faster. He pounds into me like he’s trying to put his mark inside my bones. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he slams home, and I shatter, screaming his name. He roars my name in reply, and we come together, with magic exploding all around us.
Holy hell. I’m not prepared for this. One second, I’m shuddering, shaking apart under Oren, and the next, a tidal wave of heat rips through my chest. It’s not normal heat, either.
It’s like somebody poured molten metal straight into my heart.
I scream, but it’s not pain—it’s too much, too intense, like every cell in my body is waking up all at once.
Oren roars my name as his thick cock pulses inside me.
At the exact same moment, the burning flares impossibly bright right above my left breast. I glance down and nearly choke.
There, glowing through my skin, is a black mark—a battle axe and a heart, tangled together, seared into my chest. The Arch clan symbol.
It sizzles in gold and red, hot enough to make me gasp.
I wake up a few hours later to find a furnace holding me prisoner against the wall of his chest. He’s breathing slow and deep, but there’s nothing relaxed about him.
His cock is wedged right between my ass cheeks, hard as stone, and just knowing he’s ready to go again makes my inner core clench in anticipation.
I wiggle a little, which only grinds him deeper into me, and holy hell, the heat that flares through my body is insane.
I let myself go boneless in his grip, just enjoying how safe and wanted I feel in his arms. He buries his nose in my hair and nuzzles my neck, making this low, satisfied rumble that vibrates all the way down my spine.
Bossy Orc is already awake, already hungry for me.
And honestly? I want every single inch of him.
He spins me around and covers my lips with his. I grind against him, desperate and slick, and he bucks his hips in response. I feel the length of him, impossibly hard, between my thighs. The heat of him pulses against my skin, and I gasp into his mouth.
“My turn for a taste,” I say, and roll him onto his back. He’s panting, barely restrained, but when I slide down his body and take him in my hand, he nearly comes off the bed.
His cock is heavy and thick in my hand, like it’s carved from marble and forged in fire. The veins pulse under my fingertips, hot and demanding, and I can feel every inch of him twitch as I stroke him slowly, savoring the way his body tenses. His hips jerk, and his groan rumbles deep in his chest.
“Ella,” he growls, his voice rough and strained, “my mate.”
I smirk around him and lean in to swirl my tongue around the swollen, leaking tip. His salty, perfect taste floods my mouth, and I suck him deeper, feeling the way his cock throbs against my tongue. His hands fist in the sheets, the fabric tearing under his grip.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his thighs trembling as I take him deeper, my throat opening for him like I was fucking born for this.
My cheeks hollow as I suck him harder, my hand working the base of his cock in rhythm with my mouth.
The sounds he’s making are filthy guttural moans and choked Orcish curses that send heat spiraling straight to my core.
“If you keep that up,” he snarls, his voice barely human anymore, “I’m going to lose my mind.”
I don’t stop. I won’t stop. I pull back just enough to drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing every ridge and vein like I’m memorizing him, and then take him deep again, my throat clenching around him.
His hips buck, his cock slamming into the back of my throat, and I can feel him fighting to hold back, his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
“Fucking—Ella—I can’t—” His words are shattered, broken by the filthy noises I’m pulling from him. His hands are in my hair now, tugging at the roots, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him groan even louder.
I pull back just enough to look up at him, his wild eyes locked on mine, and smirk. “What’s wrong, big guy? Can’t handle it?”
I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue around the tip, and he loses the thread of his own sentence. His thighs shake. I go slow, savoring every reaction, and when I look up at him from under my lashes, his eyes are glazed and wild.
He pulls me up, not rough, just insistent. “I need you,” he says, and the words go straight to my core.
I climb into his lap, and he positions himself at my entrance. He goes slow, so fucking slow, pressing in inch by inch. I stretch around him, a sweet burn, and when he bottoms out, we both freeze.
I’m so full, so stretched, it feels impossible. But also perfect.
“Okay?” he asks, voice raw.
“So good,” I say, rolling my hips experimentally.
He holds my waist, guiding my movements, and we find a rhythm together. The feeling is overwhelming. Each thrust sends sparks up my spine, and every time he bottoms out, I see stars. Our bodies move as one, sweat slicking the points where we touch, the air thick with our scent.
He keeps checking my eyes, my mouth, making sure I’m still okay. I ride him harder, faster, until the pressure builds again.
“Close,” I gasp.
He thrusts up into me, and I come hard, clenching around him. The sensation triggers something in him, and he roars, pulling me down, burying himself deep. He pulses inside me, and for a moment, everything else vanishes.
There’s a flash of heat and light. I look down and see that my mate mark is glowing faintly gold. There’s a tingling, like every nerve ending has lit up. “Is it going to do this every time?” I mumble as I fall across his body.
He’s still inside me, and he lifts a hand to trace the mark. “It’s a little reminder of our eternal bond,” he says, wonder in his voice.