My Orc Santa Claus (Eastshore Isle #5)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Nikki

It was a special day unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

Breakfast conversation was lively, and I saw a side of Sakkara I’d never seen before; with Emmy he was playful and teasing, and as much as I liked his stern and take-control side, this part of him was endearing.

We discussed Christmas traditions and plans for next week’s festival. Emmy was particularly delighted to learn her father would be playing the role of Santa Claus in the parade, and the two of us teased him about his appointment to get the suit fitted.

“Beard?” Emmy asked, and without breaking stride—or marveling at how amazing it was she’d chosen me as worthy of speaking to—I nodded solemnly. “Beard wigs, I think. That’s a thing, right? A wig for your chin?”

Since I was acting out having a thick beard, both of us dissolved into giggles as Sakkara rolled his eyes. “Ha-ha. I guess this means you don’t think I have the time to grow one out between now and the festival?”

Since the parade and festival were next Friday—only a few days before Christmas—I quipped, “I highly doubt that.”

“Beard wig,” Emmy repeated with a solemn nod.

That first night we’d had dinner at the diner, Sakkara had told me she spoke at home. But I was still in shock that I was lucky enough to hear her. I knew, from my time in school, that this kind of trust was awe-inspiring. The fact that she was willing to open up to me was truly remarkable.

It made knowing I was leaving even more difficult.

And I did have to leave. The ferry to the mainland was running regularly today, so that meant I had a chance to catch it every hour, and I knew I needed to. I needed to load my suitcase into my car, drive to the terminal, take the ferry to the mainland, and then just…disappear.

Peter would come to Eastshore eventually, and he’d probably look for me at the school first. But when he couldn’t find me there, he’d move on and leave these people alone. Meanwhile, I’d be in Alabama or Oregon or maybe even Mexico, getting on with my life.

I wouldn’t even tell the US Marshall where I was going.

Yep, that was the plan.

And I would go…after breakfast.

But then, after breakfast, of course I helped Emmy rinse dishes and load the dishwasher. There were more dishes, thanks to me, right?

And by the time we finished with that, Sakkara was already hanging the lights on the tree, and then Emmy grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the pile of ornament boxes, and I helped her with that …

Then we were all sucking on candy canes and hanging ornaments and singing along to the carols Sakkara played on his phone. Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time I decorated a Christmas tree…maybe one of the shelters I stayed in as a teen? Or even before that?

It was… fun wasn’t the right word. I mean, yeah, it was fun, but it was more than that. It was cozy. Comforting. I felt as if I’d been wrapped in a thick wooly towel again, and Sakkara was carrying me through life.

And it was fucking amazing .

I never wanted it to end.

So when we finished, and stood back to admire our finished product, I didn’t even think about the ferry schedule. When Emmy suggested the most modern remake of The Grinch Stole Christmas , I agreed wholeheartedly.

Sakkara popped popcorn, and all three of us curled up on the couch together.

I don’t know if Emmy noticed he had his arm around me as well as her, but I couldn’t seem to make myself pull away. From either of them. I wanted to be there in his arms, in her life. I wanted that desperately .

And as the day went on, my plan to leave became less of a priority.

I should want to leave. I should want to protect them from Peter’s eventual arrival…but I was addicted to this fuzzy, feel-good feeling. I was addicted to the buzz I got each time Emmy spoke to me, or the way my stomach flipped over whenever Sakkara winked at me.

I wanted this.

And I was too weak to fight it.

I helped make lasagna—or “crazy spaghetti,” as Sakkara explained Emmy’s mother had called it, for an early dinner. Then the three of us went for a walk as the sun set.

And Sakkara held my hand .

Part of me wondered if he was claiming me like this, for the neighbors to see…but a much bigger part of me was thrilled at the thought of being claimed like this. Yes! Yes I’m his! I’m safe !

I remembered what I’d told him about dating Peter, about a strong male being able to keep me safe from the others. And I remembered how disgusted he’d been by Peter’s tendencies. Sakkara was a strong male, and God help me, I wanted him.

Wanted him in a way I couldn’t deny.

So after Emmy’s eighth bedtime book—I was a sucker for reading out loud to her, I’ll admit it—and her trotting off to bed, when Sakkara leaned down and murmured, “ Stay with me ” into my ear…

Well, I’ll admit that shivers went down my spine at the promise in that request.

Since we were standing too close together, I tipped my head back. There was a hunger in his expression that made my pussy clench, and his nostrils flared as if he could tell that.

“Stay with me tonight, Nikki,” he murmured again, dropping his head to nuzzle near my temple. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

And Dios mio , with that promise, what else was I supposed to do except whimper, “Yes, Daddy.”

“If I do anything you don’t like, you need to tell me. I need to know that you trust me.”

I nodded shakily. “I trust you.”

I did. I did trust him.

He carried me into his room and removed my clothes.

No. No, saying he removed my clothes is far too simple a description for what he did.

Sakkara …

Look, I’ve never been worshiped, the way our ancestors once worshipped those fat-bottomed, big-tittied fertility goddesses, you know the ones I mean? But what I’m saying is, if I was , it would feel a lot like this.

Yeah.

Sakkara worshiped me.

Each article of clothing he pulled off was accompanied by strokes against my heated skin, and kisses, and murmurs in another language, until I was more or less on fire. We stood in the middle of his bedroom, with me quietly burning, and him doing everything he could do to fan the flames.

Finally, desperately, I reached up and planted my palms on his cheeks, curling my fingers around his jaw, and pulling him down toward me.

He hesitated only a moment, then allowed me the control. I stretched up on my toes and pressed my lips to his, showing him what I wanted. I felt his lips curl under mine as he wrapped his arms around my back and lifted, and he made a little noise of understanding to match my moan of need.

I ended up with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck as we kissed. Or rather, I kissed him, because I knew enough to know this wasn’t an orcish custom, and he seemed content to let me lead.

I licked, I sucked, I nipped. I showed him what felt good, and when I dragged my tongue along one tusk, Sakkara growled and tightened his hold on me.

It didn’t seem fair to be once more naked while he was fully clothed. His hard abs pressed against my thighs, but below that…

I gyrated, knowing how wet I was already, knowing that was his cock probing at my ass .

Tonight, I was going to feel that in me. Tonight, I was going to finally be fucked by an orc. By Sakkara .

But Sakkara didn’t seem inclined to get on with it . He was taking his time torturing me, teasing me. Or maybe he was just really enjoying the kissing. Either way, it seemed as if he’d be content to stand here forever while I gyrated helplessly against him, getting closer and closer to an orgasm without any help from him .

All he’d done was stroke me, for fuck’s sake.

I wanted his mouth on my nipples again. I wanted his fingers inside me. I wanted his mouth on my clit, dammit!

With a frantic little mewl, I ground against his hard abs, my legs getting a workout just holding me upright.

And he chuckled.

The jerk chuckled ?

I reared back, pulling my bottom lip from between his with an audible pop . The movement sent a shock through my core, and I gasped, then narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you teasing me on purpose?”

“Oh no, my pretty little pet,” he crooned, moving one hand lower on my ass to heft more of my weight. “I was letting you enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy myself ? I raised one brow…just as he pulled one of my butt cheeks to the side and pressed his fingertip to my asshole.

That was it. Just a gentle touch.

But I swear to you, that little touch was wired directly to my clitoris, and with a groan, I felt my eyes flutter half-closed, and I began to rock against him again.

Dimly, I was aware that I was dry humping a male in his bedroom, but I couldn’t seem to make myself stop. Didn’t want to stop.

And you’re not exactly dry, anyhow .

Yeah, that was true. Even over my own panting, I could hear the obscene slurping sounds my pussy was making against his shirt.

“You like that?” He pressed his finger again, just a little deeper, and Dios mio , it felt so dirty I gasped again, loving the sensation. “You want more of that? I could put my mouth on you again.”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” I moaned, burrowing my face in his shoulder and wriggling my hips against him.

I felt him chuckle. “Why should I, though? You’re using me enough already. Riding me like a desperate little slut.” I felt his claws pressing gently into the flesh of my ass cheeks, pulling me closer. “You like this? You like being my dirty little human pet?”

Oh God did I! His words… The way he was talking to me was sending me over the edge.

“I do,” I gasped against. “ Dios mio , Daddy, I do!”

“And I’ll bet you want to come?” he crooned, scraping those claws over my skin in a way that made me shiver. “You want to come now? Like this? My little human slut riding her big monster daddy?”

All I could manage was a desperate sort of groan.

“Well I don’t want that,” he suddenly declared, pulling me away from him.

And I had a moment of sharp disappointment, realizing I’d offended him. But then he was dragging me away, lifting me, and I squealed as he lifted me straight up , until I could have reached up and touched the ceiling of the house, and he pressed his face against my crotch.

His wide tongue slid between my thighs, and I—helpless—opened them. I could feel him sliding inside me as I grabbed the back of his head for stability and felt myself rocketing over the edge.

I came on his face again .

I came on his face as he lapped at me, his tusks scraping against my clitoris, and I humped his head.

I know it sounds unfeasible. It shouldn’t be feasible, except that he was so much bigger and stronger than any male I’d been with before, and Dios mio , it was amazing.

As I came down from my climax, I felt—yes, felt —Sakkara hum in satisfaction. When he pulled me away from his face, I shuddered as his tongue slid from inside me, feeling a little raw and not quite ready to be abandoned like that.

But he was all no-nonsense as he placed me on the hope chest at the end of the bed and stepped back.

I was shaking a little when I looked up at him, standing there— still fully dressed —with his hands on his hips. He looked so stern that I felt myself sitting up straighter.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I lifted my gaze to his face. That tongue emerged, swiping across his lips, licking the evidence of my climax from his face. I blushed and glanced away.

“Nikki.” The word was harsh, commanding. My gaze shot back to him.

“Look at me,” he repeated, and this time he gestured at his shirt. “Look what you did.”

My blush intensified as I realized what he meant. His shirt was ruined by the giant wet patch in the front of it. The patch from my pussy, where I’d ground it against him in desperation.

The throbbing began in my core again. I guess I was a dirty little slut, wasn’t I?

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Come here,” he commanded sternly, and I was standing before I even considered it. I padded my way over to him and stood before him, so close I had to tip my head way back to meet his gaze .

“Take off my clothes.”

Gladly .

My hands moved quickly, sliding his shirt up, and as he pulled it over his head—I couldn’t reach, after all—I went to work on his pants. His boxers were a little difficult to slide down, only because of the massive cockstand he sported.

I hesitated, torn between following his directions and touching him. My fingers fluttered over the ridged head, and I found myself desperate to taste him. But he made a noise deep in his throat, and I rushed to do as he’d instructed.

When he was naked, Sakkara’s hand went to the back of my head, his fingers curling through my hair, and pulling my head back. “Good girl,” he murmured. Then he lowered his face until his lips were inches from mine. “Now clean up the rest of your mess.”

How could I be this aroused again, already? Groaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck and went to work on his lips, kissing and licking his jaw and chin and mouth until all traces of my earlier orgasm were gone.

He didn’t stand there stoically, though. Sakkara fondled and stroked and murmured and scraped in all the right ways. When he lifted his hands to my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I jerked in desperation, pressing myself up on my toes to taste more of him.

More of me .

“Enough,” he finally growled, moving his hands to my waist and tugging me away from him. “I need you to come again.”

“I’m…” I was panting so hard I had to close my eyes and focus on the words. “I’m halfway there.”

“Not good enough. ”

He took my hand and tugged me toward the bed, and I went more than willingly. He laid down and pulled me on top of him. Eagerly, I swung one leg over his waist and settled back until the tip of that incredible cock probed at my entrance.

Sakkara twined his fingers through mine so he could support me. “Do you understand what’s going to happen, Nikki?”

It was his serious tone that stopped me from being too flippant. I blinked down at him, not understanding.

“As soon as your sweet little cunt is wrapped around my cock, you’re going to come.” He said this less as a demand, and more as a truth. “It’s a fact of orc biology.”

Now I nodded eagerly, arching my back so my slick cleft slid along his cock. “I remember.”

“But I don’t want you to stop coming. Once you’re on me, you’re going to ride me, you’re going to draw out that orgasm, and I’m going to make sure you just. Keep. Coming .”

Oh.

Oh.

Dios mio .

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, wide-eyed.

Holding my gaze, Sakkara used his grip on my hands to maneuver me over his cock. “Ready?”

I nodded mutely.

And then sank down on top of him.

His cock was wide and ridged, just like my dildo. But it was also warm and…throbbing? It felt so much better, is my point, and each inch I slid down him brought another pitch in the long, drawn-out moan I was releasing.

Then I was down, and just as he’d promised, my orgasm burst over me.

That’s some good evolution right there.

But true to his word, Sakkara didn’t let me rest. As soon as he felt my inner muscles squeezing him, he began to move, which surprised a gasp out of me.

Beneath me, he began to rock his hips upwards, slowly at first, as he moved my hands to his chest. This meant I was leaning forward and allowed him greater movement. I gotta admit, I wasn’t paying too much attention, though, because all I could focus on was the way my body felt. As if someone had hooked up an electric charge to my inner thighs and was shocking me over and over again.

His cock curved forward, and each time he slid into me, the tip hit that mind-numbingly delicious spot right behind my clitoris and set off the electric shock again. He was rocking upward fast now, and his hands were on my breasts. I knew they were bigger than average, but in Sakkara’s hands they looked just perfect.

“That’s it,” he crooned, his expression oddly neutral, even as I was sure I was panting and huffing and drooling like a bitch in heat. “You’re riding me like such a good girl. My good little human slut.”

The combination of praise and—and whatever that was? Well, to say it did it for me seems like an understatement. He slammed upward, and I could feel my arousal coating him as I whimpered and moaned, flexing my own muscles around him.

Sakkara hefted my boobs, dragging them into my line of sight. I glanced down to watch him tug my nipples obscenely, then roll them between his fingers as if they were his own personal playthings.

As if I was his own personal plaything.

Dios mio , the thought of being this male’s personal plaything—being his sex partner—had my breathing hitching again, had the pressure building behind my clitoris. Or maybe, just as he’d demanded, it had never stopped. Lord knows my core was still spasming as he thrust into me .

“Nikki.”

At his call, I snapped my gaze back up to his and sucked in a sharp breath. Because his eyes? They were glowing green. Not the spark of green I’d seen in their depths before, which made me wonder if that was another kind of biological quirk. No, this was a full-on green glow, filling his eyes.

“Mine,” he growled, slamming into my pussy. “Say it.”

Oh, Dios mio, yes . “Yours,” I managed to gasp. “All yours, Daddy.”

One of his hands dropped from my breast to my core, and the pad of his thumb found my clit. I gasped and jerked against him, then sank back into his touch when he brushed it gently at first, then with more intensity.

“ Mine .”

He caught my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, and the surprise of it, combined with his growl, sent me over the edge again.

“Daddy!” I wailed, even as I felt him brace upward, felt him tense…

And then felt a flood of hot orc cum filling me, spilling between us.

Sakkara had come inside me.

An orc had come inside me.

I’d been dreaming of this for years, and I couldn’t even stop to appreciate it because I was still riding the climax to infinity and beyond. I rocked atop him, dragging out the pleasure as I dragged my pussy across those ridges, each one sending me shuddering again until I was just a big pile of gooey shivers, barely able to breathe and probably drooling a bit.

It took me a long moment to realize he was speaking, whispering quiet praise to me as one large hand swept up and down my spine .

“Such a good girl. You did such a good job riding my cock,” he murmured, staring up at me. “So fucking perfect, Nikki.”

Dimly, I blinked down at him, wrung out from three orgasms in a row. The green glow in his eyes was fading, and his lips were curled in a soft grin.

“You took my cock like such a good girl.” Sakkara used his touch on my back to pull me toward his chest, and I went willingly, my arms no longer able to hold me upright. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even think .

I just rested my cheek against his shoulder and listened to his heart beating, focusing on my own breathing.

Wow .

Orc cock was everything I’d ever hoped it would be. Definitely A-plus rating for my first time.

It wasn’t just any orc cock.

Yeah, that was true. It wasn’t the orc part that made this experience amazeballs. It was Sakkara .

He was the reason it had felt so good. I had felt so good. He was the one who’d seen what I needed to feel good and made certain I got it.

Mine .

That’s what he’d said, and I’d agreed with it.

My eyes fluttered closed.

Mine .

Was I his? I couldn’t be, could I? Why not?

Oh yeah, I had to leave.

I had to leave, because Sakkara was amazing, he was the fucking mayor of Eastshore…and he didn’t need someone like me in his life. Someone who could bring danger to him, to his family, to this town. Someone whom he’d sneer at if he knew who I really was.

I felt tears pricking behind my lids, which is not the kind of thing you expect after three mind-numbing climaxes in a row.

But then Sakkara was lifting me, moving me off him. I felt him roll off the bed and pad into the bathroom, then I heard the water turn on. I assumed he was cleaning up, maybe even showering, and dimly, I was aware I needed to do the same. I was sprawled in his bed, naked, dripping cum.

I just…couldn’t seem to make myself move.

Then he was back, and he was lifting me again. I opened my eyes, lifting my head as he cradled me. “Hmmm?” I managed.

“Shush.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead.

To my surprise, he’d filled the large garden tub with water…and sweet-scented bubbles. “I hope you like strawberry. It’s my favorite,” was all he said before he climbed in, still holding me , and sank down into the bath.

The bubbles were strawberry scented.

The guy had a favorite bubble bath? He put chocolate bars in his coffee and made killer pancakes and took regular bubble baths? While also being a fierce protector and leader of this town?

Yeah, I was falling hard for Sakkara, wasn’t I?

All the more reason to leave before I hurt him.

But…

But…

It felt so damn good to sink back against him like this, to let him gently wash me. To just close my eyes and allow my muscles to relax and chase away the fears of tomorrow.

To let him take care of me.

I don’t know how long we cuddled there in the bath, but eventually he lifted me. Just like last night, he toweled me dry and dressed me in his comfortable clothes, then tucked himself around me in bed .

Pillowing my cheek against his shoulder, I admitted the truth.

I wasn’t falling for this male.

I’d fallen already.

Mine .

Yes.