“Because youknowme.” He slowly pulled the snow-dusted beanie off of her head and tossed it on the floor. “You know who I am. Completely. You know me in a way no one else ever has or will.” His fingers moved to the zipper of her jacket. That, too, found a new home on the floor. “You know how obsessed I am with you.” Her shirt went next, with her help. Then her bra. Then her boots. Then her leggings.
They were both breathing hard by the time he began to inch her leggings and her panties down her supple thighs. Getting down on his knees before her, he pressed kiss after kiss to her lush breasts, the soft skin between them, and the gentle slope of her belly. Growling against her skin, he said, “Do you know how many times I came thinking about you, sugar?”
Nelly trembled. “I… I might have an idea, yeah.”
Pausing his task, Clark cut her a wide-eyed look and asked, “Ah, didn’t think about— I mean, did you see me with anyone… else?”
There sure as shit hadn’t been a woman since he saw her in those little shorts so many months ago, but he wasn’t a virgin. It made him a little queasy to think she’d been forced to watch him have sex with someone else.Hecertainly would have struggled with that.
Soft fingers nudged the brim of his askew hat until it fell backwards off of his head and onto the floor. With the obstruction gone, they sank into the thickest part of his hair, got a good grip, and then pulled his head back.
Nelly looked down at him with half-lidded eyes. “I havesomesmall amount of control over what I see if I do it intentionally. Things like that my brain has learned to sort of skip over automatically. So no, I didn’t see you with anyone else. But I did seeyouevery time you said my name.In the shower. And on your bed. And in your workshop."
His cock jerked behind its denim prison. There was nothing sexier than the possessive way she said that. Like she owned those memories now. Like every time he touched himself thinking of her, it wasforher.
Shoving her wet clothing down around her ankles, Clark gave her ass a light swat and commanded, “Step out, sugar.”
Nelly released her grip on his hair and freed herself from the rest of her clothing. When her little feet were clear, he swept the bundle away before he sat back on his haunches, gripped her left thigh, and threw it over his shoulder.
“Oh!” Her fingers slid into his hair again, holding on tight for balance, as he stroked the bow of her spine and down, over the curve of her ass and thigh. His gaze was glued to the soft curls between her thighs and the tantalizing glimpse of lush, wet flesh they revealed.
Clark’s voice was rough when he told her, “I’m gonna take you in the nest, but first I need a taste. I’m fuckingstarvingfor it, sugar.”
Nelly’s chest moved with every panting breath. Her grip tightened, drawing him closer, when she whispered, “Taste me, cowboy.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Purr rattling deep in his chest, Clark first scored his large lower fangs over the slope of her belly below her navel, leaving two long red marks on her golden brown skin.This is mine,those marks proclaimed.This woman is mine!
She trusted him. She came searching for him. She had given herself to him wholly.
Nelly washis.
Instinct was a thick, syrupy haze in his mind as he descended on her cunt, already wet and ready for him. He needed to get her in the nest. He needed to get her away from windows, from doors. He needed to get her in that soft, dark place where he could cover her in his come again and again.
But firstthis.
Fucking perfect.Clark’s fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass as he speared his tongue through her folds. That syrupy feeling flared hotter, burned brighter, until he was no better than a starved animal, biting, licking, sucking, swirling his tongue until his mate came on his face with a guttural cry.
There was no art to it. Not this time. There was only the tearing need to mark her in every possible way he could.
So it wasn’t enough that she came once. He needed more. He neededeverything.
Nelly cried out when he sank his fingers into her fluttering core, prolonging her orgasm with sure strokes. He didn’t give her the chance to come down from the peak. Instead, he continued on, finding a rhythm that refused to let it die.
Only whenhecouldn’t take it any longer did he curl his fingers sharply, massaging her slick inner wall. The muscles of Nelly’s abdomen contracted as her body locked. When she began to soften again, her orgasm at last fading, he reluctantly pulled away from the shelter of her perfect thighs.
Everything. I need everything.
He had her taste. He knew the silk of her skin. Now he needed the rest.
Reduced to nothing more than hunger, Clark didn’t think before he threw her over his shoulder and strode toward his bedroom. His greedy, kohl-darkened hands roamed over her skin with every hurried step. If he’d been in his right mind, he might have worried that he was being too rough with Nelly, but he wasn’t.
Besides, her quiet chanting of,“Yes, please. Gods, yes, Clark”were a pretty good indicator that she was onboard.
Pausing for a moment in the dark hallway, he managed to kick his boots off before he threw open the door. Ten steps across the heated floors brought him to the curtain that kept his most sacred space hidden from view.
Clark swept it aside impatiently, revealing the nest he’d been lovingly building his entire adult life in anticipation of this exact moment. Built into a stone-walled nook, it was large enough to fit three full-grown orcs and boasted a scoop-shaped mattress ringed with pillows.
