Summoning the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #2)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rok

The taste of the potion was as foul as the smell, but I kept it down, unsure of what I was supposed to expect.

It’ll help you understand us, was all Rudgar had said, but when my sweet Becca had offered it to me, hope filling her eyes, I couldn’t say no. If this tiny female asked me to jump from the edge of a cliff, I’d do it.

“Can you understand me?” Becca asked, and my eyes widened as the words condensed in my mind.

Wait. Is she speaking Orcish?

I lowered trembling hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. “Becca?” I whispered, searching her gaze.

“Oh my Gods, it’s working,” she replied, her smile glowing on her face.

“How is this happening?” I asked, running my hands down to her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer to me, until we were pressed tight against each other.

“I think that’s our sign to leave,” Dristan called, tugging his mate and brother toward the door. I didn’t look away from my mate’s gaze.

“It’s a potion,” she whispered, as the door closed with a click behind our guests. “For you to understand Common. And you’re speaking it, too. This is crazy.” Yet she was beaming up at me, joy radiating from her. “I didn’t know how long it would be before I was able to talk to you. I was going to start Orcish lessons with Dristan right away.”

“You would learn my language?” I asked, brow furrowed as I swept my hands down over her sweet curves.

“Of course,” she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And you won’t mind if I teach it to our younglings?” I asked her, sweeping my hands down to cup her luscious ass, dragging her harder against me. Her eyes went dark, her small, blunt teeth digging into her lower lip.

“I’m hoping you can teach it to me, too,” she said, with a little laugh, “but we haven’t said anything about children yet. Do you want them?”

I nodded, my brow furrowed and my words earnest as I murmured, “As many as we can have. I’m the last of my clan, Becca, and I hope you can help me grow it again.”

Her eyes went wide and she took a deep breath. “I always knew I wanted children, Rok. My family… Well, I was alone until I met Pen and her parents, so I knew I wanted to start a family of my own, but I always thought one or two…” she trailed off as I lifted her into my arms, taking her toward the bedroom.

“No, no,” she giggled, smacking my shoulder. “Not yet. We’re not starting now!”

“Why not?” I demanded, nuzzling my face against her throat, bracketing its softness with my tusks.

“Because we don’t even really know each other,” she laughed.

“I know you, my mate,” I purred, running my tongue down the curve of her neck. “I know that you’re brilliant and ambitious. You love your family, you’re loyal to everyone you consider your own, and you put all your trust in them. I hope you can love me like that one day. Added to that, your touch burns me from the inside out and your bravery astounds me.” I lowered her to the bed, dipping to press a kiss to her lips. “I’m so grateful to have been gifted with you.”

I pulled away from her when I tasted the salt of her tears. She blinked up at me from her prone position on the bed.

“And you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life,” I told her, licking my lips as I dropped my gaze to her pussy. Her tinkling laugh made my lips curve. “I hadn’t asked you before, my Becca, but I need a response from you or my amu would have my head,” I told her, referring to my mother. “Will you be my mate?”

Her lips parted and she searched my face for a long moment. I held my breath, praying that I’d done enough—shown her enough—that she would find me a suitable match for her. I hadn’t been able to court her the way I wanted to, but I hoped that she could see my potential and believe in us the way I did.

“Yes,” she whispered, her smile shining up at me. “Yes,” she repeated and my body took a moment to unfreeze from where I’d been waiting.

The purr of satisfaction that left my chest was loud and proud. Her eyes drooped as it resonated through her, the sound made to tame even the feistiest of mates.

“We should put away the food,” she murmured, but her body was telling me the opposite. Her back was arched, offering her breasts to me and her legs were parted, her hips tilting up, her body preparing itself for my cock. I ran a tusk over her shoulder.

“Will it spoil?” I asked her and she nodded, but buried her hands in my hair.

She wants me.

The thought was so gratifying I felt my chest swell with pride. I was made to please this female.

“Then let’s go put it away and then come back here,” I told her, moving to stand.

Her legs came around me and I grinned with triumph.

“Can I get a kiss first?” she murmured, and I buried my fingers in her hair, pressing my lips to hers.

“A kiss,” I whispered, “So that’s what it’s called.”

She nodded, giving my lips a quick swipe with her tongue. I was between her legs in seconds, her legs wrapped around my waist.

“More,” I murmured against her mouth, my cock throbbing as she gave my tongue a suck.

Fuck me.

“I need you naked,” I told her, struggling to stay in control but feeling myself slip even further into my rut.

It wasn’t supposed to happen yet, but I’d been in her presence—surrounded by her scent—and now my body was telling me that I needed to be inside her. I needed to fill her with my seed.

“We have to go unpack the groceries,” she told me, running those maddening fingers down my spine. “But then I want us to make dinner and chat. Then later, I’m going to suck your cock. Okay?”

I blinked as her words filled my mind with filthy images. I’d dreamed of it—wished and prayed for it—but I’d never imagined that my mate would be interested in that since she wasn’t an orc.

“Yes,” I agreed with an eagerness that made her laugh. “But I want to lick your pussy until you come three times. Then you’ll suck my cock and then I’ll fuck you.”

Her snort of laughter was music to my ears. “I see we’re already overachieving,” she giggled. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

I nodded, lifting her into my arms and pressing a gentle kiss to her nose as I toted her back into the kitchen. I unpacked the bags with her, awed at all of the foods that our clan had provided.

“I’m going to take you to a grocery store and you’re going to lose your shit,” Becca commented as she stopped me from taking a hearty bite from the steak that was covered with a clear shield-like barrier.

“We don’t eat plastic,” she told me, smacking my lips with a kiss. “But I can make that for you later, if you want.”

I released a happy sigh as I followed her orders, packing things into the cold box and into the pantry as she called it, my eyes boggling over the sheer number of tiny metal cans that contained food. I wasn’t sure what type of cooking techniques my mate was used to, but I was willing to learn.

As the piles of food made way to piles of clothing, I turned my harried expression away and I watched her smother a laugh. She held up a bag, pouting at me, and I wanted nothing more than to taste her sweet lower lip.

“Don’t you want to try these on?” she asked, her voice teasing and it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

I wasn’t used to being teased. Everyone from my plane was too intimidated by my size and the stories of my battles.

Not this female. My mate isn’t afraid of me.

“Is there any more food to put away?” I asked, and her eyes widened as she identified the glint in my gaze for what it was—pure lust.

“W-well, no,” she gasped, as I swept her into my arms. She dropped the bag she had in her hands as I took her to our bed. I laid her out on it and she sat up, but with nothing more than a push of my forefinger, she fell backward again.

Her long dark brown hair was spread behind her—her scent rich and luscious with arousal. I took my time tugging at the front of her blouse, pulling downward until she unhooked the little flat latches to the front of her clothes.

I growled low in my throat as she bared herself to me, but scowled at the covering over her breasts she insisted on wearing. I attempted to swipe the center with my claw, but realized belatedly that I’d already dulled them so I could use my fingers to pleasure her.

I used my fangs instead. With one quick bite that made her yelp, she was freed.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, “That was an expensive bra!”

“I’ll buy you dozens more, I promise,” I told her, not knowing how much the delicate fabric would cost, but I would work my fingers to the bone if it meant that I could bare her perfect breasts for my view every time I wanted to.

I grinned at the beauties in front of me, cupping them between my palms with appreciation.