Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

PIPER

" H arder," I whisper, staring into his brown eyes with complete trust.

His mate. He wants me, to be with me, forever. That's what mating means. I asked Ruby, and she summoned a book on orc customs from her store that I spent the whole night reading.

Still, he doesn't move, staring down at me like he's terrified.

"I want you to take me hard, my orc," I demand. "Take me like you mean it, mate."

That's what the book said orcs mated like. Demanding. Hard.

I took off my underwear as soon as I read it.

"Fuck, Piper."

He moves so quick I gasp. I slide out of him as he wrenches me around, then takes an arm and knocks everything off the table.

I can't find that I care. He shoves me onto the table in place of the table settings, and I moan as his hands grip my hips, pulling me close.

"I'm going to take you like the orc-mate you are," he growls.

One huge green hand spans the width of my wrists, and he pins them above my head, so tall that he barely has to stretch to do it. Like this, on my knees, I'm forced to have my ass up in the air, and he laughs, then blows a breath of cold air against my hot pussy.

"Oh, goddess," I moan.

Then he slowly presses into me, and I whimper again.

"Tell me if it's too much," he says roughly. "I'll be careful if I can, Piper."

"Fuck me harder," I grate out.

He swears, the slow rhythm he started turning jerky. Turning harder.

"Come inside me," I continue, getting wetter with every stroke of his cock. "I want to feel you so deep."

He slams into me at that, and we both groan, my toes curling.

I raise my hips up higher, encouraging him. "Show me I'm yours, Ga'Rek," I tell him, close to coming again.

And he does—releasing my hands, his arm curling around my hips until he finds my clit again, working me with his fingers as he rams into me.

When I come again, he does too.

This time, though, he doesn't take me to the bathroom. Doesn't clean it up, doesn't pull out.

No, he gingerly carries me into my bed—our bed.

We doze together for a few hours, and when I wake up with him hard inside me again, I'm more than ready for another round.

"We're taking the day off tomorrow," I tell him breathlessly.

"The week."

"The week?" I ask.

He slides out of me, and my back arches off the bed. "The week, my heart. We will do this for a week, prepare for the autumn festival, and take as many breaks to make each other come as we need. You need this fat orc cock, don't you?"

"The week," I agree. "The week sounds good."

The sun's climbing outside the window before we take a long enough break to write a hastily scrawled sign declaring The Pixie's Perch closed to prepare for the festival.

The only thing I'm concerned about filling right now isn't a pastry at all.