15. Bailey

Listening to the stars and the moon and dancing to the music I could just barely hear made something wild and wonderful rise inside me. And maybe that feeling came solely from being with Katar, though I wasn't going to doubt anything. He said it was music, and I wanted to believe.

He lifted me into his arms again, but when I thought he'd go inside, perhaps put me on the sofa or lay me on my bed, he dropped instead onto the grass.

It was cool and damp, but it felt heavenly against my overheated body. I was wrapped up in Katar, and there was no place I'd rather be. Was this coming at me too fast? Maybe. But I suspected if I didn't grab onto it and let it take me where it willed, I'd never find the me I'd always ached to be.

He kissed me, and I soon lost track of the stars, the moon, and even the damp grass beneath me. All I could do was feel. His tongue tracing along mine, his tusks pressing against my cheeks in a way that delighted me.

His fingertips glided up and down my sides.

We weren't going to take this all the way; we'd made that clear. But I suspected whatever we did tonight was going to change my life forever and drive me feral. Did staid Bailey dare to let go?

Katar's mouth left mine, and he kissed his way across my jaw to my neck, sliding his mouth back to my ear. When he nibbled on my earlobe, I groaned and bucked my hips up toward him.

Yes, Bailey was going to fully let go, and she was going to enjoy it.

Too many times in the past, an evening with a guy would turn sour. He'd kiss me a few times, touch me without any skill, and then tell me he didn't understand why I wasn't turned on. He'd get impatient.

Katar had barely touched me, and I'd turned into a raging inferno.

"You're my mate," he growled against the overheated skin of my neck. "I only want you. Need you." His fingertips, so gentle, slid to my breast, and when he cupped it, I barked out a cry.

A dog a few doors down started howling.

My snicker slipped out before it dissolved into a moan. He was rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger and what could be better than that? Oh, I soon found out when he replaced his hand with his mouth.

He coiled his tongue around my nipple, tugging. His other hand made sure my second breast wasn't feeling neglected, and he stroked the nipple, bringing it to a needy peak. While I whimpered and jerked my chest up to his touch, his fingers left my breast to trail across my belly. Under any other circumstances, I'd wince. I mean, I needed to lose weight. But Katar didn't seem to notice or maybe orcs enjoyed a lusher figure. For whatever reason, I didn't feel like sliding out from underneath him.

No, my thighs parted.

He slid his fingertips through my curls. "You're beautiful," he said against my breasts. "Are you wet for me, sweetheart?"

Very much so. I jerked my head in a nod, then closed my eyes. The stars and the moon's music hummed across my bones. Or maybe that was Katar. He'd left my breast and was kissing across my belly, stroking it with his tongue as if he'd never get enough of my taste or the feel of my skin against his mouth.

He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and I surrendered. Just like that, I was willing to give anything, sacrifice anything just to be with this male for the rest of my days. Was this what he meant by the fusion of two souls, the mate bond of his people? I wasn't an orc, but that didn't mean I wouldn't be affected by whatever chemicals were raging through him. Like pheromones, they'd sink into me and make me crave him for a lifetime and beyond.

"You're mine," he whispered against my flesh.

Completely mesmerized, all I could do was nod. Because he was right. I was his from the moment we met.

He continued kissing downward. When he spread my legs wider, he kissed first the inside of one thigh, then the other. Sparks flew from my nipple he stroked with his fingers to my very core, and I wasn't sure I could stand it.

But I had more inside me to give. More to take from him.

My pussy caught fire as he nudged his knee between mine.

His tongue slid from my opening to the top, where he paused. "Such a cute little bud." He shot me a tusk-filled grin. "What will happen if I taste it, if I suck on it? Will my pretty little mate get wet? Will my pretty little mate come from my touch?"

His words made me go wild. I writhed beneath him, craving it all. Craving him.

His tongue delved inside me while his fingers rolled my clit. He growled out his satisfaction, speaking in a jumble while his tongue flicked inside me. "You. Taste. Amazing. I'm going to eat you every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'll never need to eat anything but you again."

"You'll starve," I snorted out, grabbing onto his horns, keeping his head where I needed him most.

"Never," he vowed, though it came out like wawa.

His nose dragged through my curls, and he looked up at me, somehow still speaking while his tongue continued to pump deep inside me. "You smell amazing. I'm going to smell your sweetness every day of my life."

A guy who wanted to go down on me daily? Sign me up right now.

I wiggled, wanting more, and he obliged as if I'd cried out my need, moving his mouth through my wet folds. His infernal tongue kept teasing inside, where I throbbed. An ache built inside me, and soon I was going to explode and shoot all the way to the stars. Then I'd hear them singing for sure.

As he shifted his face back and forth, his tusks grazed across my flesh, dragging through my wetness to the point it must coat his entire face.

He growled and nibbled, his tongue still driving deep inside me. I was being fucked by a mouth and fingers, and I couldn't keep track of what was best, the thick band dipping in and out of my passage or his fingertips working on my clit.

I tugged on his horns, pulling him deeper between my legs. When a growl ripped from him, I paused, lifting my hands away in case I'd hurt him.

Reaching up, he grabbed onto my hands and placed them back on his horns.

"Turns me on," he mumbled, and I somehow understood him. "Going to come if you keep it up."

There was something incredibly arousing in knowing I could turn him on with such a simple touch. So I got into it, sliding my fingertips from the base of his horns to the tips while he pumped his hips, sliding his cock against my lower leg.

He was doing all the tasting, but how could I complain? I wanted him to do this all night. Okay, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

How long had we decided we were going to wait before he sunk that big thick cock inside me? Too long.

His tusks scraped across my aroused flesh, and I cried out at the intense sensation. His fingers and tongue alternated, his tongue pumping in when his fingers pulled out, creating a furious rhythm that was going to drive me out of my mind. We were going to go there together.

"Yes," he growled and lifted his head briefly, though the tip of his tongue remained inside me. It could stay there forever. "Keep touching my horns. I'm going to fall apart, my sweetness." He continued to drive his fingers deep inside me. "See how you take them. That's two, but I think you can handle three, don't you?"

They were as thick as every part of this amazing orc, but if he said I could take it, I was going to let him do it.

The stretch made me gasp, and he paused, looking up at me, looking so silly with part of his tongue still inside me.

"Too much?" he mumbled.

"Hell, no."

He grinned. "Did you, my prim and proper librarian, just swear?"

My heart swam from his teasing, melting into a big puddle inside my chest. "If I shout fuck, what will you do?"

"I'm going to give you that too as soon as our waiting period is over, and you're going to take my cock as sweetly as you're now sucking on my four fingers."

"Four? Fuck…" I moaned, shoving my hips up to meet each thrust of his hand.

"You're so wet. I love it." Diving back down, he somehow slipped his tongue inside me along with his fingers. I felt stretched to the limit but seeing his erect cock not long ago told me he was even bigger. It was going to feel amazing when he sunk it deep inside me.

When I thought I couldn't take any more, that I was going to shatter into a million fragments of Bailey, he pushed me for more, his fingers and tongue going faster.

"Shoulda sucked on your clit the moment we met," he snarled.

"Before or after I hit you with a stapler?" How could I find the wits to think, let alone speak?

"Both." He moved his hand faster, tipping his gorgeous face up to watch mine. Our eyes locked together. "You're beautiful. Come for me."

And I did, my back arching, and my body spasming like it never had before. My pussy sucked on his fingers, his tongue, and I blasted out a cry of intense satisfaction.

He growled, and I felt his cock jerk against my leg, spurting thick strands of seed onto the grass.

He was right. Orcs did produce a lot of cum.