Chapter 9
Oren
I slam the door shut, my chest heaving like I’ve just run a marathon through hell. My shirt clings to my sweat-drenched torso like a second skin. I must look like I've been through the wringer. My hair sticks out in sweaty clumps while my jaw locks so tight my teeth might crack.
And then I see her.
Ella.
Sitting there on the fucking sofa like she owns the goddamn world.
Naked. Not a stitch of clothing, not a scrap of modesty.
Her skin’s glowing under the dim light of the room, smooth and golden like honey poured over silk.
She spreads her thighs wide, and my mouth waters for a taste of her sweet pussy.
Her perfect tits are full, round, and tipped with nipples so hard they could cut glass. My eyes move down to the neatly trimmed patch of russet curls that looks so wet, so ready, I can practically smell her from here.
She smirks at me, one eyebrow arched like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Took you long enough,” she purrs, her voice low and dripping with teasing.
I don’t say a fucking word. I don’t need to. In three goddamn strides, I move across the room, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her off the couch. She yelps, but it’s half-laugh, half-moan, her body already melting into my touch.
“Shower,” I growl, my voice rough and thick with need. “I’m too filthy to touch your sweet body.”
“I love you filthy,” she taunts, her lips curling into that fucking smirk again.
“Fucking hell,” I snap, my hand sliding down to grab her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re goddamn perfect.”
She doesn’t argue after that.
I drag her to the bathroom, her bare feet stumbling over the tiled floor, her nipples brushing against my chest as I pull her close.
I turn on the water while Ella tears at my shirt.
Buttons fly everywhere, the fabric ripping as she yanks it off my shoulders.
My belt’s next, the leather snapping free with a sharp crack before she’s dropping to her knees, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of my pants.
“Fuck, Ella,” I groan, my cock already straining against the fabric, throbbing like it’s about to explode.
She doesn’t waste time. She pulls my pants down, my boxers with them, and my cock springs free, hard and thick and oozing pre-cum. Her tongue darts out to lick a slow, teasing stripe up the length of me.
“Fuck me,” I growl, my fingers tangling in her hair as she takes me deeper, her lips wrapping around me like a fucking vice.
Fuck. I fist her hair and fight not to come down her throat like a goddamn animal.
She sucks me hard, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling under the head of my cock, and it’s so good I stagger against the counter to keep from collapsing.
My hips buck, chasing the heat of her mouth, and she takes it, nails digging into my ass to keep me right where she wants me.
The edge hits me like a freight train. I bite out her name, voice rough as gravel, and she just moans around me, swallowing every inch.
The orgasm rips through me. My cock jerks, spilling hot down her throat, and she doesn’t flinch. She swallows every drop, licking me clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time. I growl, the need to claim her boiling over. This woman. My fucking mate.
I haul her up and drag us both into the shower, slamming the glass door shut with so much force it rattles the frame. My mate looks up at me with a cocky little smirk, licking her lips, and my cock twitches in response. Fuck, I want her.
I turn the water on full blast, hot as I can stand it, then shove her against the tile. The steam rises around us. My lips crash onto hers. I taste her, wild and hot, while her nails scrape down my back hard enough to make me hiss.
“Please, fuck me,” she pants, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My hands slide down to squeeze her ass, lifting her so my cock lines up right at her slick entrance. She digs her nails in deeper. My inner beast roars, wanting to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.
“Say it again,” I growl, my teeth nipping at her neck.
“Fuck me, Oren. Please.”
I thrust into her in one brutal stroke, and the sound she makes is fucking primal, a raw, guttural moan that echoes off the tiles. Her nails dig into my skin, her body tightening around me like she’s trying to milk me dry.
I fucking lose it. I pound into her like an Orc possessed, my hips slamming against hers with a ferocity that has her screaming my name.
My mate is sobbing my name while her sharp nails rake down my back. The sweet clench of her pussy nearly finishes me, but I grit my teeth and fuck her harder, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure out of her gorgeous, curvy body.
When she shatters, her orgasm rips through her like a thunderclap. Her whole body locks up, her nails leave marks on my shoulders, and she screams loud enough to rattle the windows. Fuck, it just makes me want her more.
I pound her through the aftershocks, never letting up, loving the way she melts and breaks all over again. Her pussy milks my cock, and I can't get enough. She comes a second time, wild and desperate, and the taste of her surrender pushes me right over the fucking edge.
I bury myself deep and explode inside her, roaring her name as my cock pulses, filling her up.
Our mate marks tingle in synchrony while I hold my mate to the shower wall.
My breath comes in hard pants as her sweet pussy milks every drop out of me, and I don’t move.
I want her to feel me for as long as possible.
We’re both shaking. The tiles are slick with water and sweat, and the steam is so thick I can’t even see straight. But all I care about is Ella. My arms band around her, holding her up while her body trembles through the aftershocks.
Eventually, I force myself to let go. “If we stay in here, I’ll fuck you until we can’t walk,” I warn her, a growl rumbling in my chest. “But we need sustenance first.”
She laughs, voice low and raspy, then plants a kiss on my jaw. “Sounds like a plan,” she says, like she’s reading my damn mind. “Food then fun.”
We towel off. I throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt while she pulls on one of my t-shirts.
She looks fucking perfect in my shirt. The hem hangs long, clinging to her ass, and when she walks, her bare thighs drive my cock wild all over again.
But first, we need food. I grab her by the waist and haul her down the hall, ignoring her startled laugh.
Her scent fills the air, lemon and sunshine and sex, and it takes everything I have not to bend her over the nearest counter and start round three.
Instead, I settle her at the table and pile her plate with enough food to keep her satisfied.
She digs in, watching me between bites like I might pounce at any second.
Smart woman. I devour my own food, barely tasting anything as the memory of her sweet pussy milking my cock runs through my mind on a constant loop.
After, we hit the couch, her curves molding against me as I pull her onto my lap.
I queue up some action flick neither of us will remember tomorrow, but I don't give a damn about the plot. All I care about is how her fiery red hair spills across my chest, how her soft thighs feel draped over mine. She fits perfectly in my arms, warm and pliant, her heartbeat a steady rhythm against my palm. The scent of her skin fills my lungs with every breath. Fuck. I’m one lucky goddamn Orc.