CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE（Untitled）Wranth

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Wranth

Naomi.

Her tight core flutters around my cock, the sensation so delicious my balls pull tight to my body, ready to release. But this can’t end. Not yet. I need more of her, so much more.

My bride becomes my anchor, the one true thing in my world.

My whole life I’ve misjudged everything about myself, my parents, about who I am. I’m not the old Wranth, an unwanted orphan. I’m also not yet this new Wranth, a supposed king.

There’s only one thing I’m sure of, and it’s her.

Naomi.

I am Naomi’s Wranth.

My primal self takes over, bringing me to a place where words mean little compared to the reality of our bodies. Her scent surrounds me. Her lush thighs grip my sides. Her every gasp and moan paints the air with her pleasure. There is only the bounce of her full breasts as we move as one, the satiny feel of her lovely skin. I need nothing more than the look of desire in her beautiful brown eyes, her plump lips parted on a cry of delight.

I pull her onto my cock, anchored by the sweet clench of her velvet heat. The desire to bury myself in her takes over, and I plunge into her again and again, each thrust nothing but pure pleasure.

All the magic of my stud pulses for her, touching her, sucking on her sensitive nub, adding to her delight.

I need this. I need her more than air. She is the very beat of my heart.

My moon bound. My bride.

Naomi.

Faster and faster. I need more of her. My cock can’t bear to be anywhere but buried in the wet heat of her core. The bond in my chest vibrates between us, a plucked string pulled tight. The primal part of me hungers for her, longs to knot and claim.

“Oh, god. Oh, Wranth.” Her fingers dig into my skin, catching on my hair as she clutches at my shoulders. And I love it—I love that she needs this as much as I do.

Her scent grows richer, deeper, mingling with the smell of my orc seed. I suck it in with big gulps, my heart pounding in time with my frantic thrusts.

My bride shatters around my cock, her muscles milking me until my tight balls ache with the need to let go and join her.

I grit my teeth, every muscle in my body straining to hold back, to ride her through the full pleasure of her climax.

She deserves everything. She is my all.

One last sweet whimper falls from her sated lips, and that’s it. I can hold out no more.

I pull her quickly off me, then clamp her to me, my cock thrusting between our stomachs.

“Naomi!”

I roar her name to the heavens as lightning sizzles down my spine and through my balls to pour out of my cock in a white-hot burst of pleasure that goes on and on.

I lie on my back on the soft moss, Naomi on top of me. When she shifts, her soft weight presses against my knot, sending an aftershock of sensation through me.

We’ve been quiet, needing nothing more than kisses and caresses to speak body to body.

I appreciate that she’s given me this space, that she understands my primal side’s need for this kind of physical communication.

My bride stirs, her curls tickling across my skin as she presses a kiss to my chest, then looks me in the eye. “How are you feeling?”

“More centered,” I murmur. “More… myself.”

“Good. That’s good.” She beams at me. “Because your ‘self’ is pretty freaking great.”

The corner of my lips curls.

“But really. That was a lot .” Her smile softens. “As a friend recently reminded me, it’s okay if you’re not okay.”

I brush her cheek. “I need to think about it more and talk to Aldronn.” Who might actually be my cousin, who knows how many times removed.

The wind kicks up, rustling the pines and blowing across us. I find it pleasantly cool since I’m still fully clothed, but my bride shivers.

“You’re cold. We should get dressed.” I push up to sitting, bringing her with me so she sits sideways on my lap, her hip pressed to my knot. But I cannot make myself let go of her quite yet. Her shirt’s still ruched up, her undergarment tugged low, baring her chest. My fingers spread my orc seed from her stomach up over her breasts, teasing over their burgundy-blushed brown peaks until she gives a delightful squirm.

“I don’t think this is what getting dressed looks like,” she gasps.

“I can stop.” I pull my hand away.

“Don’t you dare.” She pulls it right back, her other hand tugging at the back of my head to demand a kiss.

“I know what will keep me warm. A little run.” My bride blinks out of my arms to appear at the edge of the trees on the far side of the clearing. She grins, slow and sultry. “A little chase.”

With a growl, I come up off the ground at a run.

Naomi shrieks and dives between the trees, the lighter soles of her feet flashing, pulling me forward.

She leads me on a merry chase, somehow sensing every time I get near and using her power to flick her several feet ahead. Her husky laugh fills the forest each time, and the primal beast within me delights in the sound, playing for the first time in its life.

Sometimes she moves so far ahead that she disappears from sight, and my tracking magic flares to life, eager to find my prey. I run harder, my heart pumping, my breaths fast and deep.

I feel so fucking alive , and my bride has gifted this to me.

When she finally lets me catch her, I grip her shoulder with my tusks and ride her, hot and hard. The new play made my previous knot reduce, and I pound into her, our bodies smacking together as I thrust deep.

My stud goes to work, sucking on her clit, and my bride shudders below me, crying out her completion.

I groan and pull out to thrust against her glorious ass as I come, covering her once again in my seed, my scent.

My bride.

Mine .