Summoning the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #2)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Becca

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his skin and I heard an audible swallow from his throat. I grinned as I swiped my tongue against him. This male—this huge, intimidating male—was undone by a flick on my tongue.

“My Becca,” he murmured, his big hands squeezing my ass. “Can you take me again?” His voice was low and husky, carrying the lust that I was creating in him.

Rok stroked my ego like no male ever had before him. I was beautiful and sultry in his eyes. Never fat and boring the way I’d thought I was for years. I nuzzled against his skin as I nodded. “I want you inside me, but I think I’ll have to wait until tomorrow or I’ll be too sore to go again for another week,” I admitted, a small burst of insecurity passing through me.

Will he still want me if he can’t fuck me?

He swallowed hard, using his hold on my ass to rub my clothed pussy up and down his cock. “That’s alright. Let me taste you instead,” he begged, and I couldn’t stop my smile.

That’s it. This male is perfect.

“How about you get naked for me first?” I asked him, swirling my tongue against the crest of his long ear.

He had me up off the sofa and in his arms while he tugged down his pants before I could say another word. My giggle at his eagerness only made me more aware of how comfortable I was with him.

I’d never had laughter in a relationship before. I’d never been able to just enjoy myself knowing I could be exactly who I was without having to put on a mask. I nuzzled my face against his, his stubble grazing against me and making me shiver.

I gasped as he settled me back onto his lap. He was buck-naked and I made a small appreciative sound in my throat that made his cock jerk under me. I grinned like the Cheshire cat, beyond pleased with my effect on him.

“Oh, you look like you could use some help with that,” I told him, sliding off his lap to stand in front of him and tugging my blouse over my head. He swallowed hard, reaching forward to caress my breasts, but I spun away from him. “Ah, ah,” I teased, and his brows dropped low, not pleased with his lack of access to my body. “We’re being patient,” I told him and he gave me a slow nod.

My confidence was building with every move I made, a powerful sensuality filling me—the likes of which I’d never experienced. I spun for him, watching as his eyes were riveted to my body. He loved every nook and cranny. I could see it in his gaze. I turned to give him my back again, unhooking my bra, but holding it to me to keep my breasts covered as I gave a sultry look at him over my shoulder.

Rok licked his lips, his cock throbbing in front of my eyes. “More, Becca,” he purred, the low rumbling sound from his chest relaxing my body and making me more reckless.

I bit my lip, tugging at my skirt with one hand until it fell past my ass, skimming my skin until it puddled at my feet. My bare ass was revealed to him, one of the thongs that I’d picked up to wear just for him ensuring his view was unhindered.

A ragged groan left his chest, tickling me until my stomach fluttered. It was so easy to please him. I loved that. There were no games between us. Just attraction.

“Do you like it?” I asked him, plucking at the lacy material until it snapped against my skin. His gaze was riveted, his body frozen—except that cock that was leaking precum.

He gave a slow nod, his eyes not moving from my ass while he licked his lips. “I want a mating mark there as well,” he told me and a laugh escaped.

“I don’t think anyone can see it,” I said with a shrug and his brow furrowed.

“Never,” he hissed, his palms squeezing the edges of the arm chair, his blunted claws digging into the upholstery in a way that told me he wished it was me he was squeezing instead. “No one will ever see you like this,” he continued, biting back a groan as he arched his hips, his cock thrusting upward and sliding against his stomach. “But I want my mark on every inch of you. For you to see. For you to feel .”

The trickle of cream down my thigh told me that I loved that idea. His gaze was hooded as he watched it, his eyes as black as night with how dilated his pupils were.

“I don’t know that I’m not going to be able to fuck you,” he admitted in a low voice. “I’m keeping my hands here,” he said, those fingers squeezing so hard against the arms that I worried he’d crush them with his strength. “And you’ll have to tell me what to do.”

The dizziness I felt at those words almost took me out of commission. I would have to tell this huge, formidable male what to do? I would be in charge?

I adored last night—when he took over my body, owning it without question—but this was something I wanted to try. Nodding, I turned to him and dropped the bra.

His moan was one of pain, his hips bucking as he stared at my breasts, those fingers of his digging in just a little harder.

We’re going to have to have a furniture allocation for future damage, I can tell.

The thought made me smile as I moved toward him, my little strip tease having more than the desired effect. “Do you like what you see, Rok?” I asked him, skimming my hands up my hips along my sides, over my breasts and then into my hair, lifting the heavy mass and releasing it from the clip I’d held it with.

His jaw was slack as he scanned me from head to toe. “I don’t think you’re real,” he gasped, swallowing hard. “I’ve imagined you. I’m still in my cave, by myself, and this is a dream.”

My chuckle was seductive—something I hadn’t thought I was capable of until that moment. “I promise I’m not,” I told him, my chest aching that he would even think that. “I’m right here.”

I moved toward him, straddling his lap again and instead of looking at my body the way he had been the entire time, he looked up into my eyes.

“Promise me. Promise me you’re really here. You’re really mine,” he whispered, his words a quiet plea.

I cupped his handsome face in my hands, tracing his strong, sharp cheekbones with gentle fingers. “I promise,” I whispered, my voice conveying how much I meant the words. “I’m here, and I’m yours.”

His eyes squeezed shut for a long moment before he re-opened them, a sheen of tears in his gaze. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t” I told him, leaning down to press my lips to his. I meant it as a sweet, comforting kiss, but he took my mouth with a hint of desperation, twining his tongue with mine and making my head spin.

He devoured me whole, ravishing me until I was keening against his lips. His calloused palms moved down my body, grazing my skin and making me shiver with need for him.

“Rok,” I whispered, his name a prayer on my lips.

He kissed me deeper, pulling away only long enough to say. “One touch. Just one and then I’ll let go. I need to make sure…” he trailed off, his fingers squeezing my ass, separating my cheeks for a moment before he dipped his finger inside of me. My head fell back on my neck at the welcome intrusion.

The sound that left him was one of pure, unadulterated lust. My head snapped back up to look at him, rolling my hips to keep him inside of me—clenching hard around his finger.

His lips were parted, sweat beading on his forehead and neck. “So fucking wet for me,” he whispered, his fangs bared in what could only be restraint as he pulled his finger out of me.

I cried out at the loss, watching with awe as he sucked that finger into his mouth right away, taking every glistening drop of my cream onto his tongue.

“The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he purred and I lost my mind at his words.

“I need you to fuck me,” I demanded and he shook his head.

“No, my Becca. I’ll never hurt you,” he told me and I cupped his face with my hands again.

“It might hurt a little, but if I don’t come now, I’ll die,” I said with all the seriousness that I felt.

His rumble of laughter had annoyance sweeping through me. I shoved at his chest.

“I mean it,” I complained, and he pulled me closer, pressing my underwear-clad pussy against his bare cock. I gasped with shock and pleasure as he used his hold on my ass to rub me along the length.

“Like this,” he murmured, leaning down to swipe his tongue against my nipple.

A shiver ran through my body as I nodded, not hesitating for a moment to begin rolling my hips against him. I hadn’t dry-humped a male since high school, but the only thing more pleasurable than this was when he was inside me.

“Rok,” I gasped, my face falling against his strong shoulder.

He groaned, his fingers trembling as he clenched my ass before he removed them, placing them back on the arms of the chair. “I can’t touch you, my Becca. If I do, I’m going to fuck you,” he told me as I curled myself around him, burying my fingers in his hair as I rocked my hips.

My head fell back on a moan as I started a measured pace, riding the ridge of his cock like he was a bucking bronco. One trembling hand touched my hip again and I felt a sharp pain as he snapped the side of my thong and tugged it from me until my pussy was bare.

“Hey,” I gasped, nipping on his ear in punishment. “I just bought those.”

He murmured nonsense in response, tipping his head back so I had free rein of his throat. I nipped him there, biting down as I felt his cock separate the folds of my pussy. The bare contact of my clit to his hot flesh was more than I could bear.

I gasped, pushing up against his chest until I was looking into those dark, glittering eyes of his. His lips were parted, and little rushes of breath were leaving him. Rok could lift the refrigerator without breaking a sweat but this . This was making him pant and drip with perspiration.

I can do this to him. Make him putty in my hands.

The awe that filled me at that realization almost knocked me on my ass, but there was no way I was stopping what I was doing. I rocked harder against him, small whimpers leaving my throat the closer I got to my orgasm. He kept his eyes on us, licking his lips as he stared down on where my pussy lips were parted around his cock. I leaned up a little, notching his cock against my pussy and he started to tremble, shaking his head from side to side.

“No,” he gasped, his head tipping back as he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from the sight of us. “I can’t fuck you. I’ll hurt you. Please, my Becca.” His voice was hoarse, an erotic rasp in my ear, tracing down my spine until I was a shivering mess above him.

“I’m going to come,” I told him, my breath gusting out of me, way more breathless than he was. “But I need you inside me just for a second.”

His eyes snapped open and he nodded, licking his lips as I started my downward movement, my body still not used to the girth of him. He was a huge mountain of a man and his cock matched his size.

His lips moved as he whispered words to himself. I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it was probably a bit of self-talk along the lines of “Don’t grab her and fuck her raw.”

The thought of that made me cry out, my pussy clenching hard against him as I slid down an inch, taking the leaking head of his cock inside me. Our combined juices were making it easier. Another inch made my spine tingle, my orgasm almost on me.

“Help me,” I gasped, shaking my head to stop myself from coming right away. “I need you inside me before I come. Please,” I begged, trembling in his arms.

His hands were shaking too as he grasped my hips, a small tug gifting me with a few more inches of him inside me. I cried out as my pussy stretched around him, my back arching as I struggled not to come.

“All of you,” I pleaded, reaching behind me to grip his strong thighs in my hands.

He grunted out a word I didn’t understand, his fingers flexing against my ass as he pulled me lower. My pussy fluttered around him as I came hard when he finally filled me to the brim. I cried out, rolling my hips and riding out my orgasm, my vision going dark as pleasure filled me.

His hips jerked, giving one strong push as he threw his head back, releasing a bellow as I felt his cock kick inside me, spurt after spurt of cum filling me. I moaned, pleasure making me dizzy as I slumped against him. He ran his hands with reverent devotion over me, murmuring words in Orcish that I couldn’t understand.

“My mate,” he murmured in Common, his teeth giving my mark a nip. I yelped, smacking him on the shoulder before releasing a contented sigh and snuggling up to him.

I knew I should move. There was cum leaking out of my pussy and it would probably end up sliding down his legs to the chair under us, but I was boneless in his arms. And as his hands continued their foray of my body, I felt my eyes drooping closed.