Chapter Thirteen

EVIE

A fter our reunion, there was no chance that we were making anymore headway that day. Torgan declared that we needed to stop, reset the the trip and make new plans. After I glared at him, he did the male equivalent of patting me on the head and reassuring me that any plan would never include sacrificing Breac. I didn't care for his attitude, but I was happy about the end result so I went along with it. It helped that Torgan settled us in a barn, owned by rebel sympathizers, away from the main body of Torgan's army so we wouldn't be overheard.

My life had certainly changed since coming here from my world. Instead of worrying about bills, rents, and asshole bosses, I was happy to have a stable to make love to my orc mate. I didn't even know orcs existed or other worlds and here I was, bonding with one and planning to stay here forever. Me, who didn't even have a family that I spent time with back in my own world and held myself back from making friends. But Breac was perfect for me. We each had been alone in our worlds, for different reasons, but we seemed to fit together perfectly. We give each other the family we've always wanted, and I get someone who will put me first.

Breac has shown me over and over that he has a strong protective streak and I'm the lucky recipient of that care. Another female might feel smothered, but I spent my life being neglected. I liked the attention. And Breac, in his own way, has been alone. He needed me to put him first, too, and I intended to show him that he was my priority.

And my first act as his mate was to show how much he meant to me.

The lantern cast a soft glow in the dim stable light. The smell of sweet hay and wood permeated the air, but all I focused on was Breac's scent, the same one that had comforted me since the night I stumbled into his camp less than a week ago. His heated gaze roved over me, making me shiver with anticipation. My breasts felt heavy and swollen, already begging for his touch, his tongue, and my core pulsed with desire for him, begging to be filled. But first, I wanted to explore my sexy mate.

I dropped the cloak that I had worn over the tunic and oversized brown linen trousers someone had found for me to wear. Breac's eyes flared and his fists clenched, but he didn't move, only waited for my next move. I smiled coyly and unlaced the tunic, slowly, one string at a time, my eyes never leaving his.

Breac remained still, his intense gaze locked on me as I revealed myself to him. The fabric of my tunic slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the thin shift underneath. His nostrils flared slightly, a primal instinct stirring within him, but he held himself in check.

I stepped closer, the lantern light casting a warm glow on our entwined forms. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to touch me, to pull me close and lose himself in the passion that simmered between us. But he hesitated, the weight of his past burdens pressing down on him even in this moment of intimacy.

I reached out a hand, tracing the lines of his strong jaw, feeling the rough texture of his skin beneath my fingertips. Breac closed his eyes briefly at the touch, a rare vulnerability flickering across his features before he masked it once more with his stoic expression.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips softly against his, feeling the tension in him gradually melt away with each gentle kiss. His restraint broke, and he pulled me closer, his hands finding their way to my waist, drawing me flush against his solid frame. The heat between us intensified, a palpable energy crackling in the air as we surrendered to the desire that had been building since our paths first crossed.

Breac's kiss was fierce yet tender, a blend of need and adoration that seared through me. I tangled my fingers in his coarse, dark hair, savoring the sensation of his lips moving hungrily against mine. In that moment, all the pain of our pasts, all the shadows that haunted us, faded into insignificance. There was only us—two souls bound by a love that defied our pasts.

As the kiss deepened, a low growl rumbled in Breac's chest, vibrating against me and sending a thrill down my spine. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour, his touch both gentle and demanding. I gasped as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of my waist and hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin there, sending waves of desire coursing through me.

His fingers delved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. I arched into his touch, needing more, yearning for the connection only he could provide.

Breac broke our kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. My breath hitched as he nipped at my skin with his sharp teeth, eliciting a low moan from me. His hands traveled further down, grasping my hips and pulling me closer to him, our bodies aligning perfectly.

The heat between us was now a raging inferno, and I could feel the hungry need in him building to a feverish pitch. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his erection, feeling the hardness of his desire pulse against my hand. In response, he growled low in his throat, his body shaking with the force of his need.

He moved to pick me up, but I moved back. "Not yet. This is my time."

He frowned but dropped his hands. I stepped back up to him, letting my fingers caress his body, feeling the heat radiating from him, the firm muscles, the ridges of the scars he'd gained in his years as the king's executioner, because that's what he'd been. A whipping boy for the king, handing out punishments on behalf of the king, but it was also his own punishment. My heart ached for the pain he'd suffered, still suffered, and I pressed my lips to each one of those scars, tracing them with fingers, lips, tongue until I had covered each and every one of them.

I tasted salt before I was done, and Breac tilted my chin up to look at him. "Don't cry for me, lass. Everything I did, everything I suffered brought me to you. I wouldn't give up any of it because I wouldn't have you."

He leaned down and kissed me with a tenderness I hadn't expected and the bond that I had only felt lightly surged within me, hot, strong and powerful. I staggered under its power, grabbing a hold of Breac to steady me.

He smirked at me. "It's a powerful feeling, isn't it?"

"I never expected it, but I feel you. Here." I pointed to my heart, where I felt his intense protectiveness, love, and fierce desire for me.

With a sudden movement, he picked me up, carrying me over to the nearest bale of hay. He laid me down gently, the hay giving just enough to make me feel safe and supported. Breac loomed over me, his eyes burning with a passion that was both frightening and exhilarating. He stripped my trousers off and tossed them to the side, leaving me completely bare to his gaze.

With a low, guttural sound, Breac settled between my legs, his dark eyes never leaving mine, his firm erection prodded my core. He bent and took the tip of one breast in his mouth, sucking hard. I arched into him, a loud moan escaping my lips. My hands fisted in his hair, urging him deeper, harder. He responded in kind, pulling me closer, taking more of me into his mouth. My body trembled with the surge of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire.

Breac continued his assault on my sensitive nipple, his tongue flicking over the hard peak, his teeth nipping gently. I twisted beneath him, my hips rising to meet his mouth, needing more. He drove me wild with his ravenous hunger, his lips and teeth, his tongue. I was gasping, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything within me screamed for more, for him. I ached for his touch, for him to be inside of me. But Breac wasn't done with me yet.

Breac lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire. He kissed his way down my body until he reached the juncture of my thighs, his gaze never leaving mine. I moaned as he skimmed his fingers along my sensitive skin, sending shivers up my spine. His fingers trailed down, and he gently spread me open, revealing the wetness between my legs.

He blew on me, making me jolt and giggle, but his eyes never left mine. He reached down, his fingers brushing my clit, making my hips buck uncontrollably.

"I'm going to make you come," he said, his voice deep and rough. "And when I do, I want to hear you scream my name."

I nodded, unable to utter a word. His fingers continued their circular motion, rubbing my clit in firm, rhythmic strokes. I felt my body begin to respond, my core tightening as the pleasure built up within me.

"Oh, Breac," I moaned, arching my back and clawing at the hay below me. "Please, more."

Breac smiled, his eyes glinting with lust. He slid one finger inside me, slowly at first, then increasing the pace. I cried out, my body shuddering with pleasure as he expertly fingered me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me wide and filling me completely. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the ecstasy building within me.

"Breac," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm going to come."

He smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good. Come for me."

His fingers continued their relentless pace, and I suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over me. I screamed his name, my body convulsing as I was swept up in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Breac watched me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face, as I rode the wave of pleasure before finally collapsing back onto the hay.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You taste like honey, love," he whispered hoarsely. "I could drink you in forever."

I shivered at his words, feeling a new wave of desire wash over me. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, as I pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled together as Breac kissed me, his body still hard and eager against mine.

When our lips finally parted, I saw a look of pure lust in his eyes. "I need you inside of me," I whispered. "Please, Breac. Take me now."

Breac smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as his body pressed against mine, our passion igniting and spreading through the dim stable. His thighs parted my legs, giving him access to the slick, heated core that begged for his touch.

"You're mine," Breac growled, his voice thick with desire. His fingers brushed against my most sensitive spots, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

I gasped, my back arching off the hay, my hips bucking against his hand. "Yes," I cried out, my voice ragged and needy. "Please, Breac."

He smiled, a dark, possessive smile that sent shivers down my spine. "I know you're mine, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice molten with lust. "But I want to hear you say it."

I nodded, my breath coming in small, ragged gasps. "I'm yours, Breac," I whispered, moaning as he entered me. "Take me."

Breac groaned, his eyes flashing with fierce desire as he thrust into me, his rhythm strong and powerful. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails digging into his back, urging him deeper.

I clung to him, my eyes locked with his, as he took me higher and higher, until I was on the edge of a climax that was so intense it scared me. Then I flew over the precipice, my body arching and clenching around Breac as I screamed his name, coming so hard.

My orgasm triggered Breac, and I felt him come inside me, his release shuddering through him as he cried out my name. His body shook with the force of his passion, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He exploded within me, his seed spilling deep inside, marking me as his mate forever.

As our bodies collapsed onto the hay, I buried my face in his neck, panting heavily. My heart was pounding fiercely in my chest, my senses reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. Breac's warmth surrounded me, his heartbeat syncing with mine, and I knew I was home.

We lay there, entwined in each other's arms, our breathing slowing down, our hearts still pounding with a fierce love. The bond between us was as strong as ever, a constant reminder of our connection. Breac's hand traced gentle circles on my back, his touch soothing and comforting.

"Are you alright?" Breac asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.

I nodded, turning to look at him. "I'm more than alright, Breac. I'm with you, and that's all that matters."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Then let's never leave this stable, love. Here, with you-" he paused, his hand gliding down my side, "-I've found my true home."

I smiled, returning his grin. "Forever. Together."

Breac leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. Our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one.

And as the night closed in around us, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, I was safe in Breac's arms, and nothing could ever tear us apart.