Chapter Fourteen
His truck is right there in the parking lot where we left it last night. We don’t even make it inside. Broven backs me against the hood of his truck and seals my mouth with his. I grip his tux with both hands and kiss him back.
He hikes up part of my dress, then realizes we’re not alone here.
“Truck. Now,” he breathes.
I get in and slam the door.
The drive back takes four minutes. I don’t know how many speeding tickets Broven would get if there happens to be a police car hidden somewhere along this road, but I think it’s safe to say that neither of us cares.
He sloppily parks the truck over the length of two parking spaces and hurries out.
The front door of the inn has barely swung shut behind us when he turns and lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he backs me against the wall.
My hands tangle in his hair while I kiss him and can feel yet another pair of panties being utterly ruined.
The front door opens and someone clears their throat before hurrying past us.
“Room,” I manage with a laugh.
He carries me to the suite, locks the door, and puts me down on the bed. He reaches for the zip of my dress, sliding it down slowly.
“My color looks perfect on you, Daisy, but you look better out of it,” he says with hunger in his eyes.
His massive green hands come around to the back of my bra. With a single flick of his fingers, the clasp pops, and my breasts spill free.
I reach up instinctively to cover myself, old habit, but Broven catches my wrists.
“Don’t,” he growls, his eyes burning as they drop to my breasts. “Let me look at you.”
He stares at my tits like he’s a starving man. My nipples are already tight and hard from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He releases my wrists and gets on the bed with me.
His massive, rough hands come up to cup my tits. He squeezes them and lifts them, his calloused thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips until a sharp spike of heat shoots straight down between my thighs.
“So soft,” he mutters. “I’ve been thinking about your tits again all day. Watching you in that dress, wanting to rip it open just to get my mouth on them.”
He leans forward and buries his face in them. Then, his jaw shifts, and he wraps his lips around my left breast, drawing my tight nipple deep into his mouth.
I gasp, and dig my fingers into the dense muscle of his back just to stay upright. What he does with his tongue is pure agony. He sucks my nipples, swirling his tongue around the hard peak while his teeth graze the sensitive edge just hard enough to make me whimper.
Every time he sucks, I feel a corresponding pull in my pussy, making me dripping wet.
He moves from one breast to the other, his large hands kneading my soft skin. He uses his tongue to trace the underside of my tits, licking his way up to the tips, before drawing me back into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard until I’m arching my chest into him, completely helpless.
When he finally pulls back, my breasts are damp and my nipples are swollen and aching for more.
“You are perfect,” he rumbles against my bare skin, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling my trembling thighs flush against his shoulders. “Every single inch of you is mine.”
He stands up, the sheer bulk of him towering over me again, and the look in his eyes tells me he is completely done holding back.
He grips the front of his dress shirt and rips it open, sending buttons flying across the hardwood floor. He shrugs off the black tuxedo jacket and the ruined shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Next, he shucks his trousers and his underwear.
My breath hitches in my throat. His cock is fully erect, pulsing and heavy with pre-cum. I know it’s not possible, but it seems even thicker and more intimidating than it did last night.
“I need you, Broven,” I say.
Before he can react, I lean forward and close my mouth over his cock, tasting his pre-cum. His hands fly to my hair. He groans loudly and moves his hips.
I take as much of his broad cock as I can manage while he rolls forward in short, heavy jerks.
“Daisy,” he growls, his voice thick and ragged. “You’re destroying me. Stop.”
“Why?” I say, though the word sounds warped because my mouth is wrapped around his cock.
“If you keep sucking me like that, I’m going to come before I even get inside your pussy.”
He gently but firmly hooks his large hands under my armpits and lays me down on the mattress. He doesn’t waste another second. He lunges over me and grips the waistband of my panties. He tears them away with a sharp tug.
He hooks his large hands behind my knees and shoves my legs wide apart, completely exposing my soaking wet pussy to his gaze.
I’m dripping, my wetness coating the inside of my thighs. Broven groans and leans down, burying his face directly between my legs.
His thick, long tongue swipes from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my swollen clit.
I scream, my hips arching off the bed as he pins my thighs flat to the mattress.
He eats me out with absolute fury, his tongue burying deep inside my wet pussy before lapping hard against my clit over and over until my vision blurs.
I’m soaking his face, but he doesn’t mind.
“You’re drowning me,” he rumbles against my pussy. “You’re so wet for me, Daisy. So tight. I need to take you.”
He slides his massive body up, his heavy cock dragging over my skin. He lines the broad, thick head of his shaft up against my opening.
“Hold onto me,” he commands. “And take all of me.”
My entrance stretches around the head of his cock. Then, he sinks his massive cock into me in one ruthless stroke until he’s buried himself completely to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I scream.
The sheer size of him stretches me past my absolute limit, filling me entirely. I let out a choked, ragged cry. It’s not from pain, but from the overwhelming, mind-melting fullness of being stretched wide by an orc.
He jerks his hips back and slams into me, my pussy barely able to stretch wide enough.
And then, it happens.
The moment his thick base smashes flush against me, a blinding shockwave erupts through my entire body.
It feels like an electric current snapping between our chests. A deep, glowing golden warmth flashes behind my eyelids, anchoring my soul directly to the giant orc crushing me into the bed. The thread between us hardens into an unbreakable steel chain.
Broven stiffens, his entire seven-foot frame freezing as a deep roar tears from his throat. His eyes.
“The bond,” he gasps, his fingers digging so hard into the mattress the fabric rips. “Daisy, do you feel it? You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Oh god, Broven, yes.”
He loses all control. He begins to pump into me with savage power.
Every thrust is heavy and deep, his massive hips slamming against mine with a loud, rhythmic smack of flesh.
I can feel every thick vein on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive walls, driving me straight to the edge.
He hooks my legs over his broad shoulders, driving even deeper, bottoming out inside me until I’m screaming his name.
Then, thanks to the bond, a vision hits me so hard I make a sound I’ve never made before.
Suddenly, I’m seeing my own shop from the outside on a summer morning.
The pastel pink walls, the chalkboard sign, the display in the window.
Underneath the image is a pull so deep, so ancient and certain, it takes the air right out of my lungs.
It’s a biological ache he has been carrying his entire life without a name for it.
And then, the door opens, the air changes, he sees me, and he smells me.
Just me, standing behind the counter with my phone pressed to my ear, completely unaware. And the absolute certainty hits him like a physical blow. Not hope. Not attraction, but certainty about me being his.
“I’m coming, Broven. I’m coming so fucking hard.”
The walls of my pussy contract violently as my orgasm rips through me. The feeling of my inner muscles gripping his cock pushes him past the point of no return too.
“I’m filling you,” he growls, his face contorting in pure ecstasy.
He gives one last, brutal thrust, pinning me completely to the bed as his orgasm hits. His massive cock swells inside me, knotting at the base to trap him inside my soaking wet pussy. He roars, his upper lip pulling back over his tusks as he shoots wave after wave of cum into me.
He stays buried deep within me, his heavy chest heaving as he collapses his weight onto his forearms, careful not to crush me, but refusing to let our bodies separate.
The golden, warm glow of the bond hums through my veins, settling deep into my chest. The fake dating, the doubts, the lies from the past—everything is utterly burned away now that I’m completely wrapped in his green heat, permanently claimed.
Eventually, he lifts his head. He looks down at me, his eyes incredibly bright and a faint sheen of sweat covering his green skin.
“You saw,” he says, his voice thick and rough.
“I saw,” I whisper.
I pull him back down to me, wrapping my arms around his massive green neck. We stay tangled together in the warm sheets with his knotted cock still buried deep inside me and the fated mate bond humming between us like a current that was always there, just waiting to be found.