Chapter 18 #3
Heat flooded through me. "I know."
"And you're okay with that?"
"I'm more than okay with it." I reached up to cup his face, my thumbs brushing across his cheekbones. "I want to be yours, Kael. I want you to be mine. No more rules. No more pretending. Just us."
"Just us," he echoed, and then he was kissing me again.
This time, there was no urgency, no desperation.
This was slow and thorough, a claiming that went beyond the physical.
His hands mapped my body like he was memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot, every place that made me gasp and arch into his touch.
His cock was already hard against my thigh, thick and hot, and I felt myself getting wetter with every passing second.
"I missed this," he murmured against my throat, his tusks grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver. "Missed the way you taste. The sounds you make. The way your cunt feels wrapped around my cock."
"I missed you," I admitted, my hands sliding down his back. "All of you. Not just this, but everything. Your voice. Your laugh. The way you look at me like I'm the only person in the world."
He pulled back to meet my eyes. "You are the only person in my world. The only one who matters."
"Kael—"
"I mean it." His hand slid between my thighs, finding me wet and ready, my pussy already slick with arousal. He groaned at the feel of me. "Fuck, Sarah. You're soaked for me."
"Yours," I agreed breathlessly as his fingers began to move, circling my clit with maddening precision. "And you're mine."
"Always." He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my wetness, and his eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want my cock inside you."
"I want this. I want you. I want you to fuck me, Kael. Please—"
He pushed inside slowly, carefully, and the stretch was intense, overwhelming, perfect. His thick cock filled me completely, every inch of him claiming me, stretching my pussy in ways that made me gasp. I felt every ridge, every pulse of him as he sank deeper.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. His cock was throbbing inside me, and I noticed the barely controlled need in his eyes.
"More than okay." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, taking him to the hilt. "Move. Please."
He did, setting a rhythm that was slow and deep and absolutely devastating.
Every thrust hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids, his cock dragging against my inner walls in ways that made me moan.
Every retreat left me aching for more, my pussy clenching around him, trying to keep him inside.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me with an intensity that stole my breath. "I want to see you. Want to watch you come apart on my cock."
"Kael—" His name was a plea, a prayer, a promise.
"That's it," he encouraged, his hand sliding between us to where we were joined, his fingers finding my clit while his cock continued its relentless rhythm. "Let me feel it. Let me feel you come."
The dual sensation—his thick cock filling me, stretching me, and his fingers on my clit—was too much.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through me with an intensity that made me cry out.
My pussy clenched around his cock in waves, pulsing and gripping him as pleasure tore through me.
I felt him follow me over the edge, felt his cock pulse and throb inside me as he came, filling me with his hot release as he groaned my name like a benediction.
We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync. I felt him still inside me, felt the warmth of his spend, smelled our combined scent—sex and satisfaction and something deeper.
"No more rules," he said quietly.
"No more rules," I agreed.
"No more pretending this is just sex."
"It was never just sex."
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I know. I've known since that first night in the cabin. Maybe even before that."
I tilted my head back to look at him. "What happens now?"
"Now?" He smiled, that devastating smile that made my heart skip. "Now we figure it out together. No hiding. No compartmentalizing. Just us, building something real."
"People will have opinions about this," I warned. Dawson unfortunately wasn't the only one in Franklin with a heady dislike for Orcs.
"Let them have opinions." His arms tightened around me.
"And if they do?"
"Then we'll figure that out too." He kissed me softly. "Together."
I believed him. Against all logic, against all my carefully constructed defenses, I believed him.
Because this—us—was worth fighting for.
Worth risking everything for.
Worth breaking all my rules for.
"I love you," I said again, because I could. Because the words were true and real and mine to give.
"I love you too," he murmured against my hair. "My mate. My Sarah. Mine."
"Yours," I agreed, and felt the last of my walls crumble.
I was his. He was mine.
And everything else, we'd figure out together.