25. Bailey

Iwas being eaten alive, and he could keep on doing this forever. Who ever said cunnilingus wasn't satisfying hadn't been with Katar. This orc had a magical tongue. He'd woven his way into my soul, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

Nothing I wanted to do about it except hold on to his horns and let it happen.

His tongue dove inside me while his fingers were devoting their lives and charms to my clit.

I cried out, eternally grateful we were alone inside the library. As for the windows on either side of me, let alone Mr. Merryweather gazing sternly down at us, who the hell cared? I was lost in Katar-land, and as far as I was concerned, I never wanted to return to the real world. That place was filled with a tragic upbringing, finding a home with Helga, then losing that as well.

With Katar, I was starting anew.

He drove his wonderful tongue deep inside me, swirling it around and flicking it, teasing across my inner walls. Freakin' fucking me with it.

I shrieked again, and he tipped his head back to watch me. Utter satisfaction shone in his eyes, and I wasn't doing more than massaging his shoulders. Oh, wait, his horns . . .

I grabbed onto them, then realized the gesture lacked finesse. Taking better care, I teased my fingertips up and down them while he continued driving me to the brink with his mouth.

His groan slipped out when I hit what must be a sensitive part on his horns, a slight dimple I discovered on each side. I focused my attention there, stroking through them like he did with his tongue through my wetness.

My mind had lost all track of anything but me doing finger sex on his horns, him doing tongue sex on me, and how amazing my life was now that he was in it.

I bucked against his mouth and thanked the powers that be for placing this orc in my orbit.

He lifted his head. "Come for me, Bailey. Now." Diving back between my legs, he added a few fingers to his tongue, pumping into me in a way that was going to make me explode in seconds.

"You . . . come for me," I shouted. "This is a two-way street, mate."

He chuckled against my saturated flesh. "All in due time."

"I want you," I cried out. "All of you. It's past time you did some orc claiming, mate."

He stilled and looked up at me, tugging his tongue out, making my clit throb with need. "Are you sure?"

"Completely."

"Mate," he growled, stabbing his tongue inside me again before pulling it back out. "Do you want me here or . . . Or do you want to leave it for tonight's latest adventure into your wild side?"

He expected me to think? Jeez.

"I want both."

His incredible mouth stilled. His fingers stilled, and I whimpered. "Both?"

I nodded.

"Tell me with your big girl words, sweetheart," he purred.

"Fuck me right now, damn you."

"Now there's the prim librarian I've fallen in love with."

My heart flung itself against my ribcage, trying to reach him.

"You're sure here's the right place?"

"Everywhere," I breathed. "Now. I don't want to wait any longer."

"But here, as in the library, between the windows, with Mr. Merryweather watching?"

I'd lost all my inhibitions, and the idea thrilled me. "Can you think of a better place?"

His low laugh rang out. "Alright, then. Why don't we start by putting on a show for Mr. Merryweather. We can go truly wild. After that, I've got some stimulating ideas in store for you, mate."

I didn't doubt it. He possessed a sensuality I envied, but he'd taken my hand, and he was leading me on a journey I never hoped to come back from.

I was completely Team Katar.

With my legs back on the floor, he shucked his shirt, exposing all those miles of rippling, green-skinned muscles. I stroked his arms and his pecs, wanting to feel every bit of his skin.

Trailing my fingertips down his abs, I stopped at his pants and unfastened the top. He watched me with hooded eyes as I tugged down the zipper and parted the fabric, releasing his cock. It sprang free, thick and long.

Bumps shivered across the darker green surface, and when I teased the tip of my finger across one, it vibrated.

I'd died and gone to heaven, and it was centered in his cock.

"I knot," he growled.

I darted a look up at his face creased with desire. "Knot?"

"After." He touched the tip. "After I come, this part swells, locking me inside you. It's supposed to keep my seed inside to give us an orcling."

Strangely enough, I could picture myself holding a child created from both him and me, a perfect little person we'd share and adore. I wanted that image to be real.

"Condoms?" I asked.

"None fit."

"And what do you do in the orc kingdom?"

"It's rare for us to have any orclings, so no one worries about it."

"I'm on the pill."

When he frowned, I explained.

"So you can't get me pregnant despite your knot," I said.

"I think you're discounting the virility of my seed."

"And I think you're discounting the virility of my birth control."

"Very well." His chest puffed. "Challenge accepted."

My laugh snorted out, silenced quickly by a flash of pure need.

"Your cock seems pretty big already," I said. "How much swelling are we talking about?" I tried to wrap my hand around it, but it was too wide.

"My knot will fill you completely."

He was going to fill me completely just by pushing all this inside me—and I couldn't wait.

Frowning, I leaned over to check out something I saw just above his gorgeous cock. "And what's this?" I was on a voyage of discovery with his body, and man, was he beautiful.

"My spur."

"Oh, hell. You come with your own, built-in sex toy?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I come with two sex toys, and I'm going to give them both to you at the same time." He tapped the spur. "This is going to drive your clit wild."

"That's your tongue's role."

"While I'm pumping inside you from either the front or the rear, my spur will stretch. The tip will latch onto your pretty little clit and suck."

"I'm never going to want anyone else," I said in awe.

"Only me, Bailey." Jealousy burned like a flame in his dark eyes. "No one else is ever going to place his cock inside your slick wetness but me."

I curled my finger to bring his face lower, and when he did, I slid my fingers along his horns, paying particular attention to the erogenous area I'd discovered.

His eyes closed, and a groan ripped through his chest.

"You know what this means?" I asked in a sultry voice.

He snarled and shook his head no.

"That you belong to me."

In a flash, his hands were all over me, pulling my blouse off, sliding my skirt down over my hips.

Latching onto my hands, he held them above my head against the wall. They banged into Mr. Merryweather's nose, but he could deal.

"Bailey," Katar growled, kissing me, his tusks pressing against my cheeks and my glasses squishing my nose, though I didn't care about either. "I'm going to take you hard and fast. You're never going to want anyone but me."

I'd never been turned on by an alpha, but his words worked, driving heat through me like a red-hot poker, centering in my core that already throbbed for his big cock.

As he kissed along my neck and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, I arched my back, offering myself to him.

His breathing was ragged, and his gaze scorched my flesh. There was something incredibly powerful about knowing I could turn this male on like no other. And that he could unlock the wildness inside me and set it free.

"I want you so completely enthralled by me that you can't see where you stop and I begin," he growled against my breast. "Can you give that to me? Can you let go and be mine completely?"

My guttural moan ripped out, and I nodded.

"Big girl words, Bailey," he chided, one corner of his mouth curling up. "Tell me what you need."

"You. Take me. Claim me. Show me what I've been missing." I was so far gone already, he'd only have to slide his thumb across my clit, and I'd explode.

His mouth collided with mine, his kiss as wild as the Bailey hiding inside me. Lust coursed through me, but it was so much more than that. This was the start of a fusing of two souls, the beginning of us.

With his palms on my thighs, he lifted me and thrust me against the wall, creating a bang that vibrated through my bones and shifted the portrait above me. Katar stepped between my legs as I curled them around his torso.

He lifted his head. "First, mate, you're going to fall apart for me. Would you do that for me, let me completely possess you?"

"Yes," I breathed.