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)
“Just so you know, Orcs mate for life,” he says. “There’s no going back. If you leave, I will track you down and drag you back here and remind you exactly whose mate you are.”
“How could I ever leave the only home I’ve ever known,” I murmur, but it comes out slurred with happiness.
“I’ll make sure you never regret it.” He shifts behind me, settling me even tighter against his side, and drapes a heavy arm over my waist. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, warm and steady, and his hand splayed across my stomach, just below the mark. He tucks the sheets up under my chin, like he’s afraid I’ll catch a chill. Then he just holds me, not moving, not talking, just existing with me in the perfect, silent dark.
I let myself drift, knowing he’ll be here when I wake up. He’s my fortress, my shield, my mate. I feel safe. I feel wanted. For the first time since I left the city, for the first time in my life, I belong somewhere.
I belong to him.
As I slip under, I hear one last rumble from Oren—a sound of pure, unfiltered satisfaction. I smile because I know exactly how he feels.
Chapter 9
Oren
I slam the door shut, my chest heaving like I’ve just run a marathon through hell. My shirt clings to my sweat-drenched torso like a second skin. I must look like I've been through the wringer. My hair sticks out in sweaty clumps while my jaw locks so tight my teeth might crack.
And then I see her.
Ella.
Sitting there on the fucking sofa like she owns the goddamn world. Naked. Not a stitch of clothing, not a scrap of modesty. Her skin’s glowing under the dim light of the room, smooth and golden like honey poured over silk. She spreads her thighs wide, and my mouth waters for a taste of her sweet pussy.
Her perfect tits are full, round, and tipped with nipples so hard they could cut glass. My eyes move down to the neatly trimmed patch of russet curls that looks so wet, so ready, I can practically smell her from here.
She smirks at me, one eyebrow arched like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Took you long enough,” she purrs, her voice low and dripping with teasing.
I don’t say a fucking word. I don’t need to. In three goddamn strides, I move across the room, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her off the couch. She yelps, but it’s half-laugh, half-moan, her body already melting into my touch.
“Shower,” I growl, my voice rough and thick with need. “I’m too filthy to touch your sweet body.”
“I love you filthy,” she taunts, her lips curling into that fucking smirk again.
“Fucking hell,” I snap, my hand sliding down to grab her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re goddamn perfect.”
She doesn’t argue after that.
I drag her to the bathroom, her bare feet stumbling over the tiled floor, her nipples brushing against my chest as I pull her close. I turn on the water while Ella tears at my shirt. Buttons fly everywhere, the fabric ripping as she yanks it off my shoulders. My belt’s next, the leather snapping free with a sharp crack before she’s dropping to her knees, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of my pants.
“Fuck, Ella,” I groan, my cock already straining against the fabric, throbbing like it’s about to explode.
She doesn’t waste time. She pulls my pants down, my boxers with them, and my cock springs free, hard and thick and oozing pre-cum. Her tongue darts out to lick a slow, teasing stripe up the length of me.
“Fuck me,” I growl, my fingers tangling in her hair as she takes me deeper, her lips wrapping around me like a fucking vice. Fuck. I fist her hair and fight not to come down her throat like a goddamn animal. She sucks me hard, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling under the head of my cock, and it’s so good I stagger against the counter to keep from collapsing. My hips buck, chasing the heat of her mouth, and she takes it, nails digging into my ass to keep me right where she wants me. The edge hits me like a freight train. I bite out her name, voice rough as gravel, and she just moans around me, swallowing every inch.
The orgasm rips through me. My cock jerks, spilling hot down her throat, and she doesn’t flinch. She swallows every drop, licking me clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time. I growl, the need to claim her boiling over. This woman. My fucking mate.
I haul her up and drag us both into the shower, slamming the glass door shut with so much force it rattles the frame. My mate looks up at me with a cocky little smirk, licking her lips, and my cock twitches in response. Fuck, I want her.