Page 37 of My Orc Package Deal

His hands smoothed down my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my silk shorts, tugging them down. I stepped out of them, my skin prickling with anticipation, and then his hand was between my legs, his fingers sliding through my wetness.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned against my breast, his fingers parting my folds, circling my clit. I cried out, my knees nearly buckling as pleasure spiked through me. His touch was rough, possessive, his fingers slick with my arousal as he stroked me, his thumb pressing down on my clit just right.

“Korrad, please—” I was begging, my voice raw, my body trembling with need.

He didn’t make me wait. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, laying me down on the bed, his huge body following me down. I reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside my head.

“You remember what I said about making you come?” His voice was a dark promise, his eyes burning into mine. “I’ve been waiting too fucking long for this—this is about you.”

Before I could respond, he was kneeling between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart. The first swipe of his tongue was broad and flat, the ridges dragging through my folds, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

“Lord—!” My voice broke as his tongue swirled around my clit, the ridges of it sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open, his mouth sealing over me like he was starving. He licked and sucked, his tongue flicking against my clit before diving lower, stroking inside me.

“Kor—oh god—” My hips jerked, my body tightening, my orgasm already building, fast and relentless. His fingers pressed into my inner thighs, his thumbs spreading me wider, his tongue working me over as if he wanted to memorize every inch of me.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled against my pussy, the vibration making me whimper as his tusks scraped my sensitive skin on my inner thigh. “So sweet, so perfect⁠—”

His tongue circled my clit again, and I came with a broken cry, my body shuddering, my fingers twisting in the sheets. He didn’t stop. He kept licking, his tongue dragging through my folds, his fingers sliding inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made my vision white out.

“Too much—” I gasped, my body oversensitive, my hips trying to twist away, but he held me still, his mouth never leaving me.

“No such thing,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re going to come again, sweetheart. You’re going to come on my face like a good girl.”

His fingers crooked inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and I moaned, my body betraying me, the pleasure building again, faster this time, sharper. His tongue was relentless—good god, the ridges!—his fingers stroking that spot inside me that made my toes curl, my breath coming in ragged little gasps.

“Korrad—” His name was a prayer on my lips, my body coiling tight, my orgasm crashing over me again, harder this time, my back bowing off the bed as I slammed my palm against my mouth to hold in my scream. He groaned against me, his tongue lapping at my pussy as I trembled, my body wrung out, my skin slick with sweat.

A second orgasm? Holy shit, when did that happen?

He didn’t stop until I was boneless, my breath slow and shaky, my body humming with aftershocks.

His head lifted, and I blinked up at him, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my second orgasm. His lips were wet with me, his beard glistening, and his dark eyes burned into mine—except there was something different about them. A tiny, eerie glow, like green embers in the depths of his pupils, flickering and bright.

I frowned. What the hell…?

But then he was moving, crawling up the bed toward me, his massive body caging me in, his muscles rippling with every shift. When had he lost his pants? That huge cock, the one I’d caressed in the kitchen, made my mouth water, made my pussy clench—and I would have thought I was all orgasm’d out. But I wanted more.

I wanted him.

The green in his eyes flared as he stalked closer, and I forgot to care about anything but the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world worth wanting.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against my skin. “I could lick you all night, Kesha. I want you to come on my face again and again.”

My pulse spiked, my body already responding to the hunger in his voice, my pussy clenching with fresh arousal. But that wasn’t why I was here—he’d promised me his cock!

“I—I mean, it’s great, but⁠—”

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth found my collarbone, his tongue dragging along the sensitive skin, his tusks brushing my shoulder. His hands slid up my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, spreading me wider.

“What, sweetheart?” he murmured, his lips trailing up my neck, his beard scraping deliciously against my skin.

I swallowed, my thoughts scattering under the onslaught of sensation. No one had ever been this obsessed with my pleasure before. It was intoxicating. It was terrifying.

“I want your cock,” I blurted out, remembering what he’d said earlier—about how I’d come the second he was inside me.

The green in his eyes flared brighter before his pupils dilated enough to hide it. “Done, wife.” His voice was a dark promise, his hands stilling on my hips. “How do you want it?”

I blinked, heat flooding my cheeks. No one had ever asked me that before. No one had ever cared how I wanted it.