“Wait,” I say. I place my palm on his bare chest, stopping him before he can pull me closer. I look down at the erection tenting his pants them back up to meet his molten gaze. “I want to do something first.” I trace the lines of his tribal tattoos with my fingertips. “Tonight, I want to take care of you first.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I drop to my knees. “Let me.”
He goes still, barely breathing. Watching me with dark, hungry eyes.
I run my hands lower to explore the ridges of his abs that move down his stomach. My fingers find his belt. That thick leather belt I’ve been eyeing all day. I take my time undoing the heavy, silver buckle, then I slowly slide the leather through each loop, inch by inch.
His stomach muscles clench under my touch, that gorgeous dip of muscle at his hips flexing as he fights to stay still.
The belt drops to the floor with a heavy thunk.
I unfasten his pants and push them down. Next go his black boxer shorts. His thick, green cock bounces in front of me, already hard and ready. The slit at the crown leaks seed. I wrap my hand around him, still surprised at how he’s so thick my fingers don’t meet.
“Sit,” I tell him, guiding him toward the edge of the bed. I’m still in my silk wedding dress and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life. I kick off my heels and kneel again between his thighs.
“Anna—” His voice is strained.
I lean in and lick him from base to tip, lapping up a bit of that moisture from the slit. His whole body shudders. “I love you,” I tell him, then take him into my mouth.
I stroke him tight, just how I know he likes. I take him deeper, then pull back. “I love that you feed Dinah treats when you think I’m not looking.”
And then I suck hard, while I keep a hand at the base, moving with fast strokes. He groans, hands fisting in the blankets.
“I love that you asked for my consent even when you were feral.” I suck the head of his cock, swirl my tongue. “Even out of your mind, you gave me a choice.”
“Anna—” His voice is wrecked.
“I love that you make me feel safe.” I take him as deep as I can, which is difficult. He’s so big I can barely fit him, but I’m determined. Then I pause again. “I love that you think I’m beautiful.”
I get back to work, finding a rhythm with with my hand and mouth together, feeling his thighs tense under my hands. “I love that you’re mine,” I whisper against his cock. “My husband. My orc.”
“Close—” He grits out. “Anna, I’m going to?—”
I don’t stop, but pull back slightly, keep stroking him firmly. I know what he wants. He told me once, in a heated moment, about his fantasy. “I want you to come on me,” I tell him, looking up through my lashes.
His eyes go black. “What?”
“Your fantasy.” I use my free hand to tug down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts. The silk pools at my waist. “Mark me. I’m yours.”
The sound he makes isn’t human.
I stroke him faster, watching his face. His head falls back, cords standing out in his neck.
“I’m getting ready to come,” he grits.
A few more strokes and he’s not kidding, it starts shooting out, hot and thick across my breasts. I lean forward, making sure all his warm seed lands directly on my skin.
He watches it happen, transfixed, a low growl rumbling continuously in his chest. His seed streaks across my skin, marking me as his. When he finishes, he’s breathing hard. Staring at me like I’m something sacred.
And then I touch it with the tip of my finger and lick it off my skin.
“Mine,” he rasps. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I agree. “Always.”
He pulls me up onto the bed before I can even think about cleaning up. Flips me onto my back, looming over me with dark eyes. “My turn,” he growls, and the look on his face makes me shiver.
