Chapter Sixteen

Durga

Soulbound. The word pierces into my thoughts, circles, and then takes up every inch of my mind. I can think of nothing else.

Damn Kragen, did he put this in my mind with his ridiculous talk of four orclings?

No. The word soulbound would be consuming me right now with or without the seer’s predictions. I see it now… it was there all along, in every fiber of her being, what makes Raisa, Raisa. She’s surrounded by light.

Once I relax my eyes, allow myself to soak her in, her heat, her scent, her image, I see it as clear as the sun in the sky. The soulbond. A wreath of warm welcoming light that seeps through her sleek black hair like a dawn sun rising behind a mountain. A light only I can see.

Tucking Raisa closer, I rock her and purr. What woman, orc or human, would without hesitation choose giving pleasure over receiving it? My soulbound mate.

I gave her the choice, knowing she would give me a sexy smile, glance at the bedroom door, and ask me to lavish my tongue on her pussy. Instead, she didn’t even give that a thought; she was desperate to please me.

Although I told her she only got one choice, I have no intention of leaving her unfulfilled. She’s dripping wet, and was riding my cock shamelessly when I dragged her up my body. She’s settled now. Perhaps it’s my purr that has calmed her. For the moment, she seems content to be curled in my lap, listening to the thump of my heart.

We lay entwined like this as the sun edges lower, bathing the room in golden shadows.

“Raisa?” For some reason I can’t fathom, I’m whispering. “I’m going to carry you to my bed. I hope to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Tell me, do you want me to be your commander or… your lover?”

She makes a little sound that reminds me of a contented puppy, then says, “Whatever you want to be.”

I kiss the top of her head, then rise with her in my arms to stride to the bedroom. This submissive female is perfect. Perfect for me.

She’s allowed herself to acknowledge her submissive side with me. I wonder what will happen when I let the commander go and show her another aspect of myself.

As I lay Raisa gently on the bed, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Her skin glows under the warm light, her hair cascading around her in a shadowed halo. She looks so inviting, so willing to surrender herself to me.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating and begging to be explored. I lower myself onto the bed beside her, my gaze locked on hers, then trace my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw.

A surge of emotion washes over me, the realization that this human, this incredible woman, has willingly given herself to me. It fuels my desire, sparking a fire deep within me.

I lean in and capture her lips with mine, kissing her deeply. Our tongues dance together, exploring and tasting. My hand traces a path down her body, teasingly grazing her breasts before continuing lower.

Raisa’s hands find their way to my back, fingertips pressing into my flesh. She pulls me closer, her body arching against mine, and though I just came, my need intensifies. With one fluid motion, I flip us over so she’s beneath me, my weight on my forearms and knees to keep from crushing her.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her jawline and along the column of her throat. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips, the rapid beat echoing the urgency within us both. My hands cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as I tease her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

Raisa’s moans fill the room, her body arching further into my touch. I capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh. Gripping my hair, she pulls me closer as her hips move against mine in need.

I trail kisses down her body, leaving a trail of fire in my wake. I follow every path I kissed with another journey as I carve with the tip of my right tusk. It’s far too blunt to harm her, but there’s something about it that makes her squirm and pant with need.

I worship every inch of her, savoring the taste of her skin, the heady scent of her desire. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I part them gently, reveling in the sight of her glistening folds.

I take my time, tracing delicate circles on her inner thighs with my fingertips. Raisa’s hips lift, a silent plea for more. I oblige, my tongue darting out to taste her, to revel in the feel of her slick heat against my mouth.

Her moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each flick of my tongue. My hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as she writhes beneath me.

I lose myself in her taste, her texture, her sounds of pleasure. Drinking in every drop of her arousal, I savor the way she pulses against my tongue. Raisa’s bliss becomes my sole focus, the only thing that matters in this moment.

The moment I slip two fingers into her drenched channel, she reaches her climax, her body convulsing in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. I continue to lap at her, prolonging her release, until she finally collapses onto the bed, her breathing ragged.

I crawl up her body, pressing kisses along her flushed skin as I pull her into my arms. We lay entwined, our breathing slowly steadying. The air is thick with the scent of our lovemaking, a mix of musk and desire that envelopes us. I hold her close, providing a sense of safety and comfort with my presence and my purr as we bask in the aftermath of our passion.

As our heartbeats slow and our bodies relax, I can feel a sense of contentment wash over us. Raisa nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck, her breath warm against my skin. I tug her onto her side so I can gently stroke the channel of her spine, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice soft and filled with genuine gratitude. “That was… no one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

I tighten my hold on her, a surge of protectiveness welling up within me.

The moment transforms from tenderness to desire. Leaning in, I capture her lips in a lingering kiss, sharing the taste of her that still lingers on my tongue. It’s a slow, sensual kiss that speaks volumes without any words. Our lips dance together, tongues mingling in passion as we lose ourselves in each other once more.

I break the kiss to cup her cheeks in my palms and connect our gazes. Trailing my lips down her jawline and along the curve of her neck, I plant feather-light kisses along the way. The taste of her skin on my lips is addictive, intoxicating. Yet I crave more.

With a gentle nudge, I guide her onto her back, positioning myself above her. Our bodies align perfectly, fitting like two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be together. I can feel the heat of her desire radiating off her, matching my own hunger and need.

Placing myself at her entrance, I plunge into her wet heat with one long thrust, a low growl escaping my throat. She gasps, her eyes widening with pleasure as I fill her completely. We find our rhythm quickly, the pace building with each movement, each delicious stroke.

The smell of our arousal hangs in the air, mixing with the sweet citrus scent of her skin. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I inhale deeply, reveling in the heady mixture. It only serves to fuel the fire burning inside me, driving me to push her further, to take her to the edge of ecstasy.

Her hands grip the sheets, her body arching off the bed as I hit her sweet spot over and over again. The room fills with the sounds of our love, the slap of our bodies colliding, our moans of enjoyment, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a primal hunger to possess her even more completely.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of sensation along my skin that only intensify my desire. Her walls tighten around me, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation of release. I increase my pace, driving myself deeper, chasing the edge of oblivion.

Her cries grow louder, filling the room with the symphony of our passion. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body on the precipice of orgasm. With one hand tangled in her hair, I tilt her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat to my hungry lips.

I kiss and nip and slide my tusks along her sensitive skin, marking her as my own as I thrust into her with renewed vigor. The sweet scent of sweat and musk fills my nostrils, combining with the taste of her on my lips, overwhelming my senses.

I can feel her tightening around me, her body convulsing in ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her. The contractions of her inner walls draw me deeper, pushing me past the brink. With one final thrust, I spill my own release as I growl in pleasure and triumph.

We collapse together, our bodies spent and sated. I hold her close, basking in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking. Our breaths gradually slow, our heartbeats syncing as we cherish this intimate moment.

In this moment, there is no orc and human, no differences or barriers. It is just us. It’s barely been a day since we met. Mentioning our soulbond would be madness, but I see it now, the red haze I see around her body confirms what I’d already discovered—she’s my soulbond mate. She’ll be mine forever.

The idea of four orclings terrified her, and that was just the ravings of a wolven she’d never met. If I tell her we’re inextricably tied to each other after we’ve known each other such a short time, it wouldn’t bring her closer, it would make her want to run away. I won’t mention it until the time is right, when she’s ready to hear it. I’ll just show her with every breath and every action how dear she is to me.