Chapter 021 All of You
His words hung in the air between us, heavy with promise. "Cassidy..."
"All of you," I whispered again, my eyes locked on his. The firelight flickered across his green skin, casting shadows that made his tusks gleam softly. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the solid wall of his chest pressing just close enough to make my pulse race.
Thokk's gaze darkened, searching mine for any hint of doubt. There was none. Not anymore. I'd spent years building walls, scanning every room for exits, every face for threats. But here, on his sofa in the living room of his home—the place that had started to feel like mine too—I felt only certainty. He was safety. He was home.
Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine with a tenderness that belied his size. The kiss started gentle, his mouth warm and careful, tusks grazing my cheek in a way that sent a thrill straight through me. I sighed into it, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle bunch under my fingers. He was so much bigger than me, his frame dwarfing mine, but he kissed like I was fragile porcelain he was afraid to break.
I arched up against him, pressing my body closer, needing more. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, thick and coarse, pulling him down. Heat pooled low in my belly, every nerve lighting up where we touched.
He eased back slightly, his breath ragged. "Cassidy, we don't have to—"
"No," I whispered, gripping his shoulders tighter. "Don't stop." My voice came out fierce, determined. "I want this. I want you. All of you."
The words ignited something in him. His hands spanned my waist, lifting me effortlessly as the kiss deepened, turning hungry. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of crushoon spice and him—pine and leather, earthy and warm. I melted against him, legs parting instinctively to straddle his lap, feeling the hard length of him through his pants pressing against me. God, he was huge. The thought should have scared me, but it only made me want him more.
We broke apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were nearly black with desire, but he held back, always checking. "Your room?" he murmured, voice rough.
I nodded, heart pounding. In a blur of motion, he stood, scooping me up like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom—our bedroom now, in this unspoken way. The door clicked shut behind us, and he lowered me onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he followed me down.
The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting a soft glow over the neat stacks of books on his nightstand, the precisely folded quilt. Everything about Thokk was ordered, controlled. But not tonight. Not with me.
He knelt between my legs, hands sliding under my shirt, palms rough against my skin. "Tell me if it's too much," he said, voice low and serious.
I shook my head, sitting up to yank my shirt over my head. "I trust you." The words felt like a vow. He unhooked my bra with careful fingers, tossing it aside, then his mouth was on me—lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently while his tongue swirled. Pleasure shot through me, sharp and sweet. I gasped, arching into him, my hands fisting the sheets.
He lavished attention on my breasts, alternating sides, tusks a faint, thrilling scrape against my skin. Lower still, his hands worked my pants open, sliding them down my legs along with my underwear. Naked now, exposed, but I didn't feel vulnerable. Not with him watching me like I was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
Thokk stripped off his own shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his green chest, muscles rippling under skin marked with faint scars from some orc life I could only imagine. He shucked his pants, and I couldn't look away. His cock sprang free, thick and long, veins prominent along the shaft. But what drew my eye were the coorails—smooth, flexible strands spiraling around it in a pattern, dotted with small, bead-like appendages that seemed to shift subtly, almost pulsing.
"Coorails," he said, noticing my stare. His voice was husky, a hint of self-consciousness there.
"They're beautiful," I breathed, reaching out to trace one lightly. It flexed under my touch, warm and alive. Fascination mixed with desire, making my core clench.
He groaned at the contact, climbing back onto the bed. "Natural to orcs. They... enhance pleasure." His hands parted my thighs, settling between them. His mouth found me next, tongue lapping broad strokes over my folds. I cried out, hips bucking. He held me steady, methodical as always, circling my clit with precise flicks while one thick finger pressed inside.
The stretch was immediate, a burn that bordered on too much, but his tongue soothed it, building the pressure higher. He added a second finger, scissoring gently, then a third, stretching me further. I was soaked, moaning his name, gripping the sheets as he worked me toward the edge. Four fingers now, curling just right, his mouth relentless on my clit. Orgasm built fast, coiling tight, but he pulled back before I tipped over, kissing up my body.
"You won't hurt me," I said, meeting his eyes. "I know that in my bones, Thokk. You're the first person I've trusted completely in longer than I can remember."
His expression softened, raw emotion flashing there. "Cassidy..." He reached for a pillow, sliding it under my hips to lift me. "On your belly. It'll be easier."
I rolled over eagerly, knees spreading, ass raised. Vulnerable position, but with him? Perfect. He positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. Slick from his mouth and my arousal, but still—he was massive.
"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, beginning to push forward.
The initial breach burned, a deep stretch that made me gasp, fingers digging into the mattress. Inch by inch, he filled me, the coorails dragging along my walls, those beads pressing in a rippling pattern. Then they started to vibrate—subtle at first, then stronger, sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.
"Oh god," I moaned, pushing back. The burn faded into fullness, overwhelming and perfect. He bottomed out, hips flush against my ass, and paused, one hand stroking my back.
"You okay?"
"More than." I wiggled, clenching around him. The vibration intensified, those strands massaging every sensitive spot, hitting places I didn't know I had.
He started moving, slow thrusts that built rhythm. Slapping skin filled the room, his hand sliding around to circle my clit. "Faster," I cried out, pushing back against him. "Harder, Thokk, please."
He obliged, pace quickening, thrusts deepening to that sweet edge of pain-pleasure. The coorails thrummed against my g-spot, beads pulsing in sync with his hips. It was too much, too good—ecstasy building like a storm. My body trembled, walls fluttering, then I shattered, orgasm crashing over me in waves, clenching hard around him.
Thokk growled low, thrusts erratic now, and he followed, pulsing deep inside, heat flooding me as he came.
We collapsed together, him still buried in me, rolling us to spoon on our sides. His arm draped over my waist, pulling me close, chest to my back. Warm, safe, enveloped in his scent—pine, leather, sex. He traced lazy patterns on my skin, fingers gentle.
"Cassidy," he murmured against my hair, voice thick with something dangerously close to adoration. "I'll always be yours, Cassidy."
I wanted to say it back, to promise forever. But the future loomed, dark and inevitable. Blainsworth's men wouldn't stop. No matter how this case ended, I'd have to vanish—new name, new town, new life. Far from Dusty Gulch. Far from him.
A tear slipped down my cheek, soaking the pillow. I didn't brush it away. For now, just this. His warmth. His steady heartbeat against my spine. Safety, profound and real.
But tomorrow? I'd grieve it all over again.