Page 35 of My Orc Package Deal

“Oh,” I managed, my voice shaky. “You’re giving me plenty, sweetheart.”

Her fingers twitched, then curled around me, her grip tentative at first, then firmer as she felt how much I wanted her. A whimper escaped her lips, her dark eyes glazing over with need. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out in a way that made my stomach clench.

“I can think of something I could give you,” she murmured, her voice husky and thick with desire.

“Kesha,” I groaned, my control fraying at the edges, wondering if I’d taken this too far.

We stood in the kitchen, half naked, her holding my cock. Kesha was so close, so perfect, and my Kteer was roaring at me to take her, to claim her, to finally make her mine⁠—

“It’ll be good, I promise,” she whispered, leaning closer, lips parted, pulse flickering, her breath warm against my skin. “I can make you feel⁠—”

I cut her off with a sharp inhale, my hand tightening over hers. Not to stop her—fuck, I never wanted her to stop—but to ground myself. To remind myself that this wasn’t just about my need, my hunger. It was about her.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” I growled, my voice rough. “You don’t have to give me anything. You’re already here. That’s enough.”

She blinked up at me, her expression flickering between confusion and something softer. “But I want to,” she said, her voice breaking just a little. “I want to give you something. I want to⁠—”

I interrupted her with a huff of not-nice-sounding laughter.

“You already do, sweetheart,” I said, my voice low and urgent. “Every time you laugh with Jay. Every time you help Milo with his homework. Every time you just exist in this house, in this life with me. You think I don’t see that? You think I don’t feel that?”

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster. “Korrad⁠—”

“Stop keeping score, Kesha,” I said, my free hand rising to cup her cheek. “I’m not. This isn’t a transaction. This is…”

A family.

A home.

A future.

Love?

“What?” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

I hesitated.

This was the moment. The moment where I could tell her the truth—that she was everything I hadn’t known I wanted, that she’d slipped into my life and made it better in ways I couldn’t even explain. That I didn’t just want her body—I wanted her. All of her.

But she was stroking my cock through my pants, small movements like she didn’t even know she was doing it as she stared up at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and the scent of her arousal was driving me mad. She wanted me, and my Kteer was snarling at me to taste claim fuck love pleasure claim…

I needed her.

Maybe, when my Kteer was silent and my cock was sated, I’d be able to find a way to tell her what she meant to me.

And so, with a groan, I surrendered, bending down to scoop my wife off her feet. Kesha didn’t object, merely throwing her arms around my neck, burying her face against my throat and licking me as I stalked toward my bedroom and the huge bed we were going to fucking destroy tonight.

We were halfway across the room when Kesha lifted her head. “What’s that smell?”

Look, there are plenty of ways to ruin a sexytime mood—stepping in dog piss, having a kid throw up on you, thinking of your grandmother bathing—but having a previously ardent partner ask you What’s that smell was a new one.

I rocked self-consciously to a stop. “What?”

Kesha’s head was up, her crinkled nose pointed at my bathroom. “Do you have a cinnamon candle burning?”

Ah.

I felt my cheeks begin to heat as I rocked my weight from foot to foot. “I…uh…I came earlier.”