Chapter 39

My heart hammers in my chest as Thorn's lips crash into mine. I can taste how much he fears losing us. How much he fears failing his clan.

His massive hands roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I'm lost in the sensation of his touch—the roughness of his calloused fingers against the soft skin of my hips. He dips his hands beneath my pajama shirt and tugs my pants down.

My blood runs hot—too hot. I'm uncomfortable. I need off of these clothes; I need his hands on me. All over me.

I shoot my arms up. With a low growl, Thorn tugs the shirt over my head—a little too hard. He stares at my bra and traces the cup with his fingertip.

"What is this flimsy thing?"

"It's called a bra."

"I hate it."

Thorn hooks a finger around a strap and pulls it down. Slowly, he reveals my breast and then my hard nipple. He does the same with the other side and I hurry to unhook it—something tells me he would have no remorse for ripping it apart.

My bare breasts tighten in the cool air. Thorn sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in amazement.

I never felt so sexy.

"I was blessed. You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. He leans down to take one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until it hardens into a tight peak.

I gasp, my back arching involuntarily. Heat curls between my hips, making my panties slick, and we've only begun.

Thorn's hands continue to explore my body, sliding down to my hips and then lower still. He grips my ass, pulling me flush to him. Desire grows inside me, making my nerve endings buzz.

The hardness of his cock presses against me and I whimper with need. No matter how much I squirm, I can't rub myself against him. I want to touch him, to feel his skin against mine, but he's holding me too tightly.

Reaching up, I run my fingers through his thick, black hair. It's soft and silky, just like I imagined it would be. I tug, pulling his head back to look into his eyes. They're filled with a hunger that takes my breath away.

His thumbs hook on my waistband and he pushes it down. I step out of my pants, vibrating with need. Thorn does the same with my panties and I'm not even ashamed when my wetness sticks to the inside of my thighs.

Thorn's fingers slide between my thighs, starting near my knees and climbing so very slowly. Electricity courses through me when his fingertips brush my pussy. My hips buck. Pleasure fills my head.

It's pure bliss.

He explores my pussy, gathering my wetness and trying different rhythms. I jerk every time he touches my clit and soon, he pinpoints his entire attention there. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction.

His thick finger prods against my entrance, dragging my arousal to my clit. I'm so wet, it's easy to glide over his finger. I'm so close, I can feel the tension building inside me. My pussy tries to take his finger in, but he always knows when to pull back. I groan in frustration.

And his cock. It keeps twitching against my leg; it"s huge and needy and I can't reach it.

"Please, Thorn," I gasp, my voice ragged with need. "I want to touch you."

"First, you cream my hand," he murmurs against the hollow of my throat. "Then you'll cream my cock." And he presses against my clit and I explode.

I've come before, of course. After leaving New Obernzell, I tried to have a few experiences. None of them worth remembering. Nothing that felt like this.

My entire body floats. I shake, my nails digging into his shoulders. My hips move on their own, prolonging the pleasure. I moan and I cry out. His hand covers my mouth, muffling the sounds.

"Shh." He has a mischievous glint in his eyes when our gazes meet. "Don't wake Eirik."

My body stiffens. I had completely forgotten about Eirik! I press my lips together as Thorn lowers his hand.

Folding an arm around my waist, Thorn lays me down on the soft furs. His eyes blaze with desire. I part my legs, allowing him closer. His hot breath skitters up my thighs. His tusks are cold and hard, a sharp contrast to Thorn's hot and soft tongue.

I gasp as his tongue flicks against my clit, sending waves of bliss coursing through me. He works me with his mouth, as if he's studied me his whole life. Slowly, he pushes a thick finger inside me. I can feel myself building towards another release as he hooks his finger, stretching me deliciously.

I moan, then clamp my mouth shut. Thorn spreads my knees and inserts a second finger. My jaw drops and it takes everything in me not to moan. He picks up speed, his eyes fastened on my face, studying my every reaction.

Looking down, I almost come apart at the sight. Thorn laps at my clit, his eyes on me, one of his hands between my legs, the other curled around my thigh.

"What is it, Spitfire?" he asks, his voice hoarse with lust. "Don't you have nothing to say? That's a first."

I chuckle. "I actually do," I say, tilting my hips. Pressure grows inside me; the wet sound of his fingers moving drives me closer to the edge. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Then say it."

I lick my lips and meet his eyes. "Can I taste your cock, my king?"

He groans, his eyes squeezing shut. His shoulders stiffen. The muscles of his arms bulge. I grin, glad I have this power over him.

"This title never sounded so dirty," he says as he pumps harder inside me. He reaches up with his other hand to grab my breast.

"So, can I?" I ask again, breathless.

"Not yet. I need to be inside you first."

Thorn adds a third finger, and I gasp. I'm so full. So full I can't step away from the edge.

I cover my mouth with my hands as my body shudders with another climax. Fireworks explode inside me. It takes everything in me not to scream. My hips keep bucking against his hand, searching for more.

"Please," I hiss between clenched teeth. My nails scratch his shoulders as I desperately try to bring him closer. "Please, fuck me already."

Thorn slides his fingers out of me. He waits until I meet his eyes, then licks his fingers clean. My pussy clenches around nothing, already desperate for more. I groan.

He props himself over me and kisses me hard. "As many times as you want, Spitfire."

Thorn, usually so controlled, snaps when he sits back. It's like he finally lets go. His eyes burn as he manhandles me closer, spreading my legs wider. Finally, he shoves his pants down.

His cock springs free. And I can't help but gasp. Pushing off my elbows, I stare, studying every inch of its gloriously thick length.

Thorn's cock is huge and pretty thick, too. The head is narrower, but I'm pretty sure I can't take it all. The color is the same as the rest of his body, and veins curl around it, so thick that I wonder if I'll be able to feel them.

He pushes his cock down between my legs. It's then that I see it.

Around the base of his cock, there's a sort of appendage. At first, it looks like loose skin, but it swells with every passing second, growing into a bulbous… situation.

"What's that?" I breathe out, my fingers itching to touch it.

Thorn follows my line of sight. "It's a knot," he says, his voice strained, as if he's holding back. "It locks up together to increase the chance of pregnancy." He says this last part in a single breath.

His cockhead touches my pussy. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, my legs jerking.

"Pregnancy?" I ask, my voice flimsy, my gaze on his cock.

He shakes his head once. "Never seen an orc-human child, if that's what you're worried about." He nudges at my entrance with his big cock and meets my eyes. "Let me fuck you, Spitfire. I need to be inside you."

I nod and he moves his hips. His cockhead stretches me to the maximum until it enters me. I gasp as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, his thickness filling me. My fingers curl on the pelts. Even after he finger-fucked me with three fingers, it's still a tight fit.

"Oh, wow," I breathe out, my lungs locked. I'm full. I'm so full, I can't breathe.

Thorn works me slowly, his jaw clenched hard, his body quivering with the effort of being patient. He raises my hips off the bed, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as he groans with my tightness. I can see the tension in his muscles, the effort it takes for him to hold back.

We're gasping a minute later. His cock enters me inch by tight inch. He pulls back, then slides in again. I bite down on my lip. There's no way I can fit more of him. It feels like he's halfway up my belly.

When I look down, I can see I'm nowhere near his knot. He's really that big.

And I need more of him.

"Please," I beg, my voice trembling with need. "I need you. All of you."

With a roar, Thorn changes. He unleashes himself. His hips buck hard. I gasp, but I'm wet enough to take more of him. Thorn pulls back and spears me again. My blood burns, but I spread my legs, shamelessly asking for more. Thorn thrusts again. He has no mercy.

I asked for all of him, and that's what he's going to give me.

He stretches me to the maximum, but it's pure bliss. My mouth drops open and I'm in heaven. This is like nothing I've ever experienced. Thorn's fingers curl around my hips and he holds me off the mattress. I feel him everywhere. He fills every part of me.

And then he fucks me.

I slap both hands over my mouth to muffle the sounds, but it's all I can do to stop myself from screaming. I cry out as I climax again and again, my body overwhelmed, tingling. My nerve endings buzz, electric.

Thorn manhandles me so I'm sitting on his lap. He holds me around my waist, moving me up and down on his cock with ease. I can only hold on to him and race into another orgasm. I clamp my teeth around his shoulder and moan through another climax.

My clit hits his knot and I know that he's close to the edge. He holds me so hard I know I'll be bruised, and I love it.

With a final thrust, Thorn shoves me down on his cock and he roars deep in his chest. His cock spurts inside me, hot and thick and… a lot. A lot, a lot.

He keeps coming until it bursts out of my pussy, running down his cock. I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase. The hot sensation of his come slipping out of me brings me over the edge one last time.

White lights pop in the back of my eyelids. My body is hypersensitive for a second—too much pleasure at once—and then I go limp. My mind blanks.

Thorn rubs his cheek against mine, his breath warm against my skin. Gently, so gently I almost forget how he just fucked me silly, Thorn lies me down again.

"I know what you're doing," I whisper, my body heavy. "Morga said you're marking me."

He hesitates and meets my eyes. "Yes. I want everyone to know you're mine. If anyone hurts you, they'll have to deal with me."

I smile, my heart fluttering. Stretching my neck, I rub my cheek against his, my lips brushing over his tusks.

"What are you doing?" he asks, an easy smile on his face as he lies next to me and pulls me to his chest.

"I'm marking you, too." My lips press against his.

Thorn slips his cock from inside me. More of his come pours down my leg. "Don't worry," he says with the sexiest smile ever. He reaches between my legs and pushes a forefinger inside me again. My pussy clenches around it. "With how much I'll fill you up, everyone will be sure about it."

And I blush... but I also find it very, very hot. So, I kiss him again. And I let him finger-fuck me into slumber, his solid body against mine.