Chapter 41

My belly is full and my heart is warm as we walk back from the feast. Eirik drools on my shoulder while Thorn, Ursha, and I make our way back to the bedroom. I steal a glance at Thorn.

He's already looking at me with those languid black eyes. He pulls a corner of his lip into a small smile, his hand brushing mine.

Ursha grunts as we stop outside the bedroom. "I don't know what's going on between you two," she says with an arched brow, "and I don't care. But I don't want Eirik to see anything that will scar him forever."

My face goes hot with embarrassment. She's not wrong. We did fuck with the baby in the room, even if he was asleep.

"Don't be dramatic, Ursha," Thorn says, but he doesn't stop her from plucking Eirik from my arms.

I don't stop her, either. She does have a point.

"Since you're staying here," she says to Thorn, "I guess I'll formally dismiss Gorbag from guard duty. He doesn't need to be traumatized for life either, even if he's a lazy ass." She doesn't wait for an answer before she makes a face and strides away.

Silently, Thorn guides me inside the bedroom, and the door clicks shut behind us.

When I look up, Thorn opens a smirk. "We should take advantage of this," he says, his voice rasping.

The way his dark eyes take me in sends shivers down my spine. My nipples go hard, even with the warmth of the fireplace.

Thorn stalks closer, his eyes devouring me. He grabs the end of the braid and unties it with deliberate moves. My pulse quickens.

"I'll find a way to isolate Eirik from us until he's old enough to have his own room," he murmurs. "Ursha can keep him for the moment."

I open a nervous smile. "What's the point of me staying here if I'm not taking care of Eirik?"

Thorn's eyes darken with desire. His fingers dig into my hair, tugging at the roots. "You'll take care of him. But tonight, it's your turn to be taken care of."

Something hot unfurls inside me. Before I can respond, Thorn crushes our lips together in a searing kiss.

His tongue darts out, teasing my bottom lip. His tusks press to the sides of my face as I push myself onto tiptoes.

Thorn picks me up effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his waist. This feels automatic now. The way our bodies fit, even when we're so different. His hands curl around my ass, the hard length of him pressed flush against me.

Now that we're the same height, Thorn kisses me even harder. Every sweep of his tongue makes me wetter. I hold on to his shoulders and let him devour me. Every kiss feels like the first, and it sets fire to my insides.

"Violet," he growls, his voice thick with need. He pushes his face into my neck, his lips against my pulse. "You're driving me mad. I want to have my cock buried in your tight pussy the whole day. There's not a moment I'm not thinking about it."

I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His words make it clear how much he needs me. I feel bold, powerful. Squirming out of his hold, I lick my lips. "I want to suck your cock."

He stares at me, stricken. "Suck my cock."

"Yeah."

"What for?"

My brows shoot up. "What do you mean? Because it feels good. I guess." I thought all males liked that. "Don't orcs suck cock?" Such a weird thing to ask.

"Cocks are more for procreation," he says. "The focus of sex is to please the female, so she can take a cock."

No way. There's no way I fell into a world where the main focus of sex was female pleasure. It really feels like a fantasy.

Either way, I want it. "Can we at least try?" I ask him, batting my lashes.

"I don't know. I'd much rather bury myself inside you."

"We can do both."

"Mm." His chest rumbles. His fingers latch onto my coat. "Fine. Not for long. Just enough for me to know how your mouth feels."

I nod, my mouth watering. Thorn makes quick work of my tunic, boots, and pants. He sits me down on the edge of the bed and takes a step back, his eyes on me.

The appreciation in his gaze is indescribable. He admires every curve of me until I have to press my knees together, my pussy throbbing with need.

He kicks off his boots and strips, too. His muscular body is on full display, his abs moving as he works on his buttons, his biceps curling when he shoves his pants down. The thick length of him twitches in front of me.

I wrap my hand around his cock. Thorn stiffens, a grunt escaping him. His member is hot—hotter than a human's—and smooth. The bulging veins pulse beneath my fingers. I lean forward.

Thorn's breathing locks when I lick the head of his cock, tasting the strange sweetness of his come. I lap at the slit again.

It tastes amazing.

Slipping my hand lower, I curl my fingers around his knot. Thorn's hips jerk and his cock hits me in the face. He hisses through clenched teeth.

"Careful now," he says, his voice thick, "or I'm going to come too soon."

His words only work to urge me on. I close my lips around his cockhead and suck.

Thorn's hips jerk again. He releases a deep growl. His hand flies to my hair, and he pulls, the sting making me even wetter. I relax my jaw and try to take him in, but he's ridiculously big. I can barely fit the head past my lips.

He's panting in two seconds. I struggle to take more of him. My pussy grows slicker, the wetness slipping from me to the covers. The thought of making this huge, stoic man lose control makes my blood boil. I moan when I feel his cock hit the back of my throat.

Thorn's fingers tighten in my hair, and he groans. "Fuck, Spitfire. Your mouth feels so good." He pulls me back, my mouth hanging open with a drip of saliva. "I need your cunt. Let me fuck this perfect cunt of yours."

I have no choice in the matter. Thorn's body vibrates as he pushes me down on the bed. He spreads my legs wide, his massive hands on the insides of my thighs. The cool air brushes against my wet pussy and I shiver with anticipation.

Instead of spearing me, Thorn lowers between my legs and latches onto my clit. I cry out, my body bucking with pleasure. The heat between my hips grows unbearable. To make matters worse, Thorn reaches up and twists my nipple.

"Thorn," I gasp, choking with lust. "Please, fuck me already."

Thorn shakes his head, and I know he meant it as a reply, but it has another effect on me. The rubbing of his mouth against my center throws me off the edge in one heartbeat. I drop my head back and I let myself moan out loud as a climax blinds me.

Thorn pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal. He licks them, a satisfied smirk playing on his face. "I could taste you all day."

"Please, don't," I beg, desperate for his cock.

"Are you this needy for me?" he teases, coating a finger in my arousal.

"Yes." My answer is breathless, and I don't even care that I sound desperate. We are desperate for one another. That's how we work.

Thorn doesn't give me what I want, though. He works two fingers inside me, stretching me as he laps at my clit, making me buck against his face. Once he makes me come again with three fingers inside me, he sits up.

Thorn vibrates with expectation. He pulls me to the edge of the mattress and shoves my legs up, folding me back and exposing my pussy. There's no time for shame.

With a feral growl, Thorn pushes inside me. The stretch burns so good. It's a delicious pain, one that makes me gasp and arch my back.

Thorn mutters a curse under his breath. "Fuck, Violet. You're so tight."

I can hear the strain in his voice. He's holding back, trying not to hurt me.

"Just fuck me already." I moan, digging my fingers into the pelts. "Please."

He growls again, his eyes flashing with desire. He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into me. I cry out, my body rocking with pleasure. I can feel every inch of him inside me, even the bumpy veins of his cock rubbing against my walls.

Thorn's pace increases as his need for release takes over. He grows wild, his movements primal, jerky.

I can feel myself getting closer again. My orgasm builds, my body trembling with anticipation. I know it's going to be intense.

And this time, I can scream as much as I want.

His thick cock hits a sweet spot inside me that makes my toes curl. I can feel the tension building in my core, and I know I'm about to come.

His eyes glint with a mix of adoration and pure fire. Every thrust is met with a grunt.

"I wish I could have sucked you longer," I murmur, my lips tilting into a smirk.

Thorn groans, his black eyes blazing with lust. "You want to taste my come that much?"

I nod, biting my lower lip. "Yes. I really want that."

With a growl, Thorn picks up his pace even further, his hips slamming into mine. I let myself scream as another orgasm washes over me, my body shaking, spent. Thorn's movements become erratic, and I can feel his knot swelling as it hits my inner thighs.

Thorn spreads my legs apart. "Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, a feral roar.

I do as I'm told, sticking my tongue out even when I don't know why. Does he mean to climb on top of the bed and let me suck him until he finishes?

Thorn pulls out just in time. A white jet bursts off his cock as he grunts. His come spurts all over my chest and stomach. It hits me right in the face. It's hot and sticky, and I can taste that same sweetness as it hits my mouth.

A gasp escapes me. My head goes blank with heat. Thorn comes in buckets, covering my breasts and my belly with it. There's so much that it runs down my sides.

Thorn reaches between my legs and uses his come to rub my clit. I moan as another orgasm builds fast, my body trembling under his touch.

I meet his eyes, my legs shaking. "That was… a lot."

He smirks, but his chest heaves. "You asked for it."

"That I did." I smile back as he keeps massaging me. "You'll have to clean me up," I tease, my voice breathy.

Thorn sighs in bone-deep satisfaction, his eyes never leaving mine. "Nothing would make me happier."