Vrogul’s lips and tongue kept me on edge, teasing, sucking, tormenting. That gloriously wide tongue was ridged, just as Issa had told me orc males’ cocks were, and I allowedmyself to slide downward just slightly, to feel the tip of that cock brushing against my arse.
I wanted him.
He might be my enemy, but I wanted to feel pleasure with Vrogul the Stormseeker more than I’d ever wanted aught else in my life.
Now.
I tugged on his hair, pulling his chin upward so I could claim his mouth myself. He made a sound of surprise, then his lips curved beneath mine as he shifted his hand so the heel of his palm rested against my cunny.
When he curled his fingertip upward to slide along my wet cleft beneath the water, I bucked against him.
We moaned into each other’s mouth, then that finger slid inside me.
‘Twas thick.
‘Twas callused.
But ‘twasnotridged. ‘Twasn’t what I wanted.
What I needed.
But I couldn’t seem to form the words, because Vrogul’s tongue was teasing mine, and then another finger slid into me, and he was stroking mefrom insideas his palm ground against my clitoris and I?—
I exploded.
Right there in the pool, I ripped my mouth away from his, threw my head back, andscreamedas my climax burst over me with white-hot intensity.
Vrogul continued to stroke me, his palm providing the exact pressure I needed as he whispered words to me I couldn’t understand.
When I could finally breathe, I dropped my gaze to him to find him staring at me, his gaze glowing green, as if I were the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. As if I were a roast venison haunch and he was a starving man.
As if I were agoddess.
‘Twas a heady, powerful realization.
His fingers continued to move, the slowest, softest strokes imaginable, my inner muscles still spasming around them, a warm daze creeping along my limbs…but I was feeling mischievous.
So I stretched up to brush my lips against his, grinning naughtily.
“You said you wanted to speak with me?”
Vrogul blinked. Then he blinked again, and I felt his muscles relax slightly.
“Aye. Ye…I…” He exhaled and shook his head. “Speak…to ye.”
My grin grew. He wasthisdistracted after makingmecome? What would happen were I to reach around and grab his cock, stroking him the way I had been imagining?
But I was having fun dragging this out.
“Oh?” I asked innocently. “About Dallin and the mainland Battleborns?”
A little furrow appeared on his brow when he frowned.
“What?”
“You wanted to talk to me about what happened today, what Dallin demanded?”
He just stared at me, his green gaze confused. I resisted the urge to kiss the furrow on his brow, mainly because it would mean pulling away from his hand, which was still pressed up against me—inside me—in the most delightful way.
