24. Soren

Chapter twenty-four

Soren

T hanks to the enchantment, the bathrooms in the bunkhouse still have warm water—another benefit to using magic.

I let Mari go first. I do not want to embarrass her more than I already have today. I don't understand why she acts so withdrawn when she is near me. I should warn her about tonight. Ogres don't come from communities that hide from their sexuality.

Even if that means having no sexual drive at all. We don't care, as long as everyone is happy.

Which is why meeting this timid yet fierce female has been so jarring and exhilarating. I can't deny she lights something in me.

Mari leaves the small room smelling like berries and rose soap, her black hair slicked back.

"Well, now, you look good enough to eat," I say before she slaps at my arm.

"Would you stop saying stuff like that? Someone might hear."

"Mari, my beautiful human, My Warrior," I say, taking her hands in mine. "No one gives a shit. In fact, don't be surprised if we hear some coupling tonight."

She pulls her hands out of mine, shock lighting in her eyes. "Are you serious?" She pitches her voice low. "People will just… do it with everyone else around?"

I can't help the laugh that barks out of my throat.

She rolls her eyes before pushing me aside and leaving the room.

The shower goes quickly, and the heat from the water causes my eyes to droop occasionally.

We find dry ground near the back of the house where everyone else has set up their camps. Despite the revelation of public sex, I think Mari still wants to be in a large group if she has to sleep outside. And I don't blame her. What she found in the woods that night will haunt my thoughts forever, and I didn't even see it.

Camp goes up quickly. One benefit of having a family that produces textiles for a living is no blanket shortage.

I pile our tent with soft fiber fleeces and down comforters. I run the soft fabric through my fingers, comparing it to her skin. She's softer.

She stands at the entrance, trepidation in her eyes. "They're all going to know I'm sleeping in here with you."

"And what's wrong with that? We're both adults. They're all adults. We don't shy away from the idea of wanting to be together. It's not even really something we look at twice. You arrived with me; it's more than natural we share a tent."

She breathes out, accepting the situation for what it is, then ducks into the tent.

The night air is cool and humid from the rain, making the surrounding air feel significantly colder than expected.

In our haste to leave, we didn't pack any extra clothing. She comes to the same realization I do and looks over at me. "Fantastic. Looks like we're sleeping naked tonight," she says, nothing but sarcasm in her tone.

"Well, I think it's fantastic," I say, throwing my shirt over my shoulders and removing my pants.

"You would," she snipes, but there is a hint of a smile. She gets under the covers before she disrobes.

"You know I've already seen you naked. There is no reason to be shy."

Her arm snakes out of the covers to slap my bare chest. "Would you shut it! We are surrounded by your family!" As if summoned, giggles ring into the heavy night air. "Shit. Of course, they heard us." Mari throws a blanket over her face to shield herself from the scrutiny.

"Listen," I say, pulling the blanket down slowly. She stills, and her dark eyes scan the black space, as if she were trying to listen with every sense, not just her ears.

Rustling and more laughter. "They aren't laughing at what you said. They are…" I trail off, my implication becoming obvious enough.

"Holy shit." She flings herself back into the pillows, throwing a pile of covers over her face.

I peel them back, revealing her red-tinged cheeks. She is resplendent when she's embarrassed. There is nothing I love more than seeing a flush on her face.

I brush her soft skin with my knuckles. "I can see why maroon is your favorite color; it suits you." She tries to bat my hand away, but there is no genuine effort. I take my opportunity to bend down and graze her lips.

The action sends a shiver down my spine. Goosebumps break out on her chest, and I know she feels the same charge. It's the way your body electrifies during a lightning storm. There is a presence in the air that makes everything more powerful.

I give in to my need and take her mouth.

Stars burst behind my eyes as she relaxes into our kiss. Her body going soft and pliable in my firm grasp.

My palm rests on her jaw, trying to keep the kiss soft and innocent. I don't want to push her to do something she is uncomfortable with.

Her body is hot in my grasp, and I hear a tremble working through her.

I break the kiss and whisper in her ear, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." She grabs the back of my head and pulls me back to her. I roll our bodies, pinning her beneath me.

My hips settle into the crux of her thighs. She is so fucking warm. I groan when my cock brushes up against her wet sex.

She throws a hand over my mouth, silencing me.

"We have to be quiet," she whispers into my ear. The grin that spreads on my face can only be described as devious.

"Oh, my sweet warrior, I'd like to see you try to keep quiet." I punctuate my words by running my hand up her thigh and grazing my fingers lightly over her clit.

Her eyes go wide, and I can see the moan building in her throat, but she tamps it down with a bite to her lower lip. Oh, fuck, that's sexy.

My mouth runs a steady trail down her body, kissing and nipping, and I move further south. I stop at each breast, sucking them into my mouth, then swirling my tongue around the peaked nipples.

She writhes at my touch, trying to keep silent despite the intense sensations.

Her skin is soft and sweet on my tongue, a taste I will never tire of.

I've made my way down her body and down the curve of her hip. It's just too tempting of an area. I grab her ass and bring that beautiful arch to me. Biting and licking, delighting in all her curves, there isn't a place on this body I won't worship.

I move my hand between her legs again, brushing the calloused tips of my fingers over her most sensitive place, watching her body buck when I do.

"Remember, Mari, no noises," I say, then move my mouth down to her beautiful sex, glistening and ready for my lips and my tongue.

She is so pink and flushed. My tongue stretches out, giving her a tasting, testing lick. She jolts again, causing a slight chuckle to build in my chest.

My hands grasp her hips, anchoring them for my use. I set my mouth over her, going in deeply this time, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit. I stop there, dancing languid circles over the sensitive bud.

Her hips are working in circular motions, moving with my set pace. Her hands go to my head, digging into my long mane.

She tastes so sweet. Like life and earth and everything good. My heart pounds in my chest and my cock. The need to be in her is so overwhelming I might just come right here, right now.

I inch my finger inside her wet channel, and she comes off the blankets, panting. She looks dazed with desire but frustrated because she can't express it.

She reaches down, grabbing my chin, lifting my eyes to meet hers.

She mouths the words roll over, and I reluctantly obey.

My cock juts out obscenely from my body, acting like a sail in the cool night air.

I watch, her body glistening with sweat, as she straddles my waist.

She raises up and sets my cock at her entrance. I suck in a breath, her heat enveloping my head, now pulsating with need.

But shedoesn'tgo down and impale herself on me right away. She goes slow, lowering inch by agonizing inch. Teasing me.

I hold her hips and try to thrust into her, but she lifts, keeping me right where she wants me.

She leans in. "I'm going to do what I want with you; just try to keep your mouth shut." This fucking woman. How this became a game, I'm not sure, but I'm so fucking glad it did.

She rises back up, dropping further down. Her walls grip me like a vice, and I choke back a growl.

Her palms are steady on my chest. Our eyes lock, and a slight smile arches over her perfect mouth. She keeps eye contact as she slides the rest of the way down, seating me in her perfect pussy.

Despite myself, a groan escapes my lip, and she slaps her hand over my mouth before the sound can escape.

"You are not a good listener," she says, rocking her hips slightly, her hand still over my mouth. Oh fuck, this is the sweetest torture I've ever experienced.

She keeps her hand over my mouth and rocks again. I grab her ass, helping her grind deeper onto my shaft.

Her head throws back, and her hand moves from my mouth to grab at her breasts. She is riding me now; there are no words for how satisfying it is, watching her body bounce and writhe atop mine.

She takes a break from playing with her breasts to dig her fingernails into my chest, and I hope she leaves a fucking mark.

A need builds in me to touch her more, to be closer. I sit up, craving her nearness. I throw a hand behind her back to steady us both and lower my mouth to her breast once more. She's bucking and riding my cock hard now. Our bodies are getting sweaty and sticky.

I can feel my release build, and she bounces in my lap, her taut breast jiggling with her movements. This is so perfect. I don't know what I would do without her in my life. Now that I've had her, she's like a drug, and I want more and more. When we return to the cottage, I'm keeping her indoors for a week until neither of us can walk.

Until I've fucked her so ragged, the only words that spill from those cupid's bow lips will be my name. Over and over.

I move my hand between her legs and against her clit. Her body tightens and spasms, her climax building. That beautiful cunt of hers squeezes me, causing black spots to dance in my vision, and my release threatens to take me over.

"Come for me, Mari, come all over my hand and my cock." Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she lets the wave of pleasure take over. I thrust and thrust, fucking up into her soft body, giving her the freedom to succumb to the overpowering orgasm. Her nails dig into my back, and she bites at my shoulder to quell the sounds she's holding back.

Her pussy milks and sucks my shaft deeper into it. My orgasm explodes out of me, spilling hot ropes of cum into the wet, satiated core. A primal part of me delights in filling her.Marking her.

The last spirts of my release die down, and I'm left twitching and light-headed.

I rest my forehead against hers. The night cools our heated skin, and I pull a blanket over our bodies, still twined with one another.

"I don't want to freak you out, but I would bet money that someone heard us."

She laughs and rests her face in the crook of my neck."You know what, after that orgasm, I really don't give a shit." She pants, still trying to catch her breath.

"I could give you another one, you know," I say, rocking my hips, showing her just how easy it would be to get me hard again.

She moans quietly into my ear at the gentle intrusion. "Well, if you insist. You are on top this time."

With that, I grab her ass and roll her onto her back, never leaving the warmth of her body.

I glide my cock through her channel again, feeling the result of both our climaxes. A feral part of my brain delights in the absolute mess I've made of her.

"You'd better hold on tight, My Warrior. I'm going to fuck you until daylight."