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Chapter 9

Jess

I was hummingas I pulled the chicken out of the oven. It had been an awesome day, with Karnak visiting and helping me in the office, and we'd made plans to meet for lunch tomorrow.

He really was getting better at texting. His emojis could use some work though.

I'd baked a full chicken tonight so I could use the meat for a few meals, but the best part was always to eat one of the drumsticks when it was still hot and crispy. While I waited for it to cool enough so I could cut it off, I finished chopping the cucumbers for my salad.

Silent as a ghost, Pickles picked her way around the edge of the island and twined through my legs. I smirked down at her. "You smelled the chicken, didn't you?"

She said nothing, but sat back on her butt and looked expectantly up at me. I sighed, knowing I was a sucker for those big dark eyes, and always had been. "Fine, but only one tiny piece, okay?"

Predictably, my cat said nothing, and I briefly wondered what I'd do if she did.

Likely scream and throw the entire chicken at her.

Instead, though, I used the fork to tear off a small piece of still-hot meat, and dropped it from counter-height. In true tiny-predator fashion, Pickles darted forward and snatched it from the air, then disappeared in a puff of black fur on her way to the guest bath, where I knew she'd sit in private to enjoy her "kill".

Smiling, I went back to my humming.

Not like a hmmm, isn't this interesting? But actually humming a tune. A song. Knowing me, it was probably Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, but whatever. I've never been much for pop culture.

Now, you might reasonably assume when a woman of a certain age, who has been spending a certain amount of time with a man of a certain age, begins to hum as she prepares dinner…there's something going on.

And you'd be right.

I was in love with Karnak, but I wasn't going to figure that out for a few more chapters.

All I knew was that I loved being around him. I loved laughing with him. I definitely loved his kisses and touches, and I loved the way he made me feel. Like I was important. Me, Jess. Not what I could do or what I looked like…but just me.

It was like he saw me in all of my dorky awkwardness, and still liked me.

It's a powerful aphrodisiac, to have a man kiss you like you're the hottest female in the world. In more than one world.

So why hadn't he made any effort to go further with me? In the times we'd kissed, he'd touched my hair, my neck, my butt—but only to hold me against him. Did he want to do more than kissing?

Did his people do more than kissing?

Or…was he waiting for me to take the lead?

My humming had stopped, probably because I was standing there in the middle of the kitchen, holding a thick cucumber upright, staring off into space.

Probably looking a bit naughty, to tell the truth.

I wanted to go all the way with Karnak. God, just thinking of him—he'd be bigger than this cucumber, right?—was turning me on. I wasn't a virgin, and I was already on birth control to regulate my cycle, so I didn't have to worry about anything unexpected.

How could I show Karnak I wanted more than just kissing? That I regularly masturbated while thinking of him?

You could get down on your knees in front of him and peel off those swim trunks and lick him all over.

Well, yes, he'd probably pick up on that hint, huh?

The sudden pounding at the back door startled me into shrieking and dropping the cucumber. It hit my foot and rolled away, but I lunged for the chopping knife and whirled toward the door before I realized how stupid I was being.

This was Eastshore. There was no crime here.

Besides, I could see the silhouette of my big orc through the frosted window.

So I took the time to return the knife to the chopping block, take a deep breath, fluff up my hair and hitch down the neckline of my shirt, all before heading to the door.

"Karnak!" I pretended surprise. "Great to see you!"

As if I hadn't just been comparing his dick to a cucumber.

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on those lean hips of his, and no shoes.

And he was holding the large cardboard box from Meli's Bake Shoppe; the one he'd brought the dozen muffins home in.

"I brought you Muffin," he growled, thrusting the box toward me.

Instinctively I took it, delighted he'd baked for me.

But the box was heavier than it should've been, and shifting awkwardly. I shot him a glance—why were there bloody scratches on his cheek?—and opened the box.

An enraged ball of black fluff erupted toward my face, and I screeched and dropped the box in order to throw up my arms. The angry demon hit my shoulder, and when I tried to grab it, leapt down and darted toward my laundry room.

"Muffin!" I cried, then turned back to Karnak. "You found her!"

I threw my arms around him—cheek against his bare chest, but not lingering—then hurried toward the laundry room.

"Oh, Muffin, you're back. I'm so glad. We've missed you—get down from there! Why are you—? Urgh, you smell terrible."

Karnak had followed me inside and now stood behind me in the doorway. "She likely needs some time to calm down and acclimate, but I assume she's thirsty. And hungry."

"Yes!" I ducked under his arm. "Stand there and attempt to look menacing, so she doesn't try to escape. I'll get her some food and water."

Usually he would've made a quip about that order, but instead he just did as I asked. Now that I thought about it, he seemed…distracted. His hair was disheveled, his breathing heavier than normal.

"Here we go," I crooned, trying to coax Muffin down from the shelves. "Are you thirsty, pretty girl?" Over my shoulder, I said to Karnak, "I'll take her to the vet this week, just to get her checked out."

"That…would be good."

The careful way he spoke would've made me curious, had Muffin not chosen that precise moment to jump into my arms. I gave her a quick snuggle—she smelled like mud, or what I was hoping was mud—before placing her on the tray with the water bowl, which she quickly attacked.

I wanted to pet her, to reassure myself she was safe and unhurt…but my curiosity was getting the better of me. So I backed away slowly, pushing Karnak behind me with my butt, and slid the laundry door closed.

Sighing, I turned, only to find myself plastered against him. Placing my hands on his chest, I smiled up at him. "How'd you find her?"

"Something you said today," he rumbled. "About urges."

Playfully, I ran my palm over his chest, feeling the nipple pebble beneath my touch. "Oh, I know all about urges."

But when I brushed against another set of scratches on his shoulder, he winced, instead of responding to my teasing, and my expression fell.

Those cuts. God, they must sting.

"Oh, Karnak, did she put up a fight?"

I didn't give him a chance to answer but tugged him toward my kitchen and pushed him into one of the seats at the table. From here, I could examine his cuts.

"Don't move," I instructed, and hurried to the sink for a wet cloth and some soap.

"I'm sorry I interrupted dinner," he grunted.

"Sorry?" I shook my head incredulously. "You found Muffin. That's amazing! Now hold still," I commanded as I dabbed at his cuts.

He was silent, stoic. Although it was also possible these little scratches didn't bother him all that much.

Apparently my touch was problematic, however, because finally, when I was focused on his chest, he grabbed my hand—wet cloth and all—and held it still.

"Jess," he rasped in a strange sort of voice.

I met his eyes, and was surprised to see something new in them. Something powerful.

"Karnak?"

"You're going to have kittens."

My brows drew in. Have kittens was something my Mom used to say when she meant someone would freak out, but it wasn't a common phrase. Part of me wondered where Karnak had heard it, but the rest of me had ramped into high anxiety.

If he was warning me about impending kittenage… "Why?" I finally managed, my fingers curling under his so that the water dripped from the cloth. "What's wrong?"

He frowned. "I just told you. Kittens."

"Kittens what? Are we just saying things now?"

I think I was making as much sense to him as he was to me. Which is to say, nada. "Yes, of course we are. That's how language works."

"No, I mean, saying random words to—Look, can we start over?"

Karnak nodded solemnly, then took a deep breath. "She's pregnant."

Well that wasn't what I expected to hear. "Who?" I blurted.

Karnak's breathing was louder, somehow. "Muffin. She's pregnant." I stared, and he swallowed. "Today you said it was a natural urge to find companionship. That's where she was. You never had her fixed."

Shit. I hadn't. "Oh." This was my fault. But also… "We're going to have kittens?"

He didn't respond. Just continued to stare up at me, his chest moving with each heavy breath, my hand trapped against his skin.

There was something going on with him, and I couldn't figure it out.

So I tried smiling. "Thank you, Karnak. You brought her home—you're my hero."

Still no response, so I brushed a hank of hair from his forehead and pressed a kiss there. Then I pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose. Then to his lips, right between the tusks which pushed from his mouth.

He groaned and his neck stretched toward me, but he made no move to deepen the kiss or pull me into his lap, although it would've been easy enough with his hold on my hand. So I pulled my hand from his, placed one on each shoulder, and kissed him again.

What did a girl have to do to get a little action?

This time he growled, and I'll admit it—the sound went right to my core.

He stiffened momentarily, then stood.

Since I'd been positioned between his legs as he sat, that now meant I was plastered against his front. Did I mind? Not at all.

But he took a hold of my waist in both of his big, strong hands and lifted me, as if I weighed nothing, to deposit me on the kitchen counter. I would've been confused as hell if he hadn't kissed me.

And kissed me some more.

He was the one to break the kiss, to leave me panting. His palms were flattened against the counter on either side of my butt and he was leaning over me. The reminder of his size should've been intimidating, but instead it made me feel…safe. Protected.

"Jess," he murmured. His eyes were closed, something like pain etched across his face.

Instinctively I reached for his shoulders, tugging until I could see him clearly. God, he was so hot like this, with all this skin on display for me to appreciate. But right now, he needed something else.

Or at least, so I thought.

"Hey." I shook him a little. "What's up, Karnak? Are you sick? You look like you're fighting off something." Did orcs get colds?

But to my surprise, he released a bitter little chuckle. "Oh, I am."

When his eyes opened, they blazed.

This is not a metaphor.

Usually Karnak's eyes were dark, with a sparkle when he teased me.

Right now? They were bright, with a green tint to them I'd never seen before. It made him look a little manic, a little concerning.

And a whole lot more monstrous.

"Karnak?" I whispered again. "Hon? What's going on?" I put my palm on his cheek. "You wanna talk about it?"

He just stared at me, breathing heavily, and I searched for a change of topic.

"Hey, how'd you find Muffin?" I asked brightly.

"I'm a hunter."

Right. Well, that wasn't helpful. "And how do you know she's pregnant?"

His nostrils flared.

"I can smell it. Smell her."

He could…smell pregnancy? I swallowed. "Remarkable," I whispered, suddenly self-conscious. "Wh-What else can you smell?"

Karnak inhaled, long and loudly, as he straightened. "You cut a cucumber."

Cucumbers did have a pretty distinctive scent, didn't they? I nodded.

"You finally settled on a shampoo you like."

My mouth dropped open. He was right; I had been trying out different shampoos in the last few weeks, until I settled on a coconut-scented one I adored.

"And…"

The green blaze in his eyes seemed brighter as he dragged his tongue over one of his tusks. The sight sent a burst of longing straight to my core. I wanted to do that.

"And?" I breathed, my attention on his mouth.

"And you're unbelievably aroused right now."

I whimpered.

I whimpered and pulled him to me.

Since he was like twice my size, I really only managed to scoot my butt to the edge of the counter and wrap my legs around his waist and basically attack his neck with my mouth.

It was sexier than it sounds, trust me.

Oh God, there was a massive hardness pressing against my core, and since my legs were already around him, I used that as an excuse to rock my hips against it—against him. Those grey sweatpants did nothing to hide his erection, and I wanted it.

I wanted to feel it. To taste it. I wanted it in me.

So I rocked. I kissed, I grasped. After a moment, I realized he was doing…none of those things.

Panting, I dragged my gaze up to his. Karnak's eyes were squeezed shut, his hands curled into tight fists by his side. And I realized I was being a complete sleazeball, just climbing over him like I was.

"Oh my God," I breathed, "I'm so sorry."

But I couldn't seem to make myself release him. My core was pressed against his hardness—so hot, so thick—and my hips gave another little instinctive thrust, trying to find relief for the incessant throbbing.

He didn't respond.

"Karnak…"

He finally looked at me, eyes still blazing. "Are you certain you want this, Jess? You must be certain."

"Holy shit, how is that not obvious? Yes, of course I want this." I tightened my legs around him. "I want you. I want you so badly, Karnak," I finished in a low voice, finally confessing. "I touch myself when I think about you. I came in my hot tub, imagining it was your cock battering my pussy—"

My confession was cut off by his sudden growl and the way he lost control and wrapped both arms around my torso, lifting me closer so his lips could slam down atop mine.

Yes.

Yes.

I whimpered, clutching at his back, trying to get closer closer closer somehow. I needed him. I needed his mouth on me, his skin against mine.

And then he pulled me away and set me down on the counter once more. One hand went to the neckline of my blouse, his claws extended, and he ripped.

Buttons popped, and I gasped as the cool air hit my chest. But it ceased to matter as soon as his gaze dropped, because the heat I felt then…

Damn.

His lips parted, but no sound came out. Almost reverently, his large hands rose to cup my boobs. Now, I'm not a small lady, but he had no trouble holding both of them. Through the satin of my bra I felt my nipples harden, and when he squeezed, I jerked against him, making a little noise I imagined Muffin's kittens might one day make.

And then…and then…

He lowered his mouth to my breast, closing around one nipple through the fabric of my bra, and I was bucking against him, scrambling around my back for the latch to my bra, desperate to get it off so I could feel him against my naked skin.

Karnak didn't seem to want to bother. With a low growl, he pressed me backwards so my shoulders rested against the countertop as he yanked my bra down. My boobs spilled out over the top, and between the straps halfway down my arms and the loose blouse, my arms were practically trapped at my sides.

Which left me no choice but to just lie there and be ravished by my orc's mouth.

Yes.

Yes please.

His tongue was everywhere.

His lips were rough against my sensitive areolas, and when one tusk brushed against my nipple, I damned near came right then and there.

My hands were opening and closing, desperately reaching for something I couldn't grasp, and my hips made rhythmic little thrusting motions upward toward his hardness.

Karnak was still standing between my legs, me spread out before him like a buffet. One of his hands crept down my stomach until it reached the junction of my legs, and he cupped my mound.

Sweet baby Jesus, yes.

I think I sort of sighed, but then also arched into him, and he made a noise halfway between a growl and a chuckle.

Then he straightened slightly, so he could use both hands to unbutton my pants and pull them down. I lifted my butt off the counter and my work trousers fell to the ground. Karnak kicked them away before settling between my legs once more.

This time, however, when he touched me there, it was as if my cotton panties didn't even exist. I could feel every touch right against my pussy lips, and oh my God was I ready for him.

"So wet," he murmured, his gaze going to mine, his eyes still blazing and a sort of satisfied smirk on his lips. "What a good girl. For me?"

"For you," I gasped, just as one of his fingers pushed aside the flimsy cotton barricade and sunk into my moisture. We both gasped as he dragged that finger along my slit.

Then he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the finger.

Pretty sure I came a little right there.

"Pretty little human," he murmured again, his hand returning to my folds to stroke. "Do you know what your taste does to me?"

I didn't so much shake my head as flop it pitifully from side to side, desperate for release. For him. For us.

"For years I've watched you, Jess," he rumbled, his finger keeping a steady rhythm as he held my gaze, "and your scent has almost broken me. You are meant to be mine."

"Yours," I gasped.

"Mine." This was accompanied by him sinking one finger into me, so tight that I moaned. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Karnak. P-Please!"

Somethingflashed across his face, something which looked like pure joy, before he dropped out of my sight. I actually started to push myself up on my elbows to look for him, when I felt his fingers on my thighs, pushing them apart, his claws pressing into my soft skin, but not breaking it.

And then his mouth was on me, on my pussy, and I forgot whatever I'd been worried about.

Through the cotton of my panties he apparently refused to remove he licked me, tasting me, the sensation delightful, but also maddeningly not enough. "Karnak!" I gasped. "Please!"

Another growl, a ripping sound as my panties pulled free and fell away…and then his tongue found my clitoris. Directly.

There were ridges on his wide tongue, and all I can say about that was God bless evolutionary adaptations because hot daaaaamn.

From what I'd knew of Karnak, he'd had no human lovers. Hell, with what he said about his home, he might not have had any orcish lovers either. But I will say this: the dude had clearly spent the last decade studying his technique.

Or watching a lot of porn.

Either way, he knew what he was doing, if you get what I'm saying.

His tongue—his fingers—his lips. Everything. He stroked, he licked. His fingers filled me as his mouth closed around my clit, and his tusks scraped the sensitive skin at the junction of my thighs.

I exploded beneath his ministrations.

He continued to lap at me as I bucked against his fingers and his mouth, and I swear I felt his lips curl into a smile.

Yeah, sure enough, when he finally pulled his fingers from me and straightened a bit, he was grinning as I did my best to reach for him.

"So fucking good, Jess," he murmured, bending over me to press kisses to my belly, then between my breasts. "So good."

"Please," I whimpered, still squirming beneath him, still hungry. "More."

You'd think I'd be sated, thanks to his incredible efforts. But no. It wasn't enough, especially when I could still feel that giant erection pressed against my thigh. Much bigger than a cucumber.

I wanted that. I wanted that in me. And I wasn't going to stop to talk about protection or all those other adult conversations we were supposed to have. "More," I whimpered again, arching my back.

He hummed, his mouth at the base of my throat, and didn't seem to be paying attention to what I was saying.

"Karnak," I tried more forcefully. "We're not done—ah."

He'd nipped my shoulder, and I jerked against him in response. When he finally straightened, he met my eyes.

The green was still there flicking in his pupils, but maybe not quite as desperate. But his mouth…

Oh his mouth.

His lips were ringed with moisture—my moisture—and when his tongue dragged across them, he made the most satisfied noise I'd ever heard.

My lips parted and I knew I was panting in desperation. One orgasm wasn't enough—would never be enough.

"Please, Karnak," I whispered again, begging, shameless.

"You're certain?"

My legs crept around his waist once more. "Please." It was all I could manage, but it seemed to be enough.

One hand dropped to the waistline of his sweats and he pushed them down. His cock sprang free, and I lifted my head to peer down my body at it.

I could only see the tip, lying atop my mound of curls. It was a darker green than the rest of him, and was covered in the same ridges as his tongue. I shuddered and unconsciously arched upward, as if trying to coax him inside.

"You want this?" he murmured, grasping himself and stepping back slightly.

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes!"

"I'm bigger than human men."

Duh. "That's the point," I groaned, allowing my head to fall back. "Quit teasing me."

I heard his chuckle just as I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Open for me, little human."

I stretched my legs wider, and then he pushed.

I wasn't a virgin, and thanks to his efforts, I'd been…well-lubricated, shall we say.

But still, I had to gasp as he slowly filled me.

He was indeed bigger than anything I could've imagined—thicker, fuller.

Yes, fuller, that was it. I felt full. I felt stretched. I felt…

Complete.

As if the thought had triggered it, another orgasm burst over me and I gasped in surprise, tightening my hold on him. He hadn't even moved and I was already coming?

"Karnak?" I managed, and he hummed, his hand resting possessively on my curls as he watched with a proud smirk. "Wha…?"

The spasms of my core muscles had begun to slow, and I blinked up at him in surprise. There I was, lying on my counter, impaled by my orc.

"It's part of making certain you're ready for me."

What? "I…" I licked my lips, still dazed by the second orgasm, so soon after the first. "You mean you stick your cock in and I immediately come? Like…for extra lubrication?"

Was it possible for him to look even more arrogant? "Orcs are bigger than human men."

Well that was the truth. And what had I just been saying about evolutionary adaptations being awesome? I liked the immediate orgasm one the best.

"I think—" I sighed in satisfaction, gyrating my hips beneath his, causing him to suck in a breath. "I think I'm well enough lubricated."

With a faint growl, he shifted, somehow pulling me closer. I pushed against him, desperate for him to move.

"That's my good girl," he murmured. "You look so fucking perfect, taking me like this."

Karnak pulled out slightly, then pushed in, and I gasped again. Those ridges on his cock, just like the ones on his tongue…I felt every single one.

And again.

And again.

Each time he pulled out a little farther, then all the way back again, slowly at first, then building in speed as I tightened my legs around him to let him know I was ready for more.

Through it all, he watched me.

One hand played with my nipple while the other went to my clitoris. The pad of his thumb brushed against it as he plunged into me, and I whimpered.

But he didn't allow me to look away, either. He held my gaze, the tip of his tongue pressed against one of his tusks, as if he was still tasting me.

The pressure was building inside me again, and I could feel this orgasm climbing to something truly remarkable. Now his thrusts were strong, almost violent, and I was just along for the ride.

"Yes," I breathed over and over again with each plunge, "Yes yes yes!"

"You like this? You like a monster fucking you?" he growled, pinching my nipple.

And I arched into his hold, keening "Yeeessss!" as my body convulsed again.

This time…

This time I saw stars. Something exploded behind my eyelids, something bright and magnificent as it dragged me into the heavens and then let me go, soaring through the night sky.

I clenched around him, hips bucking, desperate for more more more more. And then he froze for a moment, hunched forward, and I felt a heavy flood of warmth against my womb. He came with a roar—a genuine roar, which I'd read about in romance novels, but never actually experienced—and a sharp, spicy sort of scent.

He threw back his head and roared as he came deep inside me, and God help me, it was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen.

Heard.

Felt.

Yes.The most incredible thing I'd ever felt.

Not just the intense pleasure, but the feeling of satisfaction. A strange sort of joy, as he braced his hands on either side of my hips and slumped forward, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

I reached for him, but because my arms were still trapped by the material of my blouse and my bra, the highest I could grasp was his wrists. I wrapped my fingers around them and held on.

He wasn't looking at me now, but he'd held my gaze through that entire experience, and it had made it so much more impressive.

"Karnak," I murmured, his cock still buried deep in me.

"I'm a monster," he muttered, still panting, his head hanging down so his hair fell in his face.

I tightened my legs around him, my heart feeling bubbly and joyous. "Yes, but you're my monster."

When he finally lifted his head to meet my eyes, I smiled. His expression seemed…uncertain, so I smiled larger. "Want some chicken?"

His brows drew in in confusion, and I began to chuckle. "I made chicken for dinner. The cucumber for the salad is on the floor somewhere, but the chicken is still good. I dunno about you, but I could use some food."

And then, since he didn't seem able to focus, I squeezed him with my inner muscles. His eyes widened, and they were back to being their regular dark abyss.

Well that got a reaction. With a growl, he pulled me against him, plastering my naked chest against his. He buried his face in my hair, and I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"Jess," he murmured, almost reverently.

"Karnak." I stroked his back. "My orc."

Mine.

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