He did it again, frowning as if considering it. “I don’t know…”
I was already breathless, distracted by the pleasure coursing through me. God, aridgedcock! I still couldn’t believe how fuckinggoodit felt, and we’d been together for months now. Every time he slid into me, I swear I shot sky-high with ecstasy. And then he did it again, and again, until I was clutching the bedsheets, him, anything I could reach to keep me anchored beneath him.
“Garrak!” I gasped, and I couldhearhis grin when he replied.
“What is it? Is my Mate ready to start begging for it?”
“Please,” I moaned, knowing if he hadn’t been holding my thighs open, I would have wrapped my legs aroundhim completely.Anythingto keep this pleasure continuing. “Pleasefuck me harder.”
“My Mate wants to come on my cock like a good little slut?”
I went feral, bucking and mewling beneath him as he finally relented and reached for my breasts, squeezing and plucking and worshiping. Garrak leaned over me and began to thrust in earnest, whispering crude words of praise that drove me wild.
“You like that? You like taking my cock like that? Gods below, you do it so well. You’remine, Stevie, my good little Mate.”
“Yes!” I think I cried. I was so high on his words and the feelings stuttering through my limbs that he could’ve been speaking orcish for all I knew…
“You’re so fucking perfect,dkaar. Love you,” he grunted as he thrust into me. “Love you.”
“I love you!” My words rose on a wail as my ecstasy mounted.
“Take it.” Garrak plunged in again, his own face slack with pleasure. “Take what you deserve, Mate. Take your pleasure, claim it—claim it!”
Hunt, catch, fuck!Yes, this was mine, my pleasure, and I was worth it.
Garrak bent down and captured my lips with his, and my orgasm burst over me.
My core was already slick from his earlier ministrations—that was the whole point of the insta-O, after all—andI wailed against his mouth as my pussy clutched him, trying to draw him deeper, tighter, farther.
Garrak grunted as my orgasm squeezed him, his hold on me tightening. I loved the way he covered my body with his like this, when he was deep in the throes of pleasure, as if he could protect me, enclose me.
His cock slid out, then in again, the movement prolonging my orgasm until I was shuddering beneath him… Then he pulled his mouth from mine, threw his head back, androaredas his seed spilled into me.
Yes.
By all that was holy,yes.
“I love you,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his back as I clutched him to me and kissed his shoulder. “Mate.”
This time it was Garrak who shuddered, then exhaled as he relaxed atop me. He was heavy, but this was my favorite spot; pinned beneath my Mate, whom I trusted to keep me safe.
My protector.
I kissed his shoulder again.
He did so much for me, foreveryone. Each day, he was learning to allow me to do things for him, small things in small ways. And when he rested like this, enveloping me in his weight and letting me hold him, I felt like it was him permitting me to comfort him…and I loved it.
I kissed him a third time, the smallest little brush of my lips, and Garrak exhaled, pushing himself back to his feet. When he reached for the towel he’d used to dry me,I knew the pleasure was over—for now. He withdrew from my pleasure-sated pussy, and used the towel to catch the cinnamon-flavored cum that spilled from me.
Then, without a word, he tossed the towel into the hamper and climbed onto the bed, gathering me in his arms and tucking my head under his chin.
“Tell me more about your plan for the craft series.”
The command had become a ritual, one we shared over dinner:Tell me about your day. Tonight we’d been discussing a new idea of mine, to bring in artists from around the island to teach classes on their art form. Karnak, the orc who kept the ancient artistic methods alive, would be one of the first, but we had an active art community that regularly appeared at our markets and fairs, and I knew it would be easy to find human volunteers as well.
Garrak approved of my plans, of course, and we’d discussed the classes before. But this was another way he was accepting my help. As I spoke, I felt him relaxing beneath me, my voice soothing him—perhaps not to sleep, but someplace completely sated and tranquil.
Occasionally he’d grunt or ask a quiet question, and I’d happily go off on another explanation about plans for the community center.
