I grinned, satisfied. Finally, I’d claimed her as mine, and it was everything I’d ever wanted. I’d taken her raw and without barriers, filled her with my cum, and she had taken it all. It had been glorious, and I couldn’t wait to hear her soft moans and writhing body beneath me again.
Stevie
Oh my God.Oh my God.
I clung to Garrak, my body shaking with waves of pleasure, feelingconnectedto him in a way I never had with another being.Oh my God.
I was his. He was mine. I knew it, Iknewit.
“Dkaar,” he murmured, his big thumb swiping at my cheek. “What is it?”
Oh God.
I squeezed my eyes closed and pressed my jaw into his palm, only just then realizing I was crying. Crying? No, I was sobbing, overwhelmed with the beauty and specialness of the moment.
“I-I…”
I took a deep breath, ready to tell him the truth.I love you.
But before I could choke out the words, Garrak wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “My Mate. My perfect Mate,” he murmured as he rocked me, his cock still inside me.
I held my breath, waiting for him to tell mehisfeelings, feeling nervous about blurting out my love…but he didn’t. It was amazing how gentle this huge male was—he could so easily hurt others,bruiseme with his strength.But he used his strength for the betterment of those around him.
“Hush,dkaar.” He pressed a kiss on my hair. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m…” I hiccupped. “It was just…alot, okay?”
His chuckle ruffled my hair. “It was. It was incredible. Everything I’d dreamed it would be.”
Inside me, his cock was still hard, and I could feel his cum seeping around his ridges to leak across his lap. Experimentally, I squeezed my inner muscles, the way I had as my most recent orgasm had slammed into me, and was rewarded with another of his low chuckles.
His palms slid up my lace-covered back, his claws making me shiver.
“Mate, if you do that, I’m going to think you want to do this again.”
“I do,” I admitted, my breath stuttering, “but only when you’re ready?—”
“Female, I have waited a long time for you,” Garrak announced sternly. “I need norecovery time.”
He sounded so offended that I stifled my watery giggle against his shoulder, and realized my tears had slowed. “You’re that virile?”
“I’m an orc male who has just entered the Mating Rut. You will be lucky if you can walk tomorrow, sweetheart.”
I’ll admit; I experienced another rush of arousal at his words, and judging from the way Garrak growled and tightened his hold on me, he could tell.
“Mate, I’m not going to fuck you again until you’re ready. Stop taunting me.”
“What if I’m ready now?”
“You’re crying.” His hands still stroked my back. “Not what every male dreams of for the first time he claims his Mate, let me tell you.”
I had to chuckle, and when I pushed myself upright again—incidentally sheathing his cock deeper, but that’s not relevant to this point, although it caused us both to suck in breaths—my cheeks were dry.
“I was crying because it felt amazing to…” I stared at his chin, suddenly a little embarrassed to admit my feelings. “I’ve never felt that way before, Garrak,” I whispered. “I…”
I love you.
His voice was gentle when he cupped my cheek and assured me, “And you will never feel that way with another male, Mate. We are together now and will build a future together. Here, on Eastshore Isle. I will keep you safe and take care of you for the rest of your life.” His other hand joined the first, cupping my face. “Stevie, you won’t have to worry about anything or lift a finger. You’re my responsibility now.”
