“Mine,” he growled against the bite. “To touch. To worship,” he nipped my skin again, and I cried out, almost missing his last words. “Tofuck.”
He gave the base of my throat a hard suck, releasing it with a loud pop. I shuddered as he leaned back enough to tug his shirt off. The sight knocked the air right out of me.
Holy fucking shit. My male isfine.
He was—dear Goddess Mother. He wascarved.
All hard lines and quiet strength, muscles shifting under skin that glowed warm in the forge light. Broad chest, powerful shoulders, a torso shaped by years of being a warrior. Every inch of him looked like something sculpted, built,earned.
My fingers hovered before I even realized I’d reached forhim. “Savla…”
His breathing hitched, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven pulls. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I can’t stop,” I whispered,literallyunable to pull my eyes away from the body he’d bared to me so easily.
Heat roared through me—the kind that wasn’t just magick but something deeper,hungrier. He stepped toward me, and I instinctively tried to back away on the table, but failed. My pulse hammered against my skin as he caged me in with his arms, but he didn’t touch—notyet.
My fingertips grazed the line of muscle along his ribs—firm, warm and unreal. He shuddered. Actually shuddered.
“You’re…” I swallowed hard. “You’re incredible.”
“That’s not—” He broke off with a breathless laugh, like he couldn’t even string the sentence together. “Zoga, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
I traced upward, following the cut of muscle along his stomach, the defined ridges there and the tension coiled under my touch. Every line of him tightened, as if he were trying not to drag me against him.
“Then show me,” I whispered.
He inhaled sharply—a wild, unsteady sound—and then his forehead dropped to mine.
“I’m trying not to lose control.”
“Thisis you not losing control?” I breathed.
That broke him.Completely. His mouth crashed against mine again, hotter, deeper and desperate in a way I’d only ever imagined from him. His hands went back to what they’d been doing before—warm, strong, almost reverent, skimming along my back while the other was at my breasts, cupping and shaping—and when he pulled me flush against him, I felteverything.
The muscle. The sheer power of his body. The quiet restraint he was fighting like hell to maintain. He groaned—low, dark,undone—and kissed me again, and the world dissolved into heat and magick and the feel of his body pressed hard against mine.
And I knew, with dizzy, terrifying certainty, that I would never see him the same way again. He pulled away to look into my eyes, and with his gaze never leaving mine, he spread my legs open with his knees.He dragged in a slow, deep breath, closing his eyes, like he needed a minute.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I watched him stroke himself through the fabric of his pants. I’d been around him long enough that I wasn’tunawarethat he had erections around me, but the ridge of his cock always made me pause.He was...large. And I supposed that was unfair. Hewasan orc, after all. But my tongue swiped across my lips as I stared down at it now. His cock was already leaking through his clothes.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to doeverythingwith him. Anything he asked for, he could have.
A moment later, his face was in my cunt, my skirt around my hips, and my underwear was slick against me. He pulled it to the side with ease. I’d been so distracted byhimthat I hadn’t been watching wherehewas looking.
His eyes drifted shut as he lapped, sucked and pressed kisses against me. I couldn’t tell whether he was doing this for me or for himself, but I arched in a surge of the purest pleasure and trembled, gasped and begged for more. He pulled at my clit, stroked every fold with his tongue, and bit my inner thigh.
The noises he made were slightly terrifying.Animal. They should have made me flinch, but… “Please,” I keened.
I fisted my hands in his hair, grinding his face against my pussy. But my ass was in his hands, and he controlled my every movement.
“Do you like this?” he growled against me.
“I—Yes.”
“Good,” he purred, breathless, and I made fists next to my hips as he ate me—orclike, with fangs, feral, the rough flat of his wide tongue scraping against me over and over, teasing my leaking pussy until I was puffy, pink and taut, an overstretched string begging to be snapped.
