Mistletoe had the same meaning to the orcs as it did for us.
My lips curled as I met his green gaze once more. “Mistletoe,” I agreed, moments before I surged up on my toes and he bent down and our lips met.
This time, it wasn’t a mistake.
This time, I let myself surrender to the sensations coursing through my body. When he groaned and captured my neck with one of his big hands, I sighed happily against his mouth.Yes. My hands snaked around his waist, pulling him closer, closer…
As his mouth and tongue played with mine, his hands teased the rest of me. My wrap fluttered to the ground, and the cool wind blew from the cliffs, but I wasn’t cold, no. I was hot—so hot, as if each of his touches branded me. One large palm cupped my breast, and I swear I felt his heat through my dress and my bra. When he rolled the hard little pebble of my nipple, I moaned against his lips and ground my hips against his hardness, trying to rub my clit along his shaft.
Then his hand was on my ass, lifting the skirt, his fingers digging into my butt. I wished my panties weren’t in the way; I wanted to feel his fingersonme.
In me.
As his mouth trailed to my jaw, I shifted my weight, widening my stance and opening my legs, silently urging him totouch mewhere I’d been dreaming of his touch. My fingers spread across his back as I rocked against him, anchoring him to me…
And he took the hint.
When his big hand cupped my pussy, dragging a fingertip across my soaked underwear, I whimpered with need and began to hump—yes, God, just like a dog!—his hand. I needed him. I needed this.
The growling sound he made seemed to come from his chest, and he switched his hold to push aside my panties. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit, working in circles as he stroked my folds. He rolled my nipple again, and I realized I was panting in need, clutching him like a lifeline.
“That’s it, Brooke,” he murmured against my temple, his finger sliding into me. So thick, so perfect. “Let me make you come.”
Oh God, I wanted that. I clutched him, rocking against his hand, not worrying about the big picture windows or the terrifying drop mere feet behind me. All I could focus on was Sylvik, and the way he was touching me.
“Please,” I sobbed, not even sure what I was begging for.
He did.
With another little growl, he slid a second finger into me…and curled them. His stroke hit a spot deep inside me I didn’t realize I had, and as he squeezed my breast, I stiffened with a gasp…
And came.
Hard.
With a little whimper, I buried my head against his chest and held on as my inner muscles spasmed around his fingers. All the while, Sylvik murmured sweet words to me, some of which I actually understood, as he brushed kisses over my face.
“Such a good girl, yes. Gods below, do you know how fuckinghotyou are, Brooke? Coming on my fingers like that? I love that you know what you like. I love how perfectly we fit together,dkaar. I love?—”
He said some other things, none of which made sense in my muddled state.
But when I was finally able to breathe again, the chill of the night slowly crept in, and I realized I was standing on my sister’s patio with Sylvik’s fingers in my pussy…and the hard bar of his erection throbbing against my stomach.
“What…” I swallowed and tried again. “What about you?” I managed.
“Forget me.” He dropped a kiss to my lips. “I want to taste you, Brooke.” His fingers curled inside me, sending another burst of pleasure through me, causing me to gasp. “Please let me taste you?”
With that, he withdrew, allowing my panties to settle back into place, as he lifted his hand. In the light from the house windows, I could see the way his fingers glistened and wasn’t sure if I should feel embarrassed.
But I remembered the way he’d praised me, and when Sylvik drew his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes on an erotic groan of pleasure, I knew I didn’t want to be finished with this.
I grabbed his wrist and glanced about, looking for a more private place. “Not here.”
His eyes flashed open. “I know just the place.”
Sylvik
I had never tastedanything as magnificent as Brooke. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and worship her until she passed out from sheer pleasure overwhelm. I wanted to wrap myself around her and never let her go.
