Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Dakvaar
We beat the Purple Punishers by one goal, and the locker room corridor was chaos of the best kind.
Jord was reenacting the game-winner for anyone who’d hold still, complete with sound effects.
Bardon had given up on herding anyone anywhere.
Somewhere behind me, Kardok was arguing with a reporter about whether the hit in the third had been clean—it had, mostly—and I barely heard any of it, because the double doors at the end of the corridor swung open and my whole world walked through them.
Sofia, in my jersey, my name across her shoulders. Rosa drooping against her hip, rubbing her eyes, fighting sleep with the fury of a kitling who did not want the day to end.
I stopped walking.
The team flowed around me like I was a rock in a river, and Sofia came toward me through them, and I knew.
I don’t know how to explain what I saw, except…
I don’t know. I remembered the first time I’d stood outside a house and looked at the electric lights through a glass window, amazed that warmth could be contained that way.
And now, it was like the glass was gone; I could see the light, feel the heat.
She looked at me across that loud, crowded corridor and there was nothing careful in it anymore, no bracing, no half-step back, no confusion behind her eyes.
Her gaze hit mine and held, wide open, and my Kteer went silent for one full heartbeat.
Then it began to sing.
Not the snarl I’d lived with since the parking lot.
Not the anxious circling of these last days.
This was a sound I’d never heard from inside my own chest—low and rising and joyous, the sound my father must have known, and his father, all the way back to the first orc who ever stood beside a female and understood he was home.
She was my home.
A grin pulled at my mouth, slow, helpless. I couldn’t have stopped it with both hands.
Sofia saw it, and her own smile bloomed to match—shy and certain at once, the smile of a female who had decided something and intended to see it through—and around us the celebration roared on, oblivious.
Torrk had discovered Rosa and was announcing to the entire corridor, the press, and possibly the gods that she was his good luck charm and would be required at all future games: “The Torrk Method now has a mascot!”
We didn’t join the noise, either of us.
We didn’t need it.
She stopped in front of me. Rosa reached out one sleepy arm without even lifting her head from her mother’s shoulder, and I took them both against my chest, my daughter tucked warm in the middle, my Mate’s cheek coming to rest over my heart.
Perfect calm, in the eye of all that joy.
Torrk, of course, ruined it. He slapped me on my back as he went past. “Congratulations, D’kap! I’ll tell Bardon and Coach that you’re going to be missing practice tomorrow! Have fun!”
I wanted to roll my eyes at his smirk, but I had to admit that he was right. The gods had put an opportunity to claim my Mate in front of me, and I wasn’t going to miss it.
I squeezed my females.
“Hi,” Sofia said softly, into my chest.
“Hi,” I rumbled back.
Her hand found mine. Squeezed.
“Take us home, Dakvaar.”
And the gods themselves could not have gotten me to that truck faster.
Rosa was asleep by the time we reached the house, and after I carried her inside, Sofia took her from me with a small smile. “I’ll get her to sleep; you go get cleaned up.”
Unable to stop myself, I blurted, “And then?”
Her smile grew until it was something full of wicked promise. “Then I’ll meet you in our room, and I’d like you to not be wearing any clothing, Mate.”
Mate.
Gods below, did she have any idea how that word on her lips wrapped around my cock, stroking it? My Kteer howled again, urging taste claim fuck Mate claim claim CLAIM!
Instead, I took a record-breaking shower, and when Sofia slipped into the room fifteen minutes later wearing my robe again, I didn’t even allow her through the door fully before I grabbed her and pulled her against me with a growl.
Thank fuck she merely smiled and stretched up to meet my kiss, even while shrugging out of that robe. Beneath it, she was as naked as I was, and twice as hot.
Her arms went around my neck, I lifted her by the ass…and her warm, wet cunt was nestled against my cock. “Gods, dkaar,” I murmured against her jaw as I kissed my way toward her ear. “You’re already so wet.”
“Just for you,” she agreed cheekily, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.
I shifted my hold and took a step forward so her back was pressed to the door, allowing me to plant one palm against the wood. My mouth moved along her skin, and she lifted herself so my piercing was aligned with her weeping entrance.
“Ready, querido mío?”
I loved it when she spoke her language to me, so I returned it truthfully. “As I’ve never been ready for anything before, dkaar.”
Smiling, holding my gaze, she sank slowly down atop my cock, moaning and wriggling the whole way. I found myself holding my breath as her tight, wet heat swallowed my cock, each ridge disappearing inside her with a slick, perfect resistance.
The way her inner walls fluttered around me—clenching and releasing like they were made to milk me—had my claws digging into the doorframe. Then she was fully seated, her pussy sealed around the base of my cock, and I felt the first pulse of her orgasm ripple through her.
“?Ay Dios!” she groaned, giving in to the pleasure.
Her back arched off the door, her nails raking down my shoulders as her cunt locked around me in a vise.
I could feel it—the way her pleasure spiraled through her, the way her muscles clenched in waves, her slick heat pulsing around my ridges.
My piercing dragged against her G-spot with every twitch of her body, and I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily.
This was so much more intense than her other orgasms. Did it only feel that way because of the Mating Bond?
“Dkaar—” My voice broke. She was perfect; her head thrown back, her throat exposed, her dark hair falling between us. The sweet scent of her arousal was thick in the air, and my Kteer snarled mine mine mine!
There was no way I’d be able to hold still. “Love, I have to move,” I warned her.
“For the love of god, move,” she moaned.
With a growl, I rolled my hips, grinding her against the door. The movement sent another shudder through her, her pussy fluttering around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Sí—! Just like that—”
I did it again. And again. Each shallow thrust made her whimper, her body tremble, and stretched her climax.
The ridges of my cock caught on her walls, dragging against that spot inside her that made her nails dig into my skin.
I could feel her pleasure like it was my own, a feedback loop of need and desire, her body milking me, my cock swelling inside her.
“I can’t—” My voice was raw. “I can’t control it—”
Her eyes flew open, her dark gaze locking onto mine. She was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her chest heaving. And then she grinned—naughty and knowing—and pulled my mouth down to hers.
“Then don’t,” she whispered against my lips. “I want you, Dakvaar. All of you.”
The words shattered what little control I had left.
With a snarl, I pinned her harder against the door, my cock buried to the root inside her.
My release hit me like a freight train, my hips stuttering as I came, my cum flooding her in thick, hot spurts.
I could feel her pussy taking every drop, her walls clenching around me, her body shuddering as I filled her.
“Mine!” I roared, my voice breaking.
My cock pulsed again and again, my seed spilling into her, marking her, claiming her. Her legs locked around my waist, her heels digging into my ass as she rode out the last waves of her own orgasm, her breath coming in broken sobs.
“Dios—” She panted, her fingers tangled in my hair. “I can feel you—”
I knew what she meant. The Bond. The way our pleasure fed into each other, the way her body was made for mine. I could feel her—her heart pounding, her breath ragged, her cunt still fluttering around my cock, milking me for every last drop.
I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing to hers, my chest heaving. My cock was still hard inside her, my cum dripping out around us, slick and warm between her thighs.
“Mine,” I murmured again, softer this time. I shifted so my tusk dragged down her cheek, marking her oh-so-gently. “My Mate.”
Her smile was soft, her dark eyes shining. “And you’re mine.”
I growled, my hips rolling slightly, my cock still buried deep. “Damn right I am.”
Sofia
I understood now.
Not just what Lila had been telling me, not just what Dakvaar had been trying to make me see…but everything.
Because sex with Dakvaar had just gone from the most incredible experience of my life to the most incredible experience of my life.
I’m not sure how else to describe it other than with italics, sorry.
It wasn’t just that he was sharing all of himself with me—by which I mean, filling me up with his delicious orc cum every chance instead of spilling all over my tits—but that I could feel him so much better. Not like, feel his cock or whatever, but feel him.
Feel his heart, feel his pleasure, feel his joy.
My male still rarely smiled, but I could feel his joy, nestled in his chest.
And I could feel how much he wanted me. Not just physically—though si, physically too—but wanted me in every way. Wanted to protect me, to provide for me, to make me laugh, to watch me with Rosa, to fall asleep beside me every night for the rest of his life.
That was a powerful aphrodisiac, let me tell you.
The claiming itself felt different too. Before, when he’d pulled out, there had always been this moment of…
incompleteness. Like we’d gone ninety percent of the way but stopped just short of the finish line.
Now, when his cock pulsed inside me and I felt that first hot rush of his cum filling me up, it was like every nerve ending in my body lit up at once.