Summoning the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #2)

Chapter Fifteen

Rok

“Does my female want my cock?” I asked in a seductive tone. When the tiny box spoke in that odd voice in her language, for some reason the words made my female laugh.

I assumed it was saying the wrong thing. I was barely understanding what she was trying to tell me with the monotone voice from the magic box, but it had to be some kind of translation spell.

If she’d done this earlier, I would have been able to seduce her inside the cave. Perhaps my female needed time to begin this translation spell.

Whatever the reason was, I appreciated that she was trying to communicate with me. It would make our mating so much easier. I licked my lips, taking a step closer to my Becca and her eyes went wide before she took a step backwards.

“You want to run, Becca?” I tsked with a grin. “You know what running does to orcs. That’d be the worst thing you can do.”

The magic box chattered its nonsense and my female’s eyes went wide. I felt my grin widen.

Good.

She needed to know that I was serious about her. About us. I’d begun our courting in the traditional way, but I was willing to skip a few steps if she let me. The touching of lips from earlier had only whetted my appetite for more of her.

She backed up another step and I released a low growl of warning. Did she want me to chase her? The images in my head—of chasing her through the forest, catching her, savoring her laughter against my mouth and then fucking her into the soft earth—were going to make me lose my mind.

She spoke to the magic box and it said in its terrible impression of Orcish, “I cannot. You leave.”

My brow furrowed at once and I shook my head with vehemence. “I’m not leaving. You told me we would be staying together.”

She waited for the words from the box and then she bit her lip. Searching my face, she sighed before muttering to herself and turning away. I was on her in an instant, my palm reaching out to caress the gorgeous curve of her ass.

She turned, smacking my hand and I grinned at her. Orcs weren’t shy when it came to touching. My parents—to my lasting trauma—were constantly touching one another. Mates were inseparable and one day my little witch would come to understand that way of life. For now, she could be shy.

I watched with amusement as my female tucked her hair behind her ear and took another two steps backward. I filled the gap with ease. I could allow her to be shy, but there was no way that I was going to pretend to not know how much she wanted me.

Her scent was flooded with lust and I would be more than willing to fulfill every need that she had. There was no way I was leaving my Becca to ache overnight. Not when there was so much I could do to help.

I leaned down and she yelped, smacking my chest with the hand clutching the gold pieces. I grunted at the tiny impact, but kept lowering my face. Her wide, beautiful hazel eyes blinked up at me and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my lips to hers.

This was my new favorite thing. The perfect way to show her how I felt about her.

Her eyes closed, her dark lashes hiding how much she wanted me. I focused on the rest of her instead, feeling the little fingers of her other hand dig into my arm, holding me close while the hand clutching the gold was still pressed to my chest.

I twined my tongue with hers and she released the most decadent sound I’d ever heard in my life, the jarring noise of clattering coins falling to the wooden floor filling me with pride. Both her hands were pulling me closer now and I moved her further into the room, already having memorized the layout.

I lifted her onto the high edge of what I assumed was a bed—but it seemed only large enough to hold my tiny female. Even if we had to sleep on the floor, I’d ensure my Becca was comfortable.

I gave her ass a firm squeeze and she smacked my shoulder until I released her and chuckled. Her legs parted around my hips and I groaned against her lips, tasting her deeper.

My entire body burned for her. I ran my fingers along her neck, dragging them down her shoulders and arms before wrapping them around her soft waist.

She yelped, tucking her stomach in, but I growled, tilting her head back again and distracting her with my lips. She was so perfect, so soft. I was going to explore every inch of her.

Following her luscious form with my hands, tracing her supple curves with awe and reverence. When I got to her lush breasts, I paused, knowing she was particular about me touching her there.

She sighed against my mouth, releasing me long enough to move my hands to them. I gave a groan and squeeze of appreciation. My female. She was here with me. After so long.

I tried to squeeze my eyes against the tears that formed there, but I wasn’t able to. My female pulled away and I turned from her in shame, but she cupped my cheeks, turning me back toward her.

There was a small smile playing on her lips and she murmured words in her language, glancing down at where my hands refused to release her precious breasts. Her smile widened and awe filled me as she swept one tear away from my cheek.

Her hands moved behind her and I watched in fascination as what she was wearing dropped to expose a covering for her breasts. I was forced to move my hands to allow it to fall, but only for a moment. I was touching her again, fascinated by the tiny patterns on the covering. The softness of the cloth.

Everything about her was a wonder. Where had she found such a smooth material? I was so busy studying it, that when it loosened and the tiny straps fell to the tops of my hand, I almost didn’t understand what was happening.

Then my breath froze in my chest and my gaze jumped to my female’s. She was giving me this. She was going to show herself to me. The tenderness I saw there in her eyes was almost my undoing.

I wanted to make sure she understood how much this gift meant to me. “You honor me,” I murmured to her, nuzzling my nose against hers the way I’d seen my father do to my mother countless times. “I will wear the skin of anyone who tries to harm you.”

The oath made, I stared into her eyes as I allowed the covering to fall, baring her to me. “You are everything to me,” I told her and she smiled again, even though she didn’t understand what I was saying.

Swallowing hard, I dropped my gaze and my knees almost buckled at the view. I allowed myself to drop to them, my cock throbbing in my pants as I stared at her luscious breasts. Her skin was lighter here, which told me she didn’t uncover them in the sun. That was good. I would have to kill less men for looking at her.

Her dark nipples were tight and hard, the scent of her arousal making me dizzy.

“Please tell me this is real,” I whispered, leaning forward to nuzzle against their softness. I released a deep groan, sending up a silent prayer of thanks.

The Gods had known what they were doing when they formed her for me.

“I want to fuck these,” I told her, looking up at her, and I noticed that she had her sweet lower lip between her teeth as she watched me. She might not know what I was saying, but she was enjoying this.

I’d make sure she fell in love with me touching her. That she craved my hands on her every second of the day. It was the first part of my plan to woo her and I was doing a good job of it so far.

“Let me lick you, Becca,” I murmured and her brows furrowed, but she gave me a dip of her chin. I felt the grin spreading across my lips before I swept my tongue over one pebbled nipple.

Her taste was sublime. I growled low in my throat and sucked it into my mouth, cupping her breasts and pressing them together against my face.

I was going to savor this. She would be worshiped if it was the last thing I did. I moved to the other nipple, absorbed in my task, but the little sounds she was making had me looking up at her.

My Becca’s eyes were closed and her head was tipped back with those pearly white teeth digging in harder to her lower lip. I lifted one hand to her face, cupping her cheek and tugging the lip out from the bite before she could make herself bleed.

She gasped, her brown skin in my green palm so beautiful I felt my chest ache with joy. She blinked down at me and a shy smile spread across her face. It was like a detonator set off in my head. I needed to make my female come and I needed to do it now.

“I need to see your sweet pussy, my mate. Let me see it,” I pleaded, my hands going to her skirt, lifting it slowly up her legs so she would know what I was asking of her.

She licked her already-moist lips, giving me another nod and I let my instincts take over. I’d swept the material up and ripped the scrap of cloth that was covering her pussy before another thought popped into my head.

Then all I could do was stare at her. Her utter perfection. Her pussy was soaking wet, all but dripping for me. The hair was neat and trimmed, a perfect smattering of softness for me to rub my face against. And her scent. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever smelled in my life. I was going to eat this female every day for the rest of my life.

Lust hit me like a log to the back of the head. I was so close to coming in my pants that I had to reach down and give my cock a painful squeeze. There would be none of that right now.

She was all that mattered. My pleasure was inconsequential. With a deep groan, I buried my face against her, spreading her wetness on it.

I needed to be covered in her. This scent of her lust on my face would tell other males that she was mine and she was well-pleasured. It would make them think twice about approaching her. Until she was covered in my own scent and filled with my cum, she wasn’t claimed, but I had every intention of killing any male who so much as sent her an appreciative look.

I would trail her everywhere she went until she agreed to be mine. To carry my younglings. I growled, moving one hand down to caress her soft stomach. She flinched for a second before relaxing against me.

Yes, you’re going to get used to my touch, female. No more running for you.

I swiped my tongue through her swollen lips, and I listened to my female gasp, her thighs trembling on either side of me.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Becca. Trust me with this and I’ll give it to you every chance I get,” I told her, her sweetness coating my tongue. I groaned, diving my tongue into her until she gripped my hair with one of her hands, a cry leaving her throat.

I was barely aware of the tug on my scalp, lost in her taste and softness. I was going to eat her for hours. The world could be ending around me and I wouldn’t even notice. This was where I was meant to be.