Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lillian
While the Battleborn alliance should have taken precedence in my mind in terms of Important News, I was far more concerned with the Mating ceremony Nan and Myra were planning.
Dear God, ‘twas a cross between a formal wedding and a public breeding display, and how in the world could such a thing be planned so quickly? From the time I agreed to the night of the ceremony, no more than a few days had passed. Between the news of their chief’s Mating and their new alliance, Bloodfire village was alight with excitement.
The clan had started celebrating early—I could hear them even from where I stood, staring at the hearth in Kragorn’s cottage. Our cottage. ‘Twould truly be my home after this night.
Forever.
I wanted that. I did. I was just…more than a little terrified at what I had to go through to get there.
In the days since Kragorn had regained his strength, he’d proven to me again and again that he could make my body sing.
Just the thought of his thick cock sinking into me had me squeezing my thighs in impatience.
I want this.
My eyes were closed, my breathing coming too quickly. I wanted him…and if that meant taking his cock in front of the people who would become my family and clan…then so be it.
“I am proud of ye.” His rumble came from behind me as he slipped his arms around my middle. “My brave Mate.”
“I am scared,” I admitted in a whisper.
Slowly, his hands rose to cup my breasts through the simple chemise that I wore. “I will make sure ye enjoy yerself, love. Tonight is for ye and me.”
“There will be…” I moaned in arousal. “Others.”
His hard length rested against my lower back, and a flood of liquid heat settled between my legs at the thought of his cock stretching me tonight. I shuddered and pressed back against him as he squeezed my tits, then captured my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Nay, Lillian,” he all-but-purred, caressing me. “Just ye and me. Tonight ye’re going to focus on me, and I’m going to make ye feel so good.” One of his hands slid down my stomach slowly. “Ye understand that?”
When he cupped my core, tucking his hand around my mound and pulling my arse against him, we both moaned.
“Aye,” I panted, already gyrating against his thick length.
The heel of his palm pressed against my clitoris as his fingers curled into my damp heat through my chemise.
“Do ye understand what will happen tonight, Lillian?”
“Yours,” I managed to whimper, as his fingers worked against me and his other hand teased my nipple. “Please.”
“Aye, love,” he chuckled darkly against my temple. “But I mean when I claim ye. An orc’s cock is designed to bring his partner immediate pleasure. Do ye understand?”
Did I? I could barely think, much less understand. Mayhap I made a noise of agreement, because he brushed a kiss against my ear.
“Good lass. When my cock sinks into ye, ye’re going to come for me. ‘Tis part of the process to make the claiming easier.”
Wait, was he speaking of an instant orgasm? Oh my.
“Kragorn,” I moaned, rubbing against him.
“I’m going to take ye out there now, Lillian.” His hand rubbed circles around my clit. “And ye’re going to keep yer eyes on me, aye? But first…come for me, my little human.”
“Yours!”
“Mine,” he growled, and tightened his hold on my cunny.
“Kra—” I gasped, only to be interrupted by the way my pleasure burst over me, soaking through my chemise and onto his fingers.
“Good lass,” Kragorn murmured, nuzzling at my temple. “My good little Mate.”
I was a good lass, and soon I would be his Mate in every sense. In a daze, my veins still thrumming with pleasure, I allowed Kragorn to turn me around and strip the rest of my clothing off before he quickly divested himself of his kilt and boots.
Naked?
We were going to be doing this naked?
As my awareness slowly returned, so did the trepidation. But then Kragorn was there, wrapping me in his thick fur cloak—to protect me from the cold or prying eyes?—and lifting me in his arms.
“Ready, love?” he murmured, pausing by the door.
I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. But I wanted him.
So I nodded, my gaze locked on his and my heart pounding in my ears.
As we approached the Council Hall—which was really just a roof over the seating around a large firepit—the sounds of the clan’s revelry grew louder. They had clearly been drinking, but there were…other sounds.
Unmistakable sounds.
The first couple we passed were bent over one of the rearmost benches.
I couldn’t tell who they were—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know—but she was making breathless yipping sorts of noises as her partner drove into her.
Another few steps, and we passed another couple pressed up against one of the pillars, the male grunting with each thrust.
Unable to believe what I was seeing, I realized I’d lifted my head and twisted about to stare at them over Kragorn’s shoulder. His hand caressed my arse.
“See, my little human? Our people celebrate with us tonight.”
Our people.
“To Kragorn!” someone called drunkenly. “Show her how a warrior fucks!”
“Let’s hope his spear is straight and true!” another hollered.
“Aye!” a woman called out. “’Tis a shame when a warrior’s staff goes limp in the middle of battle!” And there was the sound of raucous laughter and more lewd suggestions.
There were many who were watching us, but fewer than I had feared. And those who weren’t watching us were focused on each other—many of the males had women in their laps, and there were plenty who were engaged in their own public displays of…of fooking.
The realization was…exhilarating somehow, and my fear melted away as my arousal—arousal caused by the grunts and sighs and the slap of flesh against flesh—grew.
“Here, love,” Kragorn murmured, settling down onto his chair and arranging me on his lap so I straddled his legs. “This way ye can control the pace.”
His fur cloak was spread across my shoulders, blocking the sight of my nudity—and with me sitting in his lap, most of his as well. I knew I was breathing too quickly, but ‘twas not because of fear.
I was going to fook him in public, just as everyone else was doing. And the thought was surprisingly arousing.
Empowering.
“Lillian.” He took my chin in his hand as the other dropped to my hip. “Keep yer eyes on me. Everything will be well, I swear it.”
“I trust ye,” I breathed, and lifted myself up on my knees so he could position the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I want this. I want you.”
Something like awe transformed his ruined face.
“My courageous Mate,” I whispered, and I began to lower myself.
As his thickness stretched me, I couldn’t hide my wince, and his fingers moved down my throat to my breasts. His touches were light, meant to drive me mad, as I took another inch of him, his ridges providing delicious friction across folds already swollen and wet from my earlier release.
“Ye’re doing so well.”
His hands were everywhere, across my skin, my thighs, my back under the cloak. Kragorn didn’t seem at all concerned for his own pleasure; his focus was on me.
“I ken ye can do this, my brave Mate. Slowly, dinnae forget to breathe.”
I had been holding my breath, and now I matched my inhales to his slow ones and realized that the stretch became a little more bearable. His hand dropped to my clit, which was on display between us, and when he brushed a callused thumb across it, another burst of slickness covered his cock.
With a gasp, I slid the last few inches, each ridge teasing me. And as I settled atop him, the promised orgasm burst over me. ‘Twas so unexpected, I threw my head back with a strangled cry, body jerking as my inner muscles spasmed around his cock.
Dimly, I heard the cheers and calls of our audience, but they mattered naught to me. I was focused on Kragorn and the pleasure he was bringing me.
When, panting, I dragged my eyes wide open, ‘twas to see him grinning at me proudly.
“Ye did it love,” he murmured, running his hands up and down my back. “I’m so proud of ye.”
But we weren’t done yet, were we? My hands went to his shoulders, bracing myself. “I want all of you, Kragorn. Claim me.”
‘Twas his turn to groan as he clamped his hands around my waist.
“Mine,” he growled, and I grinned in return, lifting myself slightly off his lap, so his cock slid a few inches from my cunny.
“Mine!” he roared.
And behind me, the clan roared their own approval.
We began to move together, a dance we’d practiced in these last days. I rocked atop him as he thrust upward into my core. Each plunge was a divine experience, as his ridges slid past my swollen folds, and soon I was panting with need and desperation.
Despite the noise and fooking all around us, I kept my gaze locked on Kragorn. His dead eye was white, but his left eye burned green. For me.
This was for me. He was claiming me tonight in front of his clan—our clan. He’d chosen me as a male’s conquest, but he’d deemed me worthy of being a chief’s Mate, and tonight, I was becoming one. This pleasure was remarkable, but so was that realization. That power.
I loved him. I loved him for this, and for everything.
My pleasure built, thundering in my ears, as Kragorn kissed me, my shoulder, my breasts, my throat. When he dropped his thumb to the pearl of my pleasure, I felt myself squeezing him, preparing to climax yet again.
I clamped my hands on his cheeks, each muscle of my body tightening in preparation.
“I love you, Kragorn,” I confessed as I came again.
In a blink, his expression switched from determination to wonder. I leaned forward to kiss him as my body throbbed around him, and he whispered against my lips, “How did I get so lucky?”