Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Nikki

I felt the moment my bra came undone, and I pulled away from him to slap my hands against my boobs, trying to hold the flimsy material over what I wanted to hide most.

Too late.

He’d already seen the scars.

Sakkara’s gaze turned dark as it swept from my reflection to my shoulders, then the tops of my breasts. I knew he was following the puckered scars; there were still a few on my boobs that hadn’t faded completely to white yet, the last ones Peter gave me before his arrest.

The orc, who had cradled me so tenderly and vowed I would be safe, now unfurled one long finger and traced the scars along the top of my breasts. The touch, despite being almost clinical, made me shudder and my nipples harden.

His nostrils flared, and for a moment, his gaze flicked down to my nipples—surely visible through the flimsy cotton—before going back to my scars .

“Nikki, these look like…burns.”

I exhaled, my eyes lowered in shame, knowing I would have to admit the truth. “From cigarettes.”

Sakkara’s voice went quiet, hard. “Someone used your skin to extinguish their cigarettes.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded slightly, my gaze lock on this navel. “And cigars.”

“Who did this to you?” His voice shook with rage, but his touch was gentle when his fingertips found my chin, and he tipped my head back to look at him. “Who would hurt you like this?”

My eyes closed in shame, unable to look him in the eyes. “My ex. A few of his friends. And one of my foster placement fathers.”

I didn’t realize I was shaking until he enveloped me gently again in his arms. He was silent for a long moment, and I hoped I wouldn’t have to explain.

Wouldn’t have to explain how, the first time Peter had seen the old scars from my foster father, he’d laughed. Wouldn’t have to explain how he’d said it was a good idea to punish me when I got “lippy.” Wouldn’t have to explain how he and his gang would make a contest out of seeing who could make me cry first.

But I wasn’t so lucky.

“Who hurt you the most, Nikki?” Sakkara finally asked, his tone deceptively mild.

Of all of them? “Peter, my ex. He thought it was a…game.”

Sakkara muttered something under his breath, and I could feel him tense up, so I tried to reassure him.

“Why does it matter? I’m not going back to him.”

“It matters because I needed to know who to hurt in retaliation. No one should treat another being this way.”

Truth. But I exhaled and pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him away a bit so I could try to minimize the effect of my scars. “It doesn’t matter. He’s not going to find me here on Eastshore.” Because by the time he arrived, I’d be long gone.

Sakkara’s dark gaze swept over my expression, and for the first time, I noticed a spark of green, deep in the depths of his eyes. “Why would you be with such a monster? Someone as intelligent and thoughtful as you?”

I snorted. “Truthfully? The sex was good. And I didn’t know better.” Where I come from, you hooked up young and early if you wanted to survive on the streets, and I’d been fifteen when I left the foster system. I tried for a nonchalant shrug. “Peter was the strongest guy I knew, and he could protect me.”

“He did a poor job of it.” Sakkara’s fingertips traced the scars along the tops of my breasts, and I squirmed. “A protector doesn’t hurt , just because he’s stronger.”

I studied him. “I suppose you’re right.” Until I’d met Sakkara, I hadn’t realized what a real protector could be like. “But he only hurt me when he was showing off to his friends.”

Something flashed in Sakkara’s eyes again, his features tightening in anger, but his touches were still gentle. “Then he was weak. A weak male will hurt those weaker than him to appear strong. A strong male knows he is strong and uses that strength to defend those who depend on him.”

I thought about Eastshore, and how quickly Sakkara had taken a leadership role after moving here. I knew that Peter would have laughed at such a plan, calling Sakkara a sucker. But the orc was strong and confident and powerful.

“You’re right,” I agreed with a sigh, dropping my gaze once more. “You’re right.”

“A strong male knows how to protect, Nikki.” His voice dropped to that lower range, the one that always made my core throb. “He knows how to make those who depend on him feel good .”

Unable to help myself, I shuddered and pressed my thighs together. Since my pants were wet from my excursions out in the storm, the sensation was strange, exciting.

I suspected my underwear was wet for an entirely different reason.

My eyes fluttered closed when Sakkara dragged his fingertips along my skin. “You need a strong male, Nikki.”

“I do,” I breathed, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Then he was bending down, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “You need to feel good.”

Oh Dios , yes! I squirmed on the hard granite, my throat suddenly dry.

His lips moved downward, and I realized he was kissing my scars. Still bent, practically at the waist, he murmured, “May I?”

And my hand dropped away from my breasts, the bra falling from down to become hooked around my elbows. His mouth moved across my skin, even as his hand carefully untangled the wet cotton from my forearms and tossed it to the floor near my sweater.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, and I arched my back, trying to bring his mouth closer to my nipples. “Who would mar such perfect tits?”

Please please please .

I could barely breathe, I was so ready for his claim. Enough of this gentle fondling, my breasts ached to be squeezed. “Sakkara,” I whimpered. “Please.”

His hum sounded a bit like a laugh, and then he hefted one of my boobs in his hand and brought the nipple to his mouth.

I might have briefly passed out.

I was a big girl; I’d always been a big girl. My hips were too wide, my boobs too big, for my short stature. But in Sakkara’s hold, I was just right.

Dear God, I was just right.

His claws dimpled my skin, and his tongue—ridged! I finally got to experience it in person!—wreaked havoc on my nipple. As his other hand rose to play with the opposite boob, my hands—which had up until now been waving uselessly in confusion—settled on his head. I wanted to hold him here forever.

What he was doing to me…

I squirmed more on the granite countertop, trying to assuage the ache in my core. I wanted to touch myself, but also didn’t want him to stop.

Sakkara was worshipping me, and it felt so right, so good, that I wanted to simultaneously curl up in a ball and cry and throw him down on the bathroom floor and climb on top of him and hump him until I came.

My nipple popped free of his mouth, and he dragged one tusk along my swollen, sensitive skin. “You know, orc senses are far keener than human.”

I might’ve made a noise like “ Uhhhhhggghhh?” because he chuckled softly.

“I just mean, my pretty little human, that I can smell your arousal. Your cunt is so wet right now, all for me.”

My fingers dug into his scalp, and I gasped, “Yes.”

He chuckled, but he didn’t stop rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I’d like to taste it. Do you mind?”

Pretty sure I melted. “Yes. I mean no. I mean…”

His tongue rasped along my nipple again, and I jerked in his hold with a needy little whimper.

“Nikki.” His deep voice reached down my chest and into my core, making me shiver again. “I’m going to taste you now. ”

“Yes, Daddy,” I managed.

His little grunt told me he was pleased with my response.

Then his hands were on my knees, pushing them apart, and he was sinking to the floor. This put his mouth level with my navel, and his breath was so very hot against my skin.

The pants I was wearing were just some of those stretchy black ones—with pockets! Definitely with pockets—that I wore to work when I was wearing a longer sweater. Nothing special about them…

But when Sakkara put his nose close to my pussy and inhaled ?

I wanted them gone. Like, yesterday.

I reached for the button in the front, but he didn’t give me the time. His finger—with the claw still extended—traced up the seam of my crotch, pressing the material against my wetness. Moaning, I spread my legs wider.

And then, in a sudden movement, he used his claw to rip open the seam.

With a gasp, I tipped backwards, my shoulders slamming against the mirror. He merely hummed in satisfaction and lowered his mouth to me. From this angle, I could see everything, and Dios mio it was hot!

His long, ridged tongue was a pale green, almost gray, and it flicked out to press against my underwear, which was completely soaked already.

My fingers dug into his hair. “ Yes, ” I rasped. “Right there.”

“So wet,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? My pretty little human is wet for me.”

I rocked my hips forward, trying to press against his mouth. “All for you, Daddy,” I groaned. “ Please . ”

“You want to come?” His tongue swiped along my undies. “You want me to make you feel good?”

“ Dios mio , please Daddy!” I cried, squirming against the countertop. “Please!”

With a growl, he wrenched my underwear to the side and pressed his mouth directly on my flesh.

I’d been living out of my car for the last two days, making do with wet wipes in the teacher’s restroom. I hadn’t showered, and I certainly hadn’t shaved, but in that moment, I didn’t care. Because Sakkara was lapping at me as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

I could feel myself trembling beneath his ministrations, so ready to explode.

His wide, ridged tongue slid along my cleft, then rose to tease my clitoris. I made an indistinct noise and pressed his head closer while rocking my hips.

He hummed in what I hoped was approval, then slid one finger into me. “So wet. Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He slid the second finger in. “You like this?”

“I love it. Feels…” I trailed off with a moan. “Sakkara, it feels so good.”

“I know.” His tongue swiped along my lips again, then went to work on my clit. “So good,” he repeated in between strokes. “So perfect.”

His fingers were big, and when he added a third, I could feel the stretch. I moaned and shifted my legs wider, trying to open myself.

“You have an orc dildo,” Sakkara murmured against my curls. “You can take an orc cock. My thick cock, you can take it, can’t you, Nikki?”

“I can take it,” I gasped, my inner muscles already tightening in response to his commands. “I can take you.”

“Yes, you can, because you’re my favorite little human pet, aren’t you? ”

Dios mio , that did it. That, and the fact his tusks scraped against my sensitive skin as his lips closed around my clit.

My climax burst over me, wrenching a gasping sort of keening from my lungs. Even as my inner muscles spasmed around his fingers, Sakkara continued to torture my clitoris, and I yanked my hand from his hair to slam it over my mouth, to muffle the sound of my pleasure.

I came all over his face.

It was glorious.

A little embarrassing, plenty shocking, but utterly glorious.

After a long moment, Sakkara pulled his fingers gently from me, gave my clit a little kiss, and sat back on his heels. He tipped his head back to grin up at me, his mouth covered in my juices.

“That’s my good girl,” he announced.

And I whimpered.

Because mierda , what was that ?

In a sort of daze, I watched him roll to his feet and pad past the garden tub and over to the shower. He turned it on, cranked the lever to hot , and left the door open. Then he returned to me and wrapped his hands around my waist.

When he lifted me from the counter, I yelped and latched on to his forearms, but he merely stood my bare feet on the tile floor. He dropped his hands to my waist and quickly and efficiently stripped me of my ruined pants and soaked underwear. When he straightened, I was standing in his bathroom, completely naked.

He reached for his own belt, and my eyes went wide as he pulled down his trousers and boxers, kicking them to one side. His cock jutted from between his legs, huge and proud, making me a little wide-eyed and anxious to hold it. But he lifted me once more and carried me to the shower, stopping just once to check that the water wasn’t too warm.

When he placed me in the shower and wrapped my hands around the little bar, with my back to him and the water, I assumed he wanted to…well, you know.

I mean, the male had just licked me until I came on his face.

And when he’d pulled off his clothes, I’d seen the size and hardness of his cock. He was clearly aroused.

Of course I assumed he’d put me in the shower for some hot, wet sex. He clearly needed to get off, right?

So I leaned forward and stuck my ass out, expecting at any moment to be speared from behind by that monster-sized cock. Although I was feeling all lethargic from my lack of sleep and that mind-tingling orgasm, I was more than willing to give him what he wanted. I knew Sakkara would make it feel good, after all.

But to my surprise, his hands didn’t go to my ass. Instead, they landed on my head, and it wasn’t until he started to massage my scalp that I realized he had shampoo— his shampoo, judging from the scent—in his hands.

He was…washing my hair?

I couldn’t remember anyone ever doing this for me. It was strangely intimate, and I had to admit, felt way better than I expected.

Groaning with pleasure, I tipped my head back for him to be able to reach more of my hair. After rinsing, his lathered hands moved down my body, washing me softly but efficiently. The bath poof was soft against my skin, even the sensitive parts that were still throbbing from my orgasm.

The few times I’d showered with Peter, he’d used that as an excuse to soap my boobs— excuse me, sir, exactly how dirty do you think they get in the course of a normal day? —and would then push me to my knees to use my mouth to “clean” his cock. And honestly, it had been hot, so I hadn’t minded it. I liked when a guy took charge like that, but…

What Peter had been doing might have fulfilled my kink, but he’d done it because it made him feel good.

What Sakkara had done, what he was doing now, was about me .

He washed me carefully, efficiently, even as his cockstand pressed against my back. He ignored it to focus on me, the way he’d brought me pleasure without thinking of his own.

I was in a bit of shock, honestly.

The shower was over quickly, or maybe I was just dazed enough I sucked at time keeping. Either way, he turned off the water and bundled me into a remarkably fluffy towel that completely enveloped me, then picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into his bedroom.

I knew it was his bedroom because a) that bed was too big for anyone else and b) it was just as neat and organized as he was. Also, it smelled like him, and I couldn’t believe I could already recognize Sakkara by his scent.

CallMeDaddy . That’s the name he’d chosen for himself on MosnterSmash. I’d called him Daddy while I was sitting on his face, and it had made him smile.

You’re blathering. You’re not making any sense.

Well, it had been a strange few days.

Tomorrow I would…

I sighed. I wasn’t sure what I would do tomorrow. I’d only showed up in Sakkara’s driveway because I’d seen a cop patrolling near the docks, and the thoughts of a solid night’s sleep had been too alluring. But now it was almost midnight, the storm was still raging outside, and I was naked in someone else’s bedroom .

Should I go get my sweater and what was left of my pants, and head back out to my car? I swayed slightly, overwhelmed at the thought.

Then Sakkara was there, pulling the towel from me and using it to dry my hair, his movements efficient, as if he’d practiced on Emmy.

He pulled an over-large T-shirt over my head, then nudged me backwards until my butt hit the mattress and knelt in front of me to quickly slide a pair of his boxers up my legs.

I was swimming in his clothing, completely surrounded by his warmth, his scent.

He gathered me up and climbed into the bed, and that’s when I realized he’d put on a pair of boxers too.

We were in bed together, but we weren’t naked. I was warm and…

Sakkara wrapped his arms around me, tucking me against his massive chest and pillowing my head on his shoulder.

I was warm and safe .

I felt my muscles slowly relaxing.

“Nikki?” he murmured.

“Thank you,” I blurted.

He hesitated. “No thanks is necessary.”

“You know how I said the sex was good with Peter?” Why in the hell was I telling him this?

But he hummed in question, and I exhaled.

“What you just did, what you’re doing now…I’ve never…” I swallowed, listening to the sound of his heartbeat against my cheek. “Thank you. That was better than anything I’ve ever…”

Deep in his chest, I heard a little noise that might have been a purr of satisfaction, and he stretched to the side to place a kiss on the top of my hair. “Nikki, dkaar , we’re just getting started. Now go to sleep.”

The future was too complicated to ever share more than what we’d already shared, but I was too exhausted to explain. Instead, I decided to follow his command, and I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.