Chapter 17
Moan So Loud The Room Feels Haunted
Thrakh spread my thighs. They fell to the sides effortlessly after the way he made my muscles relax with his oil.
“Brace yourself,” he whispered into my ear, still leaning over me, as if he wanted to be as close to me as possible.
He didn’t wait, pushing his solid length into me immediately.
I gasped at his size. I knew he was big, knew that I was more than ready to take him after all the foreplay, but feeling the delicious stretch and bite of pain that came with it was life altering.
He paused after sheathing himself to the hilt, searching my eyes for discomfort.
“Perfect,” I muttered, fluttering my eyes closed at all the sensations, how the warmth of the sauna kept me cozy, how the coolness of his bedding brought awareness to every exposed bit of skin.
“Perfect,” he agreed before slowly pulling out and pushing back in at a lazy pace.
We enjoyed the simple thrusting, the connection between our bodies he’d denied for too long even if it’d only been a week.
I was wet enough after the massage and sweet words he kissed across my body that he slid in and out of my center with ease.
I felt every stretch and craved more.
Needed more.
“More,” I begged, unable to help myself. “I need more, Thrakh. Please.”
He chucked darkly, quickening his pace slightly. “My mate needs more of this fat, orc cock? You need my seed? You need to be filled up the way only your mate can?” He snarled the last sentence, snapping his hips forward faster and faster with each word.
“Knot,” I blurted mindlessly over the sounds of slapping flesh. My body knew what it craved. I’d already surrendered control of myself to it, but now it was time to claim Thrakh like he wanted to claim me. “Please, please give me your knot, Thrakh. I need you to stretch me.”
“Such a good little mate. I didn’t even have to tell you to beg for me. So willing to do whatever you need to get what’s already yours,” he praised before thrusting harder into me again, giving me exactly what I needed.
The bed frame knocked against the wall with each of Thrakh’s movements, and I gave no fucks about whatever damage we might be doing to the wall.
He moved faster, his body still easily sliding against mine from all our time in the sauna, the apple scented oil still dripping from our skin was staining the sheets.
It smelled so good in here.
He reached down, pressing his finger to my clit, knowing exactly what I needed to get over the edge he’d been steadily working me toward for what felt like hours.
“Are you going to come on my cock like a good girl, Stevie?” Thrust. “Are you going to squeeze hard enough to force my knot into you?” Thrust. “Do you want me to fill you with this orc seed that’s been waiting for you?” Thrust. “Are you ready to wear my bite on your neck as I fill you with my cum?”
He stopped, ignoring how I writhed against him.
I shouted, “Yes. Yes. Yes!” over and over with each question he asked. I begged, not prettily or cute, but desperate and clingy and harsh. I wanted him, I needed his knot, his bite, his cum. I needed all of it.
“Please, please, please, Thrakh. I need you. Make me yours,” I pleaded, feeling myself drift closer to the edge of ecstasy each moment. Thrakh picked his movements back up, violently pushing into me, not hurting me, but being less gentle than he’d been.
He was losing control.
I loved every second of it.
I moaned.
I groaned.
I whined.
“Come for me now, peaches. Right the fuck now. Squeeze my cock until my knot slides deep in your sweet cunt.”
I obeyed, coming harder and longer than I’d ever before. I barely registered the absurd amount of stretching that happened as Thrakh’s knot pushed into me, locking in place while pulsing with each grunt he made as he continued filling me with his cum.
“Take my fucking seed, Stevie. Take it and don’t let any out,” he said in the same gravelly tone I’d heard earlier. He was in full mating mode, and the ferality of it had me coming again, squeezing his knot even more.
I felt a pinch at my neck but was already blacking out from pleasure to understand what it meant. My limbs were limp with exhaustion, relief, and so much love. My entire soul filled to the brim knowing how much I was cared for before the world faded away entirely.