Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I’m panting, covered in sweat when the last of my release spurts from me. It drips off her thighs, covers every inch of her slick folds and her belly, and then, oh, then…
I reach out, gathering the sticky warmth of my seed and begin to ease it into her opening.
I do not press my thick fingers through her tight band of innocence, but I do feed as much as I’m able to gather and guide it inside.
When I’m done, she is still covered with me. I wet a cloth from the bathing room and clean her, vowing to tell her the truth tomorrow.
No secrets, I remind myself, as I curl her body against me, pull the blankets over us and lie awake, knowing tomorrow, we will complete our mating.
Chapter
Eight
Emmie
“Next time you offer me mead…” I sit up in bed, my hair matted onto my cheeks, but Tigor looks at me like I am a priceless masterpiece. “Don’t.”
“I will not.” He raises his eyebrows, a rare smile curling those sexy orc lips. “You were cute drunk.”
I smile back. “I imagine I was. I mean, all this? It’s just cute.” I run my hand up and down my bare torso with a smirk.
Tigor has brought in wildflowers from the vacant lots down the street and scattered them all over the floor. He also brought me orange juice, which is my favorite, but he turned up his nose when I tried to share my cup with him.
Seems, we may be mated, but we are far from the same.
“No workers today?” I ask, stretching my arms up.
“No, not today. Today is special.”
“Well, yeah.” I say. “It’s our honeymoon, right?”
“Honeymoon.” He repeats and I can almost see the translator working, then he nods. “Yes, honeymoon.”
“Sorry I passed out, I’m sure you were expecting some full on mating action on your wedding night. Could have bred that little orc baby into me already.”
Tigor stops and drops the rest of the flowers in a heap and then I notice it.
There is green light shining from under his kilt and I have a vague memory of him telling me something about the glow.
“Are you…” I start as he turns and steps toward the bed. “I can’t be, like, ovulating. I’m on my period.”
Tigor reaches over and cups my breast and I hiss on an inhale.
“Sore?” he asks as though he knows something I don’t.
“Yeah, a little. That’s weird. Is that some mating thing like the glow?”
He shrugs but I see in his eyes he’s hiding something. “Maybe. I know little about mating. Blind seeing blind is how it will be.”
I squint as he towers over the edge of the bed. “Blind leading the blind,” I correct but I can see he’s already thinking of something else and so am I. “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
He watches me go with a low growl and a few minutes later, I return but something is strange.
For one thing, Tigor is naked, his glowing cock on full display. The second one thick and wiggling under the other and it’s going to take me a good long time to get used to some of these little orcish idiosyncrasies.
“I think my period stopped. Weird. I mean, I’m not very regular, but I just started and now it seems done.” I shrug. “I’m not complaining. Maybe your little oral work yesterday worked some menstrual magic.”
“Maybe.” He comes over, reaching down and sinking his fingers into my ass and my belly does that flippy thing as tension mounts down in my core.
“Hi,” I say as he pulls me upward, mounting my spread legs on his hard abs and crushes his lips to mine.
A wave of heat takes over. This sexy orc can manhandle me anytime. I’m already trembling and close to orgasm as we kiss and he grinds my clit against his body.
He lowers me to the bed on my hands and knees as I listen to his low growl.
“It’s time, my mate. My wife. My love.”
That last word has me spinning.
My love.
“Yes, my husband. My love,” I answer, ready for what I know is coming even if my body isn’t.
Tigor drops to his knees on the floor, his tongue lapping at me from behind as I drop my head and give in to the pleasure. He licks me to a screaming orgasm and I start begging for what I really want.
“Please, fuck me,” I whimper. “I mean it, I beg you, fuck me, hard.”
“You are the perfect bride.” He grunts as the tip of his thick mating cock brushes at my entrance, making me shiver. “I like when you say the dirty words to me. I like knowing you want me.”
“I do want you. I want you now, I want that thick dick of yours buried inside me, filling me with all that creamy batter I know you’ve saved for me.”