5. Serenity

Serenity

S omehow his cock grows impossibly longer and thicker in my hand. His eyes are dark and feral, and I don’t care. I want him.

Agis yanks off his sweatpants and stands, huge and green, in the fallen leaves.

Then he lifts me over his shoulder, and my jeans are peeled down my legs. He radiates so much heat that I don’t even feel the cold.

He lays me down on the wooden bench, my coat cushioning my back, and he is between my legs, tasting me. I buck at the feel of him, mouth and tusks, on my most sensitive parts.

Warmth pools in my gut and I moan. I grip his hair as he devours me. Even in the cold, I’m soon a sweaty, moaning mass of jelly.

“I need you,” I gasp.

Agis lifts his head, eyes searching mine. He stands, and raises my legs, pressing the tip of his giant cock against my entrance.

I can’t help but tense.

Will he fit? Will it hurt?

But I want this, I want him.

No words pass his lips as he begins to move inside. The strain on him is evident in every tight muscle of his face and chest. He’s barely holding himself back.

My body opens to welcome his girth, and the feel of him stretching my inside walls makes me tremble. Slowly, he fills me, deeper and fuller than I’ve ever felt. When he hits the very end of me, my mouth drops open and a feral sound escapes me.

Agis growls, a sound full of need.

“I’m ready,” I gasp. “You won’t hurt me.”

He pulls out, and plunges into me again, all the way up to that very end. I cry out. But he is moving, speeding me toward the cliff of orgasm. He lifts my hips, holding me for greater access.

The strain on his face disappears as he gives into his need. I let go, losing myself to his body and mine, as we become one great beast together. When I come, I scream, and a flock of birds takes flight from the trees.

Agis follows me with a great roar.

Afterward, Agis wraps my coat around my naked body and cradles me in his lap on the wooden bench. The small hikers' shelter offers just enough protection from the crisp mountain air, though his body radiates enough heat for both of us.

"Are you okay, Serenity?" His massive hand strokes my back, gentler than anyone would expect from an orc.

"I'm fine." My voice comes out breathless, my body still humming with aftershocks. Every muscle feels deliciously loose. "That was amazing."

"I am no good for you." His expression darkens.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest. "After what we just shared?" I shift in his lap, wincing pleasantly at the lingering ache between my legs. "You are great for me. Fantastic even."

When his worried frown doesn't fade, I press a soft kiss to his chest, tasting the salt on his dark green skin. "It'll be okay."

"No, you don't understand who I am." His arms tighten around me protectively. "What I've done."

"We have all the time in the world to get to know each other." A bond pulses between us, warm and sure as the morning sun that filters through the shelter's roof.

His expression grows more troubled. "Those guys at the cabin, this Ethan?"

The name sends a chill through me that has nothing to do with the autumn air. "Ethan is my ex."

Agis's growl reverberates through his chest and into mine, primal and possessive.

"Long over, I assure you." I trace one of his tattoos with my fingertips, trying to soothe him. "But the Wildlife Center is in a lot of debt, and Ethan holds the loans."

“The gambling man?”

"I nod, pulling my coat tighter against the autumn chill. "If I don't pay him back soon..."

"You need to make money?" Agis shifts beneath me, tension radiating through his massive frame. "You make it at the casino?"

"No." The word comes out sharp as broken glass. "I'm not giving Ethan another inch. Gambling my parents' center, when that's all I have left of them..." My voice catches. "I could never."

"You don't like gamblers?" Something changes in his voice, a new tension I can't quite read.

"Definitely not." My fingers trace unconscious patterns on his chest. "That's where it all went wrong with Ethan and me. Gambling brings out the worst in people. Turns them into someone you don't recognize anymore."

His face shutters like storm clouds blocking the sun. Our bond pulses with something dark and painful that makes my brow furrow with concern.

My skin feels sticky with dried sweat, and the autumn air is growing teeth. "Where are my pants, Agis?"

He gathers my scattered clothing with mechanical movements. I can't help but laugh at my mangled bra and blouse - casualties of orc passion. My legs wobble as I stand, still weak from our mating. I don't even remember losing my shoes, but somehow they're there with my socks, waiting to be put back on.

"I need to get home."

"I carry you," Agis says, scooping me up like I weigh nothing. "It's faster."

The forest blurs past as he moves through it with surprising grace despite his size. His skin radiates warmth against the cooling air, and I tuck my face into his neck to breathe in his wild scent.

Back in the cabin, I focus on rebuilding the fire, letting the familiar task help organize my scattered thoughts. The embers glow orange as I add kindling and watch the flames catch.

"Ethan's running an illegal gambling operation." Speaking the words makes them more real somehow. "And he's connected to the poachers."

"Yes." Agis's heavy footsteps pace behind me, uneven and pained.

I turn from the growing fire. "Your leg is bothering you. You shouldn't have carried me."

"I'm fine." His stubborn growl might be more convincing if he wasn't favoring his injured leg so obviously.

"Sit down and let me look at it." When he doesn't move, I point to the bed with my best no-nonsense expression. "Now."

His tusked mouth twitches. "Demanding little human."

"Stubborn big orc," I counter as I gather my medical supplies.

The bed creaks under his weight as he settles. I kneel before him, just as I did a few hours ago, but now everything has changed. The mate bond thrums between us as I carefully unwrap his bandages with trembling fingers. The intimacy of this simple act feels almost as profound as our mating.

"The cuts have reopened," I say, cleaning away fresh blood. "You shouldn't have been running on this."

"Had to keep you safe," he growls.

I look up and find his gray eyes blazing with intensity. "Why?"

"You know why."

My heart pounds. "Tell me anyway."

He catches my hands in his massive ones. "Because you're my mate, Serenity. My true mate."

"Is that why you ran earlier?"

"Yes." His thumbs stroke over my palms. "I'm not worthy of you. I'm not good like Talon."

"Let me decide that," I whisper, rising up on my knees between his legs.

This time when I kiss him, he doesn't run. His lips capture mine with desperate hunger, and his tusks press against my cheeks. I gasp as he lifts me effortlessly and settles me across his lap.

"I'll hurt you," he mutters against my mouth.

"You didn’t, you won't." I grip his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles under my fingers. "I trust you."

He groans and buries his face in my neck, breathing deeply. "Mine," he growls, and the word sends shivers down my spine.

His hands span my waist as I rock against him. Even through our clothes, I can feel how huge he is, and arousal floods me. There's no stopping this now – the mate bond is alight like a scorching flame.

"Need you," he pants, tugging at my shirt. "Need my mate."I help him strip away our clothes until there's nothing between us but skin. His massive body is all hard muscle.

Dark tattoos swirl across his chest and arms. I trace them with my fingers, learning the shape of him.

He explores me just as thoroughly, his huge hands surprisingly gentle as they map my curves. In the forest, our coupling had been based on pure need, this is slower, more careful as we get to know each other. His touch on my skin feels like fire and it ignites every nerve in my body.

When he takes my breast in his mouth, I cry out and arch against him. His tusks scrape deliciously against my sensitive skin, making my skin prickle. He sucks and bites at one nipple while his hand plays with the other, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

He whispers breathlessly against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "You're so tiny, so perfect."

With a burning need, he traces his fingers over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. Sliding his large hands between my legs, he begins to tap out a tantalizing rhythm against my sensitive parts. I arch into him, overcome by the sensations coursing through me as one finger slides inside me, quickly followed by another.

His dark eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity that makes every part of me fill with longing and anticipation.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for but knowing that only he can quench this fire within me.

He knows exactly what I need. Laying back, he positions me over him. With a low growl, he urges me on. "Take what you need, my mate. Show me how to please you."

I lower myself onto him slowly, savoring every inch of his thick cock as it stretches and fills me up inside. My body strains to accommodate his size, but I relish in the feeling of fullness and the pulse of pleasure radiating from where we are joined. Every ridge and vein of his cock stimulates the nerve endings within me as he slides deeper and deeper into my core.

His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding and controlling our movements, but allowing me to set the pace. And I do, moving my body in sync with his and finding a rhythm that takes us both to the brink of ecstasy

When I finally take him fully inside of me, we both groan in pleasure.

"My mate," he growls deep in his throat as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "My Serenity."

I start to move, and the world narrows to just this – the feel of him inside me, his hands on my skin, the mate bond singing between us. He watches me with such intensity, such devotion, that tears spring to my eyes.