His words sent me over the edge. I screamed wordlessly as I came, my body convulsing around him. Pleasure exploded through me, so intense it was almost painful. He kept thrusting, drawing out my orgasm until I was a panting, trembling mess.
And the whole time I held onto him, refusing to leave him, refusing to give him up.
I knew then that my dream had changed. The thought of returning to L.A., returning toEthan, was ridiculous.
I was right where I belonged.
As my heart slowed, I forced myself to breathe evenly, and realized that his thrusts had slowed. Sylvik was watching me with that intense, focused glowing gaze, eyeing me hungrily as if he’d never be satisfied. And I realized—hehadn’tbeen satisfied. I’d come three times—twice last night as well—and he’d never found pleasure once.
“Sylvik?” I murmured as I forced my fingers to unclench, to stroke his knees and thighs. “Do you…”
“Fuckingmagnificent, love.” He shifted, his cock sliding deeper, making me gasp. “Gods below, Brooke, that was…”
When he shook his head, I managed a smile. “I wantyouto come.”
“Love, I’m about to lose control.”
My smile grew with satisfaction. “That’s a compliment, Sylvik.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Even his voice sounded strained. “If I claim you…”
Claim me? Was that what was happening? All I knew was that, here and now, I knew beyond a doubt thatI wanted this.I wanted him, and I wanted to belong to him. So I squeezed him.
With my inner muscles.
I saw the moment his eyes widened, so I did it again.
With a muttered curse, he reached between us and yanked his cock from my pussy, leaving me bereft. But before I could object, Sylvik pressed his length along my wet cleft, slidingovermy clit, stroking himself… Once, twice, his ridges making my core flutter into awareness again.
And then, with a roar, Sylvik came.
He camehard, spilling wave after shuddering wave of pale green cum across my curls, my stomach, all the way to my tits—the second spurt even hit my throat! A sharp, spicy scent filled the air as his intense green gaze locked on me.
I grinned as I gyrated beneath him, sliding my wet core along the underside of his cock, trying to drag out his orgasm.
But finally, he finished, slumping forward, bracing one hand against the mattress as my legs slowly unclenched from around his hips. His eyes had closed, his breathing ragged as he fisted his cock against me.
Curiously, I dragged one finger through the thick stickiness on my chest, and raised it to my lips. My tongue darted out?—
“Cinnamon?” I blurted. His eyes flashed open, pinning me. But I was trying to contain my laughter. “Your cum tastes likecinnamon?Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sylvik slowly shook himself, as if trying to remember what was going on. “Tell you what?”
By now, I was laughing outright. “Tell me that, thanks to my pushiness, your Christmas tree now smells like orc cum!”
Slowly, his lips curled, his tusks sliding free as he began to laugh as well. He fell to the side, gathering me close, until we were both covered in his cum, as we laughed.
“Because,dkaar, I’d willingly live in a house that smells like my cum if it makes you happy,” he managed, brushing a kiss over my temple. “I love you, Brooke.”
Chapter Ten
Sylvik
“I love you, Brooke.”The words just sort of slipped out, and I immediately followed it with, “Shit.”
“Shit?” Her chest still shook from laughter. “I love you, Brooke, shitisn’t the most romantic sentiment.”
My wince turned to a wry sort of smile as I admitted I could laugh at myself. Still holding her, I rolled to the side of the bed until my feet hit the floor. “Yeah, well, I hadn’t intended to blurt it out,” I muttered as I stood, her in my arms. “I got distracted.”
