Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
He spins me around and covers my lips with his. I grind against him, desperate and slick, and he bucks his hips in response. I feel the length of him, impossibly hard, between my thighs. The heat of him pulses against my skin, and I gasp into his mouth.
“My turn for a taste,” I say, and roll him onto his back. He’s panting, barely restrained, but when I slide down his body and take him in my hand, he nearly comes off the bed.
His cock is heavy and thick in my hand, like it’s carved from marble and forged in fire. The veins pulse under my fingertips, hot and demanding, and I can feel every inch of him twitch as I stroke him slowly, savoring the way his body tenses. His hips jerk, and his groan rumbles deep in his chest.
“Ella,” he growls, his voice rough and strained, “my mate.”
I smirk around him and lean in to swirl my tongue around the swollen, leaking tip. His salty, perfect taste floods my mouth, and I suck him deeper, feeling the way his cock throbs against my tongue. His hands fist in the sheets, the fabric tearing under his grip.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his thighs trembling as I take him deeper, my throat opening for him like I was fucking born for this. My cheeks hollow as I suck him harder, my hand working the base of his cock in rhythm with my mouth. The sounds he’s making are filthy guttural moans and choked Orcish curses that send heat spiraling straight to my core.
“If you keep that up,” he snarls, his voice barely human anymore, “I’m going to lose my mind.”
I don’t stop. I won’t stop. I pull back just enough to drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing every ridge and vein like I’m memorizing him, and then take him deep again, my throat clenching around him. His hips buck, his cock slamming into the back of my throat, and I can feel him fighting to hold back, his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
“Fucking—Ella—I can’t—” His words are shattered, broken by the filthy noises I’m pulling from him. His hands are in my hair now, tugging at the roots, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him groan even louder.
I pull back just enough to look up at him, his wild eyes locked on mine, and smirk. “What’s wrong, big guy? Can’t handle it?”
I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue around the tip, and he loses the thread of his own sentence. His thighs shake. I go slow, savoring every reaction, and when I look up at him from under my lashes, his eyes are glazed and wild.
He pulls me up, not rough, just insistent. “I need you,” he says, and the words go straight to my core.
I climb into his lap, and he positions himself at my entrance. He goes slow, so fucking slow, pressing in inch by inch. I stretch around him, a sweet burn, and when he bottoms out, we both freeze.
I’m so full, so stretched, it feels impossible. But also perfect.
“Okay?” he asks, voice raw.
“So good,” I say, rolling my hips experimentally.
He holds my waist, guiding my movements, and we find a rhythm together. The feeling is overwhelming. Each thrust sends sparks up my spine, and every time he bottoms out, I see stars. Our bodies move as one, sweat slicking the points where we touch, the air thick with our scent.
He keeps checking my eyes, my mouth, making sure I’m still okay. I ride him harder, faster, until the pressure builds again.
“Close,” I gasp.
He thrusts up into me, and I come hard, clenching around him. The sensation triggers something in him, and he roars, pulling me down, burying himself deep. He pulses inside me, and for a moment, everything else vanishes.
There’s a flash of heat and light. I look down and see that my mate mark is glowing faintly gold. There’s a tingling, like every nerve ending has lit up. “Is it going to do this every time?” I mumble as I fall across his body.
He’s still inside me, and he lifts a hand to trace the mark. “It’s a little reminder of our eternal bond,” he says, wonder in his voice.
Chapter 7
Oren
I wake to the sight of my mate sprawled across my sheets, her bright red hair fanned out against the dark furs, one pale arm stretched toward my side of the bed as if seeking me even in sleep. The scent of her—honey and lemon and something uniquely hers—fills my lungs with the first deep breath of morning.
My whole fucking body shudders with need. My cock is already hard, pressed up tight against her thigh, but all I can focus on is the place where her skin meets mine. The mate mark stands out bold and black on her chest, still tingling with leftover magic. The edges burn electric, a constant reminder she belongs to me. My tusks ache. My senses are dialed up to eleven, like I could taste her with every breath.