Chapter Nineteen #2
When my gaze drifts lower, heat floods through me. He’s magnificent, and I want to taste him the way he just tasted me.
“My turn,” I whisper, pushing at his shoulders.
I take my time exploring him with hands and mouth, relearning what makes him groan, what makes his hips jerk. When I take him deep and swallow around him, he comes with a roar that echoes through the cabin, his hands fisting in my hair.
After, when I’ve cleaned him thoroughly with gentle licks, he pulls me up into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart slowly return to a normal rhythm.
“That was… damn,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re incredible.”
I trail my fingers across his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart gradually slowing. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
“Like what?” His voice is soft, curious.
“Like giving you pleasure gave me pleasure too.” I press my thighs together, acutely aware of how wet I am, how much I’m aching. “Like we were connected.”
His hand slides lower to cup my ass. “Are you aroused, Solarin? From giving me bliss?” The question is direct, possessive.
I nod against his chest, unable to form words.
“Goddess, you’re perfect.” His voice has gone rough again, and I can feel him already hardening against my thigh.
He shifts, rolling me onto my back with gentle dominance. His weight settles over me, and suddenly the playful, grateful mood shifts into something hotter, more urgent.
“I need to be inside you, Laney,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “But we’ll go slow. Tell me if anything hurts.”
I nod, reaching up to cup his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw, the elegant points of his ears. “I trust you.”
His amber eyes flash with possessive heat. He positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the broad head of his cock pressing against my wetness. He’s so big, and for a moment, nervousness flickers through me.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, reading my expression. He pushes forward slowly, and I gasp at the initial stretch. His broad cockhead presses past my entrance, and I feel the first ridge catch—a moment of resistance before it slips inside with a pop of sensation that makes us both groan.
“Breathe, Solarin,” he rasps, holding absolutely still as my body adjusts. “That’s just the first one. There are more.”
Not all orcs have them, he’d told me after we pleasured each other the other day—the ridges seem to run mostly in males of his clan, some genetic quirk that makes him distinctly, uniquely himself.
The thought of each ridge opening me up, sliding against my most sensitive places, sends a bolt of heat through me even as I’m trembling with the overwhelming fullness of just his tip inside me.
After I had my mouth on him before, he told me later that not all orcs have them.
The ridges are a trait unique to males of his clan, some ancient genetic quirk that marks them as warriors.
Knowing that now makes every glide of his body feel even more intimate, like he’s sharing something sacred with me.
He works the second ridge in with shallow, careful thrusts, and I moan at the friction. Each ridge drags against my entrance, against sensitive nerve endings, creating pleasure that borders on too much.
“Look at you,” he groans, eyes locked on where we’re joined. “Taking me so well. You’re opening for me, Solarin—so damn perfect.”
The possessive words make me clench around him, and he hisses through his teeth.
“Don’t do that yet, precious, or this will be over before I’m even fully inside you.” His voice is strained, every muscle locked with the effort of going slow. “You’re so fucking tight. Tighter than I imagined.”
“More,” I manage, though I’m already trembling. “I can take more.”
“I know you can.” His thumb finds my clit, circling with maddening gentleness after he glides it through my slickness. “But we’re going to make sure your body is ready. I won’t hurt you, not for anything.”
He works the third ridge in as his thumb works my clit, the dual sensation making stars explode behind my eyelids. My body is learning him—the thickness, the texture, the way each ridge creates friction so delicious it’s almost unbearable.
“That’s it,” he encourages, voice thick with wanting. “Opening up for me. Taking your orc’s cock like you were made for it.”
The combination of his words and his movements has me panting, sweating, my legs scrabbling against the blankets. I’m desperate for more even as I’m overwhelmed by what I already have.
“Please,” I whimper. “Ryder, I need—”
“I know what you need.” Another ridge slips past, then another, each one sending shockwaves through my system. “You need me deep. Need me filling you. Claiming you.”
“Yes!” The word tears from my throat as he seats himself another inch deeper.
His purr starts then—that deep, rumbling vibration that I felt earlier. But now, with him inside me, I feel it everywhere. The vibrations travel through his cock, through each ridge, setting every nerve ending alight.
“Oh God,” I gasp, “I can feel you purring inside me.”
“Good.” His grin is feral, possessive. “Want you to feel every part of me. Want this to be so good you never forget who you belong to.”
One more push, slow and deliberate, and he’s finally fully seated. I’m stretched impossibly full, every ridge pressing against places inside me that make my vision blur at the edges. The purr intensifies, and I realize I’m shaking.
“Breathe,” he commands softly, holding absolutely still. His hand splays across my lower belly, pressing down gently. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am inside you?”
I can only nod, completely overwhelmed. It blows my mind that I can see the bulge of his cockhead poking the skin of my belly.
His cock pulses inside me with his heartbeat, each ridge a distinct pressure point.
The purr vibrates through every inch of him, through me, until I’m not sure whose heartbeat I’m feeling anymore.
“You’re a gift from the goddess herself,” he breathes, voice rough with barely controlled need. “Look at you, taking every inch. It’s like the goddess designed us to fit perfectly together.”
“Move,” I finally gasp out. “Please, Ryder, I need you to move.”
“With pleasure.”
He withdraws achingly slowly and I feel every single ridge drag against my inner walls. The sensation is devastating, too much and not enough all at once. Just when I think I can’t bear any more, he thrusts back in, each ridge popping past my entrance in rapid succession.
I cry out, back arching off the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he growls, establishing a rhythm that has those ridges dragging in and out with exquisite friction. “Take it. Take all of me.”
He moves deeper with every stroke, slow and deliberate, making me feel claimed from the inside out.
His tusks graze my throat as he kisses and nips at my skin, careful even in his passion.
The combination of sensations—his size, his texture, the careful edge of danger from those tusks—drives me higher than I’ve ever been.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, his hips snapping harder now that he feels me relaxing into it. “My perfect little human, made to fit me. Such a good girl.”
The dirty talk, the possessiveness in his tone, make me clench around him. He notices immediately, his eyes blazing.
“You like when I talk about how you’re mine?” he growls, angling his hips to hit that magic spot inside me. “When I tell you how good this tight little pussy feels wrapped around my cock?”
“Yes!” I’m beyond embarrassment, beyond anything except the pleasure building inside me. “Don’t stop, Ryder, please—”
His hand slides between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The combination of his thick cock filling me, and his skilled fingers is too much.
“Come for me, my Solarin,” he commands, voice rough with his own impending climax. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you milk me.”
I shatter, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes through me with devastating force. My inner walls clench around him rhythmically, and the intensity is almost frightening in its power.
He follows almost immediately, growling something in Orcish as he buries himself deep and pulses inside me. The feeling of him coming, filling me with his wet heat, extends my own pleasure until I’m trembling and gasping beneath him.
We collapse together afterward, hearts hammering against each other as we struggle to remember how to breathe. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as aftershocks continue to ripple through both our bodies.
“Holy shit,” I finally manage, face buried against his throat.
His laugh rumbles through his chest. “Better than holy shit, I hope.”
I pull back to look at him, taking in his satisfied expression, the way his eyes have gone soft and possessive as they trace my features. “Much better. Earth-shattering. Life-changing.”
“Good.” His smile is pure male satisfaction. “Because I meant what I said. You’re mine now, Sunshine. No more running, no more hiding from what we have.”
The dominant certainty in his voice should probably alarm me. Instead, it sends another pulse of heat through my still-sensitive body. This is what I’ve been afraid of—not his size or his otherness, but my own desire to surrender completely to someone who might leave.
But looking into his eyes, seeing the tenderness beneath the possession, I know with absolute certainty that Ryder isn’t going anywhere.
“No more running,” I agree, sealing the promise with a kiss. “I’m exactly where I belong.”
Outside, Christmas night settles over the mountain in perfect silence. Inside, wrapped in Ryder’s arms by the dying fire, I finally understand what home feels like.
It feels like forever.