“I like seeing my seed inside you.”
“I like it too. I could feel it happening. It was warm inside of me.”
I’m already hardening again. She feels it and her eyes widen. “Are you serious right now?”
“I told you I’d fill you. I wasn’t talking about once.” I roll over her again, bracing on my arms. I’m still inside her and the new angle makes her gasp. “Again?”
“You don’t even need a minute?”
“Orc biology doesn’t include rest breaks.”
She grins up at me. “Well then. Don’t keep me waiting.”
The second time is slower. I take my time and learn her body. What makes her moan versus what makes her scream. The spot inside her that makes her fingers grip my horns. The way she whispers my name when I hit the right angle, so different from the screaming.
“I love you,” I tell her mid-thrust, and the words come out raw and honest and I don’t even plan them. They just spill out of my mouth.
“I love you too.” She pulls my face down and kisses me and I feel her smile against my lips. “I love you and your tusks and I love your ridiculous cock.”
I bark out a laugh that turns into a groan as she tightens around me deliberately.
“Do that again,” I growl.
She does.
We come together this time, slower, deeper, and when I pour into her for the second time I press my forehead to hers — the orc gesture of devotion — and breathe her name against her lips.
The third time she’s on her hands and knees and I take her from behind, gripping her wide hips, watching myself disappear into her. I reach around and strum her clit and she screams into the carpet.
By the fourth time we’re both wrecked. I’m on my back and she’s draped across my chest, our bodies slick with sweat, the pile of clothes beneath us thoroughly ruined. Seed is everywhere, leaking down her thighs, smeared on her stomach. A possessive satisfaction settles in my bones. I have claimed my female and filled her with my seed. And if my nose is right, I’ve started our first son inside her today.
I run my fingers through her auburn hair. My body heat keeps her warm despite the empty house having no utilities. We have been here so long morning has now turned into afternoon.
“I’m going to be sore for a week.” Sloane lifts her head and grins at me. “Best kind of sore.”
I press my lips to her forehead. “Thank you for coming to me, trying to talk me down, but it was dangerous. The only thing I could think about was getting to you. I didn’t know if I’d?—”
“You didn’t hurt me. Not once. Even when you jumped out a window.” She traces a finger along my jaw. “Even when you ran through the neighborhood and kicked down the back door to this house. You protected me the entire time.”
I swallow hard.
“You brought me here,” she says softly, looking around the empty room. “Of all the places you could have gone. Caves, mountains, the wilderness. In your winter frenzy state you brought me to the house you picked out for us.”
“I was half out of my mind.”
“And the half that was still in there knew exactly where home was.”
I pull her tighter against me. She nestles into my chest and we lie there in the quiet, listening to the nothing of an empty house.
“By the way,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love this house.”
I smile against her hair. “It’s ours. Escrow closed yesterday.”
She lifts her head. “What? When were you going to tell me?”
“I was going to tell you this morning but someone sent mercenaries to the house first.”
She laughs. “Inconvenient.”
