Chapter 14

Hannah

My breathing was coming rapidly, and it made my chest ache dully, but I ignored all that. It was easy to when you had an orc between your thighs who was hellbent on wringing every single drop of pleasure from your flesh. His tongue was just the right amount of rough and bumpy, and his finger curled each time he pushed it inside and made me see stars. Blade had figured out all the right spots in just a day; sex with him was incomparable.

“Ah,” I groaned when he kept up the pace and licked me through one orgasm and straight into the next. I jerked on his shoulders, my blunt nails scratching him, but he did not seem to mind. As he added a second finger and stretched me, I knew this time was going to be rough, but he was taking his sweet time preparing me.

His grin was downright devilish when he rose and pulled his fingers from my core. He raised the glistening digits to his mouth and took his sweet time licking those clean, and only once he’d gotten the last drop did he lower his hands to his hips. “Ah, how I love the way you look right now, my sweet mate.” He flicked open the button on his pants and freed his thick, dark green cock with a growl. “But you’ll look even prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

He was always pushing my buttons, but I was starting to realize how much I needed that, how much I liked it when he did. It made me feel alive. It made me feel like I was powerful when he challenged me. So I lifted a foot, still tangled with my pants, and opened myself up to him in invitation. I didn’t say anything, just quirked a brow, but that was all he needed.

With a rough growl, his expression deadly serious, he cupped my hips and lined us up. He sank deep with a fierce thrust, his ridges and bumps stroking along my walls. As he bottomed out, pleasure skated up my spine and spiraled through my belly. And then that tickler of his flicked through my folds and found my clit. I shouted as my pleasure skyrocketed.

The pace he set was rough and fast, his body slamming into mine as he staked his claim. That’s what this was, a claiming. I could feel each bump and reach, and each fierce stroke brushed his extra appendage through my folds in the most tantalizing way. I could feel the slap of his balls, heard the lewd sounds we made as our bodies clashed.

All that while balanced on the saddle of his bike, my left foot tangled with my pants, the other pinned to his chest by one big hand. The fire flecks of gold that danced in his dark eyes made me feel like was looking at stars, at a constellation that was mine alone. My body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and then an orgasm burst. Ribbons of pleasure dancing through my flesh, fireworks in my head.

It was all perfect, and it seemed to last forever as I remained hooked in his gaze. He shouted with his own release, my name, followed by all the sweet pet names he’d called me by and then some. His seed was warm and thick, and I could feel it as his cock kicked with each spurt. He was breathing fast, eyes still gleaming as we both hung in that moment as long as we could.

“I love you, Hannah,” he murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled over us in the aftermath. “I do,” he said more firmly when I didn’t immediately respond, too surprised by that declaration to be able to form a coherent sentence. Especially not after that mind-blowing sex. His hands were gentle as he helped me get my legs into a more comfortable position, gentle when he withdrew his cock.

I was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened when he pulled a rag out of his saddlebags and started to gently clean me. “Oh, Blade…” I sighed, grabbing hold of his hand to still his motion. I pulled on his fingers so I could press his palm against my chest. “I didn’t know it could happen like this. But I think it’s about time I embrace life, don’t you?” He nodded roughly, his eyes dark rather than flecked with gold, as he waited for me to say my piece.

“I love you too,” I said, mouth going dry as I said those daring words. I hadn’t often said that to previous partners; I’d always thought I was too reserved to fall head over heels. Blade had proven me wrong, he’d made me want so much in such a short time. I was ready to have all that and to give him all he needed in return.

“Ah, that makes me so happy, lass,” he drawled, his ever-present smirk spreading; dimples popping. “You have made me the happiest orc in all of Mirock.” He drew me into his arms, holding me in a tight embrace as he rocked us together. Then we kissed, and passion spiraled and heated.

It wasn’t until several hours later that we finally managed to leave that clearing, but I didn’t regret a single minute. Even the mild hints of soreness between my thighs after that much sex didn’t detract from the afterglow. I had my orc, and he was certain I’d have him for the rest of his life and mine. If I ever had the chance to thank the hostess at that bed-and-breakfast, I’d make sure she knew how grateful I was for urging me to make a wish.