CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

A lost look flickers over Sturrm’s face for several moments. Carajo! I hate it. He’s doubting himself again—I just know it. I’m so angry that he didn’t give me the chance to make my own decision about this whole married thing, but I can tell none of this was a rejection of me.

No. Sturrm’s rejecting himself .

I have to snap him out of it, but how do you break through twenty years of mistaken belief? The adults all those years ago told him Bruna’s death wasn’t his fault, friends and family must have repeated it over the years, and I said as much only a few days ago. None of it’s ever penetrated that stubborn skull.

If words won’t work, I guess I better use something more primal, something that grabs him by the cojones and doesn’t let go.

So I strip, making my best show of it, shimmying my hips in salsa moves perfected on the rare nights I let myself go dancing.

Heat and hunger fill his eyes. I want more—I want his love—but anything’s better than that lost look.

When he finally moves, anger and joy and desire swirl through me in a heady rush. My blood heats as he sweeps me up and kisses me hard and fast.

“You don’t play fair,” he says.

I almost laugh. Fuck fair! I’m fighting to win the man I love. “You don’t deserve fair after what you hid from me.” I bite his lip. “I’m still mad at you.”

He frowns. “But you started this.”

“Anger doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” I slide the hand trapped between us around to stroke my palm over the bulge in his pants. “It just means I want you hard.”

“Selena—”

“No.” I can’t let him turn away from me. If I do, I’ll lose him forever. I give him a firm squeeze, his cock huge and hard and filling my hand. “Fuck me, Sturrm. Fuck me hard. I want you on me, in me, and I want you now.”

He growls, taking my mouth in a punishing kiss I feel all the way to my toes. I push eagerly against him. This is exactly what I want—him here and present and unable to deny the connection between us .

My hands fist in his shirt, tugging, demanding skin. My clit gives an insistent throb, tingling like wild.

Sturrm groans, and the world spins as he tips us over with perfect control, my back touching the furs gently for all his speed. He rears over me, reaching back over his shoulder to yank his shirt off over his head.

My hands go right back to the front of his pants, working at the fastening as quickly as I can.

His cock springs forward, slapping my stomach in its eagerness.

Creamy fluid coats my skin, and the fire in my blood roars into an inferno. My core clenches, aching and empty. Instead of trying to get his pants all the way off, I wrap a hand around his girth and bring him straight to me, pushing aside the central piece of my lace thong.

With a growl, his hand takes over, gripping his cock and sliding the head up and down my folds with strong strokes that spread more of the aphrodisiac fluid over me. Each time he brushes over my clit, an explosion of tingles goes through me, arching my back. A wail tears from my throat as he concentrates his motions there, circling my sensitive spot over and over, then pressing against it. There’s so much orc seed pouring out of him that the satiny skin of the head feels like a tongue flattened to give me the firmest lick of my life.

The little explosions of each touch are a string of firecrackers before this, the main event. My orgasm bursts through me, rushing outward to fill all of me like a huge firework blossoming across the sky .

I wail, uncaring there’s no door. A thin piece of wood wouldn’t do much good anyway, since he’s made me scream so loudly.

When I can finally open my eyes, Sturrm’s still above me. The look on his face makes my heart skip, heat and possessiveness filling his gaze.

Yes , I grip his shoulder, speaking to him with my body, I’m yours . Then I pull him to me. It doesn’t matter that I just came—I’m empty and wanting, the orc seed keeping me at a fever pitch. “Nice start. But you have a lot more to make up to me.”

He growls and shifts until he’s at my entrance. Big, so unbelievably big, his thick cock stretches me so wide it steals my breath with its perfection.

Sturrm groans, deep and guttural, and his hips snap forward, burying him deep.

“Yes!” I scream.

Then all words are lost as sensation overwhelms me.

The first time we were together was amazing, a careful mutual seduction teased across my skin.

This time there’s nothing but fire.

He growls with each thrust. When I start to slide across the furs, he slips a hand under my lower back to cup my ass and hold me in place.

My knees raise, splaying wide as his hips pound against me with meaty slaps. I claw at his shoulders, half lifting off the furs, my nipples begging to be crushed against his firm chest.

Fast like this, the twin lines of his ball piercings trace extra licks of fire with each withdrawal. Then a hum of magic flickers to life between us as his stud comes to life. A little mouth closes over my clit, and its sucking, fluttering pulses drive me wild.

I gasp, unable to get enough breath, little noises torn from my mouth with each thrust, animal noises I’ve never heard myself make before.

The sweet milky smell of orc seed fills my nose, and the salt of his skin flavors my tongue. My heart races, trying to keep up with the constant shocks of delight.

“Selena,” Sturrm growls over and over, my name a chant to the goddess of pleasure. “Selena.”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m yours.”

My words unlock an even wilder side of him. Sturrm comes down on top of me, his weight a glorious pressure. He blocks out the rest of the world until he’s all I can see, all I can feel. I relish in it, rocking my breasts against his firm muscles, my nipples sensitive and tingling. I lick at the salty smoothness of his skin, then sink my teeth into his pectoral.

His hips snap forward, burying him so deep he hits my cervix in a tap that’s part pleasure, part pain, and all overwhelming sensation. His stud fastens more tightly over my clit, sucking and sucking and…

I scream his name, head tipped backward, back arching up against him as my inner muscles flutter around his hard cock. The pleasure intensifies, making me squirt, a thing I’ve never done with anyone but Sturrm. The tingling warmth in my core spirals outward, filling my entire body with delight.