Chapter 21
Riley
Dungar studied my face for a long moment before nodding.
He kissed me again, his weight pressing me into the sofa cushions, a delicious heaviness. His lips moved against mine with surprising gentleness for someone so powerful. The contrast between his big frame and his tender touch made my heart flutter against my ribs like a captive bird.
I ran my fingers through his dark hair, enjoying its silky texture. Everything about him fascinated me, from his warmth to his scent of pine and leather, to the slight roughness of his skin against mine. I arched up against him, wanting to eliminate any space between us.
The brush of his tusks against my cheek sent a thrill through me. I’d never imagined finding such features attractive, but on Dungar, they were perfect. Part of the whole magnificent package.
He pulled back, studying my face, and his expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. He began to ease his weight off me.
“No,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
His brow furrowed. “Riley—”
“I want this.” I tightened my grip, savoring the feel of his solid muscles beneath my fingers. “I want you. All of you.”
He went still, his eyes searching mine. “Are you certain?”
I nodded, knowing I was crossing a line I couldn’t uncross. I’d spent years building walls, keeping people at a safe distance. But Dungar had slipped past every defense.
“I know this might make everything harder,” I said, my voice low. “But I want everything with you, even if it’s all I ever get to have.”
His expression softened, eyes darkening with emotion. For a long moment, he simply looked at me. “I’ll always be yours, Riley.”
Rising from the sofa, he scooped me up. I looped my arms around his neck, feeling safer than I had in my life. He carried me down the hallway and gently laid me on the bed, the mattress giving beneath my weight. Straightening, he looked down at me with an intensity that stole my breath.
“I want to see you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers across my skin.
He reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. My mouth went dry as he revealed his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every inch of him covered in defined muscle covered with smooth, medium-green skin.
I’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not with the knowledge that he was undressing for me, that those powerful hands would soon be stroking my skin.
His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. He removed and folded his pants neatly before setting them aside, leaving him wearing a simple loincloth. His cock pressed against the front, and my pulse quickened as I took in the size of him.
When he removed his final piece of clothing, I couldn’t hold back the small gasp that escaped my lips.
His cock pressed against his abdomen, long and thick, with veins snaking across the emerald-green shaft.
Nestled between the flared base and the bulbous tip were a series of adornments, smooth, flexible strands that jutted out in a spiraling pattern around his cock.
Each held a small round bead-like appendage that vibrated slightly.
“Coorails,” he said, noticing my fascination. “Natural to orcs.”
“They’re beautiful,” I breathed, unable to look away.
He sat beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “They enhance pleasure. Each bead quivers when I’m fully aroused.”
“I can see that.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll go slow. Be careful.” His expression grew serious. “You’re so small compared to me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I ran my fingers along the strong line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble against my fingertips. “You won’t hurt me. I know that in my bones, Dungar. You’re the first person I’ve trusted completely in longer than I can remember.”
Surprise, wonder, and gratitude flashed in his eyes. He caught my hand, turning it to kiss my palm.
“Let me see you,” he whispered against my skin.
I sat up, and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting it, his movements careful and slow. When the fabric cleared my head, his breath caught.
“Beautiful,” he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra. “So beautiful.”
He unhooked it with surprising dexterity, sliding the straps down my arms. Cool air pebbled my nipples, but his heated gaze warmed my skin. He leaned down, pressing his lips to my collarbone, then trailing kisses down to the curve of my breast.
When his mouth closed around my nipple, I arched into him, gasping. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His hand cupped my other breast, his thumb brushing across the nipple in a matching rhythm.
“Dungar,” I sighed, stroking his shoulders.
He smiled against my skin before continuing his exploration, kissing down my stomach as he unbuttoned my jeans. He tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them. Then he sat back, drinking in the sight of me fully naked.
I felt powerful. Desired. He looked at me like I was the most treasured thing he’d ever seen, and that made me feel invincible.
“You’re perfect,” he said, voice rough with emotion.
His large hands spanned my waist, his fingers stroking over my hipbones, before laying me back on the bed and spreading my legs.
He leaned down again, kissing across my belly and each of my thighs, before shouldering his way between them.
He worked his way up with maddening slowness.
My breath caught as his mouth hovered over my center, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh.
The first touch of his tongue sent heat shooting through me.
I gripped the sheets, a moan escaping my lips as he explored me thoroughly.
Each stroke, each circle of his tongue was placed for maximum effect.
He learned my body with the same methodical care he applied to everything, noting each gasp and shudder, adjusting his technique until he found exactly what made me tremble.
When he slid one large finger inside me, I nearly came undone. The careful stretch, the gentle probing combined with his mouth on my clit sent me racing toward the edge. He added a second finger, working me open with infinite patience.
“Dungar, please,” I gasped, teetering on the brink. “I need you.”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire before inserting a third finger inside me. A fourth. Stretching me to accommodate his cock. The languid pumping combined with the heat of his tongue on my clit nearly sent me soaring through the roof.
With a final kiss to my inner thigh, he moved up my body, then gently rolled me onto my belly.
“This angle will be easier,” he said, his fingers stroking my hips. “More comfortable for you.”
He lifted my hips, placing a pillow beneath them. His hands stroked down my back, over my buttocks, soothing and arousing at once. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I pushed back, spreading my legs wider, eager to feel him moving inside.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, beginning to push forward.
The initial stretch burned, my body resisting his considerable size. He paused, giving me time to adjust, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back, the other teasing across my clit. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his way inside me.
When the first of his coorails slipped past my entrance, I gasped at the new sensation.
The small beads vibrated against my sensitive tissue, creating pleasure points I’d never experienced before.
By the time he was fully seated within me, I was trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness and the unique sensations of his orc anatomy.
“Are you alright?” His voice came out strained, the effort of holding back clear in his tone.
“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes. You feel incredible.”
He began to move, setting a slow pace that allowed me to feel every ridge, every vibrating bead as it quivered against my inner walls.
Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward from my core.
His size, which had initially been a challenge, now felt perfect.
He filled me completely, touching places inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
The coorails created a rippling sensation with each stroke, their vibrations stimulating nerve endings I hadn’t known existed. Combined with the occasional brush against my g-spot, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
His hand slid beneath me, finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much. Heat built low in my belly, tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Faster,” I cried out, pushing back against him. “Harder, Dungar, please.”
He stilled, his body going rigid above me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to—”
“I’m sure. I need more. I need all of you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he began moving again, his pace increasing. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet room. Groaning, his fingers tightened on my hip, holding me steady as he drove into me.
The change in angle sent him even deeper, and I cried out as pleasure bordered on sweet pain. His coorails hit every sensitive spot inside me, their vibrations intensifying as his arousal peaked. The coiling tension inside me wound tighter and tighter until I thought I was going to shatter from it.
“Riley,” he growled, his rhythm faltering. “You feel so good.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my inner muscles clenching around his length as wave after wave of bliss washed over me. I called his name, the sound half-sob, half-prayer.
He followed me moments later, his powerful body shuddering as he found his release. I felt the hot pulse of him inside me, his cock throbbing against my sensitized walls, prolonging my pleasure.
We remained in place for a few moments before he carefully lowered himself onto the bed, taking me with him, still buried deep inside. His arm wrapped around my waist, drawing me back against his chest, and my body curled perfectly into his larger frame.
“Riley,” he said against my hair, his voice filled with something that sounded dangerously close to adoration. He traced idle patterns on my skin.
I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of him against me, the feeling of being completely enveloped by his strength. For the first time in years, I felt truly safe. Truly at peace.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, rolling silently down my cheek to dampen the pillow beneath me. I didn’t brush it away, didn’t want him to know it had fallen. Because even in this moment of perfect contentment, reality waited outside.
I’d have to leave him. No matter how this case resolved, they’d never stop hunting me. Eventually, I’d have to disappear again. Start over somewhere new, somewhere far from Lonesome Creek and the orc who had become the center of my world.
And when that day came, it was going to break me in ways I wasn’t sure I could survive.