Epilogue #2
I thought of the fancy wedding she was planning for us, and all the dignitaries and country club members who would be impressed by the expense. I thought of her at the galas and the art museums and the ballets, and how effortlessly she’d accepted me into her world.
And I thought of her on the ice, her throwing axes, her drinking a beer with the foam on her lip. I thought of her grin, her blushes, the way she sighed when she came on my cock.
She’d accepted me into her world, yeah, but she also fit into mine. Here, with my family, this was my world. Back home, at the ice complex, we were building something new.
A new world, for just the two of us.
I caught her studying me, one side of her lips pulled up. “What are you thinking about?” she whispered, under the cover of passing me the salad.
“How lucky I am.” I leaned over to press my lips against her ear. “And how much I can’t wait to get you into bed.”
I smelled her sudden rush of desire, and my Kteer hummed in approval. She was mine, my Mate, and I was proud to claim her.
My lips curled. “I love you,” I murmured. “I’ll show you how much…later.”
Lila
Eastshore Isle was really sweet. I mean, I was with Kardok in that I couldn’t live someplace so far away from winter, but I loved how welcoming and friendly everyone was in town.
And I didn’t just mean Kardok’s brothers and their Mates. We toured part of the historic district—apparently, the town was making preparations to move a lighthouse into one of the empty lots?—and it was really special to see so many Mated orcs and human females.
I could understand why Brakkor and Korrad felt at home here.
Unfortunately, what the island also had was a distinctive lack of short-term stay opportunities—apparently the lack of hotels leant to the town’s charm—so we were staying with Brakkor and Jocelyn in their spare bedroom.
Which meant we hadn’t had a lot of privacy these last few nights.
So after the barbecue at Korrad’s home, when Jocelyn mentioned she had to pop out for milk for pancakes in the morning, Kardok convinced his brother he needed to go with her.
For safety.
The look Brakkor gave his little brother told us he wasn’t fooled, but I was too excited to care.
The moment the front door clicked shut behind Brakkor and Jocelyn, Kardok’s hands were on me.
One second, we were laughing, breathless from some stupid joke about his brother’s terrible taste in beach decor, and the next, my Mate’s mouth was on mine, hot and demanding.
His tongue swept in, ridged and thick, and I melted against him, my fingers already fumbling with the buttons of my blouse.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he growled against my lips, his tusks scraping my cheek as he yanked the fabric free.
His hands were rough, impatient, but his touch was reverent—like he couldn’t decide whether to devour me or worship me. I wanted both.
I tore at his belt, my laughter turning into a gasp as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall, his body caging mine.
The sun was setting over the water in the distance, but I couldn’t appreciate the beautiful sight.
Because his cock was already hard, the thick outline straining against his jeans, and I rocked back against him, desperate for friction.
“Kardok—”
“Bed. Now.”
His voice was a snarl, but his hands were gentle as he steered me toward the guest room, kicking the door shut behind us.
The moment we hit the mattress, we were a tangle of limbs, mouths crashing together, clothes being stripped away in frantic jerks.
His shirt hit the floor. My skirt followed.
His pants were next, and then I was naked beneath him, his massive body looming over me, his dark eyes burning with hunger.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his calloused palms sliding up my thighs, spreading me open. I whimpered as his thumbs brushed my folds, already slick with need. “Already so wet for me, Princess.”
I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as he dipped a finger inside me, curling it just right. “Kardok—”
“Shh.” His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as he added a second finger, stretching me, preparing me. His tongue mimicked the motion, fucking into my mouth in slow, deep strokes. I clawed at his shoulders, my body coiling tight, already climbing toward release.
But he pulled back, his lips curling into that wicked grin I loved. “Not yet, Mate.”
Before I could protest, he was dragging me to the edge of the bed, hooking my legs over his shoulders. The first lick of his tongue—thick, ridged, hot—had me gasping.
He groaned against me, the vibration making my hips jerk. “Fuck, you taste good.”
His mouth was relentless. He licked me in long, slow strokes, his tusks grazing my inner thighs, sending shivers through me.
His fingers never stopped moving—two inside me, curling against that spot that made my vision blur, while his tongue circled my clit in maddening teases.
I tangled my hands in his topknot, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged little pants.
“Kardok—please—”
He chuckled darkly, the sound pulsing against my pussy. “Louder, Princess. I want to hear you beg.”
His tongue flattened, dragging through my folds before flicking my clit, fast and relentless. His fingers pumped in and out, his free hand rising to squeeze my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it ached. The dual sensations were too much—I was going to come, I was right there—
“That’s it,” he growled, his mouth pressed against my clitoris. “Come for me, Lila.”
I shattered with a broken cry, my back bowing off the bed, my thighs locking around his head. He didn’t stop, licking me through it, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.
I was oversensitive, my body twitching, but he kept going, his tongue lapping at me like he couldn’t get enough. It was too much, I couldn’t concentrate…
“Kardok—stop—I can’t—” I tugged at his hair, my voice breathless.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes bright green. Seeing him like that, seeing how much he loved giving me pleasure, broke me of any objection, just like always.
“I want you in me,” I managed to rasp.
“Well, I want you to scream when you come.” His voice was rough, possessive.
I flushed, biting my lip. I wasn’t usually loud. I wasn’t—
Kardok didn’t give me time to overthink it.
In one smooth motion, he surged up to the bed and rolled onto his back.
He pulled me with him until I was straddling him reverse, my back to him.
His cock nestled against my curls, thick and heavy, the ridges already leaking pre-cum.
I leaned forward, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking him slowly.
He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as I leaned farther, squeezing his cock between my breasts, dragging my slick folds over his stomach. His breath came shorter, his hips jerking up into my grip. “Just like that, Princess. Gods, you’re so fucking wicked.”
I loved when he talked like that to me. When he made me talk like that to him.
His hands slid up to my ass, kneading, spreading me open. I could feel his piercing—cool metal against my heated skin—and I whimpered, my body clenching with need. I wanted him inside me.
As if he read my mind, his hand fisted in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. “Use my cock, Mate,” he growled. “Make yourself come.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Rising up, I positioned him at my entrance, the broad head stretching me as I sank down. The ridges caught on my walls, each one dragging against my folds, sending sparks through me. I moaned, my head falling back as I took him inch by inch, my body trembling with the effort.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So good.”
When I was fully seated, my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I threw my head back with a gasp, my body clenching around him, my nails digging into his thighs. “Kardok!”
He groaned, his cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was struggling to maintain control. But I didn’t want his control. My Mate was wild and wicked, and now I wanted my husband to act that way.
“Kardok,” I whispered as my inner muscles spasmed.
He tugged me backward by my hair, pulling me gently down onto his chest, his cock still buried deep.
“Not good enough, Mate,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “I told you I wanted you to scream.”
His hands found my breasts, squeezing, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I whimpered. Then he began to move—slow, leisurely thrusts that had me panting, my feet planted on either side of his knees as I rode him, my back against his chest.
His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside me, his piercing hitting just right, and I could feel another orgasm building, my body winding tight.
“You like that, Princess?” he growled, his hips rolling up to meet mine. “You like being my wicked little fucktoy?”
“Yes—God, yes—”
His hands slid down, one cupping my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. The other gripped my hip, guiding me as he thrust up into me, harder now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Beg for it,” he commanded. “Tell me how bad you want to come on my cock.”
I knew how hot it made him when I spoke dirty to him, and it certainly spiked my arousal when he told me to do it…
“I—I need it,” I gasped, my body trembling. “Please, Kardok, please—”
“Please what?” His voice was a snarl, his fingers circling my clit, his cock pounding into me. “Use your words, Mate. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me harder,” I cried, my face burning with embarrassment even as my body burned with need. “I want you to lose control. I want to come on your big, thick cock—”
“Good girl,” he groaned, his hips snapping up. “Now scream for me.”
I was right there, my body coiling, my breath coming in desperate pants—
And then I heard it.
The unmistakable sound of the front door opening.
Brakkor’s voice, loud and coarse. Jocelyn’s laughter.
Kardok’s hand clamped over my mouth in an instant, his other hand still working my clit as his cock drove up into me. “Shh, Princess,” he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. “Can’t let them hear you.”
The realization that we were about to be caught sent a filthy thrill through me. My body clenched, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that had me screaming against his palm.
Kardok groaned, his cock jerking as he came with me, his hot spicy-scented cum flooding my pussy, spilling out around his shaft, dripping down his stomach.
We stayed like that, frozen, our breaths ragged, our bodies trembling as we listened to the murmur of voices in the living room. Kardok’s hand slowly slid from my mouth, his fingers tracing my jaw before he shifted me to the side and lifting his head so he could give me a slow, deep kiss.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Taking my cock so well. Screaming for me like I asked.”
I whimpered, my body still throbbing around him, my skin flushed with aftershocks. “We should—”
“Not yet,” he growled, his hands sliding over my skin, soothing me. “Let them wait.”
I melted against him, my head resting on his shoulder, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The sounds of Brakkor and Jocelyn moving around the apartment faded into the background, replaced by the steady thud of Kardok’s heartbeat beneath me.
His cock was still half-hard inside me, his cum leaking out around him, warm and thick. He stroked my hair, his voice a low rumble. “You’re mine, Lila. My perfect, wicked little Mate.”
I smiled, wriggling against him, causing more of his cum to spill out. “And you’re mine.”
His chuckle vibrated through me, his arms tightening around me. “Damn right I am.”
For a moment, we just lay there, basking in the afterglow, the world outside this room ceasing to exist. But then Jocelyn’s voice carried down the hall—“Brak, did we get the maple syrup?”—and Kardok sighed, pressing one last kiss to my temple.
“Later,” he promised, his voice a dark vow. “I’m going to tie you to this bed and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I shivered, my body already responding to the threat. “Promises, promises.”
He grinned, wicked and possessive, as he finally slid from inside me. “Oh, Princess. I always keep my promises.”
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