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Chapter 24

Elodie

Nothing had prepared me for the sight of Ortak’s cock. I can’t say I’m mad either. He’s long and thick and while the knot at the base of it is a smidge intimidating at first glance, my pussy throbs in anticipation of what it’ll feel like stretching me. A shiver rolls down my spine as I imagine how fucking tight the fit will be.

I lay back and beckon him to come to me. My chest rises and falls, and slickness runs out of me. I’ve never been more aroused. Ortak’s gaze travels over me, heating each inch of my flesh. I let him look his fill just as I had done with him. I may not be the first human he’s seen naked, but our coming together will be because of love, not hate.

“Touch me, please.”

Ortak starts with my breasts. He gently kneads them, plucking and tugging on my nipples, already an expert at what brings me pleasure. A heavy tension settles low in my belly. My clit throbs with need.

“You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen.” The reverence in his voice ramps up my arousal to another level. Has anyone ever looked at me with such adoration? Such longing? Such love?

“I love you, my sivalla,” Ortak says as though reading my mind.

“I love you, too.”

He grows bolder. More persuasive. He draws out my pleasure with every touch, bringing my release closer to the surface. Another flick against my sensitive nipple makes me gasp in pleasure. It’s still not enough though.

“More,” I beg.

Ortak gives it to me. He lowers his head and laves my breast with his tongue. Its mate is given the same pleasure. Slowly, he licks his way down my stomach but doesn’t go any lower, and I practically whimper with the denial.

“I want to look at you another moment, sivalla. To take in your beauty and know that before this night is over, we will be true mates.”

“Yes.”

Ortak’s heated gaze burns right through me. Finally, he takes pity on me and snaps off the claws of two of his fingers with his teeth.

“Touch my clit. Please.”

He circles the sensitive bit of flesh, and a shudder runs through me. “You like this, my sivalla?”

I stutter out a breathy moan in response, and my head nods in a jerky movement. “God yes.”

All I can focus on is the pleasure. The want. The need. I want to rub myself harder against Ortak’s fingers. Anything to increase the pressure and friction. My hips roll, seeking more. His finger glides through my slickness, and he presses the thick digit inside me. Soon, I’m writhing beneath him, my body screaming for release. I reach for it in desperation.

Ortak continues his torment but adds to it by sliding a second thick finger inside me. The fullness, along with the tingling bundle of nerves he circles with his thumb, are too much. It pushes me over the edge and sends me soaring.

My back arches, and I cry out as my climax hits. I collapse in an exhausted, sweaty heap, my breathing heavy and loud. I open my eyes and meet Ortak’s. Silver flashes fill the charcoaled depths that stare back at me. They’re so bright and beautiful I can almost see my own reflection in them.

Despite my release, I need more. I need him to fill me. I drag my hand down his chest, briefly teasing the hard bump of his nipple. My fingers dip into the valleys that form his abs. Ortak’s breath catches, but he doesn’t stop my exploration.

“Will you touch all of me, sivalla?”

I smile coyly. “Every last inch.”

Moving downward, I finally reach my destination. My palm circles Ortak’s thickness and I stroke his length with long, slow movements. I dip my finger in the fluid that drips from his slit and coat as much of his cock as I can with it. The lubrication lets my hand glide up and down easier than before. The sounds he makes spur me on. I want Ortak to experience as much pleasure as he’s given me.

I squeeze him gently in an attempt to discover the right amount of pressure that will bring him to the edge. The groan that spills from his lips tells me when I find it.

“No more, sivalla, or I will spill my seed far too soon.”

“We definitely don’t want that to happen.” I smile up at him. “Fill me up then.”

That’s all Ortak needs to hear. He positions himself at my entrance and thrusts deeply, only stopping when his knot butts up against my pussy.

“Keep going,” I gasp out with desire. “Give it all to me.”