16. Katar

We went back inside and after feeding Mozzie and turning out the lights, we snuggled together in her bed.

I'd never felt as satisfied in my life, and I knew it would only get better. When I claimed her fully, she'd truly learn the meaning of wild. My sweet mate would find pleasure over and over soon.

Waking before Bailey, when the sun was just peeking above the horizon, I rose onto my elbow and watched her sleep. Seeing her so completely relaxed was like being reborn again, finding myself in her.

The feeling fired my urge to protect her.

I slipped from the bed and padded out to the kitchen, rubbing my hands together and then pulling things out of her fridge to make breakfast. I'd place a food order later. No way was I going to chow through all she had without replacing it tenfold.

She strolled into the kitchen while I was stirring scrambled eggs and juggling slices of bread in the toaster. I'd already cooked a bunch of sausage links and toasted half a loaf of bread, but I was a big boy. I ate hearty.

Her yawn stretched out, and she shifted as she leaned against the arched opening to the kitchen, the very short nightie she'd donned moving in a way that made me want to slip it up over her head and toss it aside.

Actually . . . I popped the toast that wasn't finished and shut off the stove burner, then strode over to her, taking her hand and tugging her all the way into the kitchen.

"Looking amazing today, my Bailey." Because she was mine. All I needed to do was claim her and love her for the rest of our days.

I swept the few remaining items off the island.

Bailey frowned as she watched papers go flying. "What—"

Lifting her, I placed her on the smooth surface, an amazing thing since this put her at my level.

I claimed her mouth, teasing my lips across hers, demanding entrance, tasting the minty flavor on her tongue. Moaning, she complied, her hands fluttering on my shoulders before she latched on, digging her nails into my skin.

Yes, like that, my pretty mate.

While my tongues entwined with hers and my cock roared in approval, I slid my fingers up beneath her gown.

Our mouths still fused together, she hitched her hips side to side, dragging up her nightie.

I laid her back on the island and kept that gown going until I could rip it up over her head, find her mouth with my own once again, and stroke both of her breasts.

Her legs were splayed wide, and later I'd make a sacrifice to the fates because, damn, this woman wasn't wearing anything beneath that skimpy nightie.

She ran her hands up and down my arms before stabbing them into my hair, stroking and tugging and driving me straight out of my mind. When I left her mouth, she growled in a needy way that made my poor cock slam against my abs, demanding entrance to the good stuff.

I kissed down her chest and stopped at her right breast to suck her nipple into my mouth. I shifted my face back and forth, rubbing my tusks across it, and I was rewarded when it hardened to a tight bud.

Tugging her to the edge of the island, I spread her legs wide and stepped between them, placed my hand between them.

She was incredibly wet. Swollen with a need I was more than willing to satisfy.

"You're amazing," I purred, sucking on her nipple again in a greedy way.

I stabbed two fingers inside her.

She cried out, clutching my horns, rubbing them in a way that made my cock throb and everything inside me tighten.

Because I didn't care about the meal I'd prepared; because I only wanted to eat her, I kissed across her belly and, with a grin, lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I'm about to feast."

"About? Get doin', sweetheart," she quipped, and I'd never loved her more than I did at this moment.

Loved?

Yeah. I embraced the feelings roaring through me just like I embraced her. This was the norm for orcs and their mates. They were each other's perfect match, so why fight the stampede of feelings when only this person had been picked by the fates for us?

I dove between her legs, dragging my nose through her wetness, drinking in how saturated she was, how amazing she smelled. I'd never get enough, but I was going to eat my fill this morning.

Then I proceeded to lick and suck and nibble on her clit.

She thrashed and moaned, and there wasn't a better sound than my mate finding satisfaction from my touch.

Because I already knew that she liked it, I pumped my fingers inside her, adding a third and the fourth like last night, twisting and turning them to make sure I stroked every bit of her inside walls.

Her clit was a work of art, slightly round yet peaked, and I swore I could feel it throbbing from my touch.

I could feel her body cresting, her inner walls tightening, sucking on my fingers, and I licked harder on her clit, flicking my head back and forth to stroke it with my tusks.

And when she shrieked and clamped down on my horns tightly, I fuckin' almost came in my pants.

Gentling my strokes on her clit, I continued to pump my fingers inside her, riding her orgasm for everything it was worth until she collapsed on the counter.

I gave her one final swipe of my tongue from her opening to her clit and leaned back, sighing while looking up at her.

"I need to do that again very soon, mate, so rest up."