27. Bailey

Iwas a limp wreck, but we'd just gotten started. His cock was still a thick rod thrusting against his abs and, greedy me, I wanted to feel all of it.

"Mine," I snarled with the wildness he'd unlocked inside me. I grabbed his cock and squeezed. "You're holding out on me, Katar." I was a wire pulled tight, and if he didn't give me everything, I was going to snap.

He unhooked my legs from around his body, and I whimpered when he lowered me to the floor.

"It's not over," I cried as he stepped back.

But he took my hand and squeezed it, and the devilish smile on his face made everything inside me quiver.

"Not over by a long shot." He tugged me behind him, across the big open room of the library and into the foyer. Sometime between Vera leaving, him looking over the camera footage, and him finger fucking me between the windows, it had gotten dark.

He opened the door, and cool night air swept in.

I sobered in an instant. "What—"

"Time to go really wild, Bailey." He took me out the front door and to the right.

"We're outside," I squeaked. "Naked!"

"And you look amazing." He lifted his hand and licked the fingers that had just been driving deep inside me. Coiling his tongue around each of them, he sucked to make sure he got every bit of my wetness. "Amazing."

"I . . . I . . ." Just like that, he could make me fall apart, make me forget we were outside, that anyone could walk by and see us.

"There's a big bush." He waved to it, and yes, it did somewhat block us from the path and the sidewalk.

My car was the only one in the lot, and while the streetlights were lit, the closest pole was on the opposite side of the road. Thankfully, no one was walking by.

He dropped down onto the stone bench on the open deck in front of one of the windows, and patted his lap, his lips curling up around his tusks. "Sit. Ride me, mate. Show me how crazy you can be."

"But someone could see us," I sputtered. Right now, only my eyes were wild, darting from him to the lot to the road.

He shrugged and wrapped his fingers around his cock. "They'll look away."

"I might cry out."

He flashed me a tusky smile. "Oh, you'll definitely cry out. But I plan to capture your heady sighs and screams with my mouth."

When he put it like that . . .

I pursed my lips. "Promise?"

"Get your pretty ass over here and spread your thighs for me. Show me that wild woman inside who's been begging to get out."

My breath caught. His dirty talk was going to drive me to my knees.

"There's no moon or stars tonight," he added, glancing up. "It's dark enough we shouldn't be seen."

"Shouldn't isn't won't."

"I dare you." He milked his luscious cock with his big hand. "Come suck on this with your pretty little cunt, sweetheart."

"Fuck," I breathed. "If any other male used cunt in relation to my body, I'd smack him."

"Say more dirty things to me, sweetheart."

"I've sworn more in the past few days than the rest of my life combined."

"I like hearing you say fuck. Now trot your sweet little body over here, climb on top of me, and let me show you what you've been missing."

Someone might see. Someone might hear.

And right now, I didn't give a damn.

I was so aroused I was going to explode just standing here watching him touch himself.

No, I was greedy enough, I wanted to be the one doing it for him.

Straightening my back, I sauntered over to him, swaying my hips. His smile grew with each of my steps.

"Now there's my amazing mate," he purred, patting his thigh. "She's going to come for me again. I know it."

With that cock and spur? It was guaranteed.

I climbed up onto his lap and straddled his thighs, not quite sure how this would work. The only other time I tried this position, I bounced around while the guy groaned and came, then he urged me off and went to sleep while I lay beside him, fuming, with my body just starting to warm up.

"You're overthinking this." He tipped my chin up so our eyes could meet. "Just feel."

When he slid his hand between us and started rubbing my clit, I caught fire once more. The world around us compressed until it was just him and me.

"Claim me, sweetheart. Ride me hard and get your reward."

"I'm not even sure we'll fit." Gasping, I leaned back, thrusting my hips forward, spreading my thighs further while he dipped a finger inside me. I clutched his sides and rocked against his thumb. "Yes, like that."

His lips curled up before smoothing. "Rise. Settle down on top of me when you're ready. I promise, I'll make sure it sinks all the way inside you."

He was so stiff, and the nubs hummed a low tune that called to me like no other.

I lifted my body and spread myself further, placing the head of his cock at my saturated entrance.

"Yes, like that," he growled. "Tell me when you're ready."

I flashed a look up at his face, pausing to take in how tight it was with need. He'd given me so much pleasure already while ignoring his own needs. He might act all alpha, but inside he was mush—for me.

The thought thrilled me like no other.

I jerked my head in a nod. "I'm ready."

"Then let go."

Releasing my hold on my thighs, I dropped down while he pushed on my hips.

Only a fraction of his beautiful cock sunk inside me.

Whimpering with need, I lifted and let myself fall again, but even now, only part of his cock filled me.

"You promised me," I snarled, my face pinched, my body quivering and shaking with arousal.

His low laugh rang out. "Never fear, sweetheart, I fulfill all my promises."

The next time I rose and let myself go, he jerked his hips up to meet me, driving his glorious cock all the way inside me.

I paused, panting against his warm chest, savoring how wonderful the stretch felt. I was splayed wide for him like a feast.

Then his spur found my clit and started vibrating.

With a gasp, I looked up, my gaze meeting his filled with humor. "Like it?"

"Fuck," I groaned.

He curled forward to kiss me again, lifting his head only enough to speak, his lips teasing mine with his words. "Cry ‘fuck' when you come, mate. I need it."

My inhalation shuddered through my lungs, and I nodded.

I was so going to shout fuck.

I started moving, though honestly, he did most of the work, lifting me with his big fingers wrapped around my waist, then driving me down when I dropped, his cock thrusting up to meet me.

While I whimpered and moaned against his chest, his spur slicked across my clit. I was a dripping wreck, and only this male was going to complete me.

Prissy Bailey? Meet your match in an orc named Katar.

We went faster, him slamming up into me while I clung to his arms and drove myself down. Our bodies were a sweaty blur, and when I started to shudder in his arms, he helped me go faster.

"I have to . . ." I was so far gone; I couldn't complete the thought. I searched for his gaze, finding him watching me, his eyes darkened with need.

"Take it. Bloom with it, Bailey. I'm yours. You're mine. And nothing and no one is going to tear us apart."

The tip of his spur vibrated harder, and pleasure sucked me down in its heady embrace. I came in rolling waves, crashing against the shore over and over while I rode him.

I surrendered everything I was inside to this male alone, handing him my heart and my soul along with my body.

And like he'd promised, he curled forward and captured my mouth, captured my sighs and my cries of pleasure. Captured me bellowing fuck.

When I slumped in his arms, he lifted his head. He growled and slid his fingers down to the bottoms of my thighs, spreading them even farther. Then he pumped his cock up into me in a wild rush, driving so deep, I rocketed up into the sky once more.

I bucked against him, kissing his chest until he bellowed and came deep within me.

My breath flew out all at once, and I gazed up at him. We stared at each other, and his hands rose to gently cup my face.

"Mate of mine?"

"Yes?"

"You've wrecked me, and I can't wait for you to do it again."

I'd never felt as decadent and satisfied in my life.

Our bodies still knotted together, he stood and carried me back inside, kicking the door shut with his heel and twisting the lock. He padded down the hall to my office and settled in my chair like he owned it.

Why not? He'd just owned me.