Chapter 7 #2
“Let me get you there, Stevie. Let me make this cunt come so hard that I smell you every time I get in my truck. Soak my fucking face so I can taste you tomorrow.” I licked my right tusk as I continued the same pace, rubbing inside her while leaning forward to nip at her.
She writhed against me, riding my mouth as I slowly found what made her scream.
“That’s it,” I said, circling the same spot with slightly more pressure. “Scream for me, peaches. Come for me now. Right now.”
I felt her pussy tighten around my finger in a death grip before pulling it out and sliding my tongue in its place to lick up the rest of her orgasm. I lapped at everything she gave me, savoring her little noises as she came down from the high.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, loosening her grip on my hair.
I pulled away, licking at my lips and tusks like a fiend to get every drop of her in my mouth. My teeth were throbbing, vibrating with the need to bite her.
Claim.
Mate.
Mine.
Bite.
Bite.
BITE.
I snarled, turning away to calm my frenzied orc brain.
Unaware of my internal struggle Stevie spoke. “I, I don’t…Thrakh, I’ve never felt like—”
“Shh.” I tried to calm the urges coursing through me by focusing on my breath.
I turned back toward her beautiful, sated body and busied myself by pulling her dress back down to cover her center.
I had to get home and scour the old journals I’d collected during my orc lore lessons as a teen.
I hadn’t anticipated the overwhelming need to bite and claim my mate would happen so soon and it terrified me.
For her, and for me. Orcs weren’t pleasant when we didn’t fulfill our basic needs.
It’s why I spent so much time at the gym and out on the field.
I needed the outdoors. I needed the physical strain on my body to quiet my mind.
And now my body, mind, and entire spirit were working together, demanding I bite and claim Stevie before she had a chance to mate another.
Which was terrifying, because the trust Stevie showed me tonight was fragile and new. I couldn’t risk ruining this entire courtship before it got a chance to even begin. I couldn’t risk giving into the haze of mating and maybe biting Stevie without her consent, binding her to me forever.
I snarled at the thought, that I would ever lose control like that.
But I also knew, as the image of Stevie taking my knot like she was made for it flashed in my mind, that if I took her home tonight, there was a good chance I’d never let her go.
Which was impossible.
Stevie had a whole life outside of me, and even though I’d for sure be inserting myself into that life real quick, tonight wasn’t it.
This is a first date, Thrakh. Cool it way the fuck down.
“I’m going to take you home now,” I blurted.
Panic. I was panicking.
She laughed like I was joking.
I, unfortunately for both of us, was not.
Stevie sobered when she realized I was serious and sat up, looking me in the eyes. “Are you sure? I want to…you know. Return the favor?” The breath left my lungs as she reached her perfect hand forward and cupped the front of my pants, squeezing lightly on my already hard and throbbing dick.
She looked as turned on as I felt. I hated myself even more knowing she was putting herself out there with her offer. I covered her hand in mine, savoring the touch before the still-sane part of my brain took back over. I couldn’t risk her safety.
“I’m sure, Stevie. I want. Trust and believe that I want nothing more than to see all we’d get up to if I had you sprawled out on my bed and at my mercy, but I also know you have responsibilities. I won’t be the reason you don’t take care of them.”
Blaming her? Good job, dickweed.
“I mean I, not you, I—I have responsibilities. I have to get up early for practice.”
I did not.
Now you’re lying to your mate. Good job, buddy.
Stevie looked like she couldn’t believe what I was saying. I wasn’t sure even I believed myself. But I did know I’d cross a line that’d be hard to come back from if she came back to my place.
Tonight was about our first date, meeting each other, and tasting her cunt for the first time. It was not about getting her to bed and biting her accidentally before letting her decide on me. I kissed her open palm, leaned forward to strap her seatbelt back on, and then closed her door.
The ride back to the Carew House was quiet. I wasn’t sure if it was a contented silence, or one that had her overthinking. Probably the latter.
Hell, I was overthinking. My pulse was speeding up each second, keeping up with the insistent thrumming of need in my teeth to bite and claim.
I put the truck in park and went to walk her to the door, but she stopped me, leaned over and kissed my cheek. Her smile didn’t meet her eyes. My heart broke a little as she reached for the door.
“Wait!”
The same hand that gripped at my hair only moments earlier hovered above the handle.
“I have a gift for you. It’s, uh.” My face heated with embarrassment, but my need to give her something on our first date overrode any sense of pride I had left.
“It’s an orc thing. Candle. It’s an orc-made candle.
I made it. It’s, uh, you know, one of those candles you light and can use the melted part as a lotion or massage oil. I…I hope you enjoy it?”
I was second-guessing everything and making a fool of myself. Stevie stared at the glass jar like it offended her, then looked back at me, blinking like she was about to say something. Instead, she grabbed the candle, opened the truck door, slammed it shut, and rushed toward her home.
I stared after her and watched as she let herself inside, feeling like I’d fucked up in a way that’d be hard to come back from, even though the taste of my mate still coated my tongue.
I dialed the only person I knew who’d still be up and willing to put up with my pathetic ass.
“Aren’t you supposed to be—”
“Beer?” I interrupted Lyle before he could finish.
“Sure thing,” he sighed like he was already disappointed. “Garage is open.”