Summoning the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #2)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Rok

I hissed as the water flowed over the still-healing cuts on my body, using soap to scrub them down. I’d be healed by morning, but for now the stinging pain was irksome.

I should have gone out and helped with our new guests, but the thought of my female returning to me kept me where I was. I wanted to taste every inch of her—renewing our melded scents on each other’s bodies.

The sound of the door of the bathroom opening made me smile, my female’s scent filling the area while the rustle of her clothes told me that I would be getting my wish earlier than I thought.

“Did you get them settled?” I asked her, as she sidled up to my back, pressing kisses to my skin.

“I think Rudgar likes the witch,” she told me and I quirked an eyebrow, peering over my shoulder at her.

“Zara?” I asked and she shrugged, her grin mischievous.

“I guess. The only witch in the room,” she said with a laugh. “And Rudgar almost attacked your friends over her.”

I chuckled low in my throat as I turned to curl my arms around her, adoring the feel of her lush little body against mine. “Well maybe it’s a good thing I was sent back then,” I whispered and her brow furrowed as she looked up at me. “If I hadn’t gone back, she would have still been trapped there, being used as a vessel for the grand warlock’s seed,” I explained and she gasped, horror filling her expression.

“Ew,” she sounded out, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. “That’s terrible!”

“That’s not even the worst part,” I said with a sigh. “Krusk, Savla and Enka would have gone to rescue her instead. If they’d succeeded, they would have been on the run for the rest of their lives. Or,” I searched her gaze, wondering how much truth my female could handle, I decided to lay it all out, “they would have been caught, killed, and she would have still been taken.”

She shivered against me, nuzzling closer for comfort. “That’s terrible,” she murmured against my skin and I nodded.

“Sometimes terrible things happen to us so we can have a chance to help others who need it,” I whispered.

She sighed, tucking her chin against my chest and peering up at me. “I love you,” she told me and I took the words like a blow to my chest. I couldn’t react, but she didn’t let me, continuing, “and I wish I didn’t have to be without you for a second, but I can admit that since it helped four other people, it wasn’t so bad.”

She squeezed me as tight as she could, closing her eyes. Droplets of water glistened in the light as they got caught in her lashes. “I love you too,” I told her and she gasped, her brow furrowing and her eyes staying closed.

I ran my damp fingers along her precious cheek and her eyes blinked open with tears. “You’re a hero to them,” she told me, “but you’re always my hero first.”

Her words made my chest swell with pride and I dipped my head to kiss her. I lost myself in my female’s taste for long moments before she pulled away to bundle her thick hair into a hair tie. She gestured for me to lower my head, a second hair tie at the ready and I grinned at her, following her instructions. Once my already-damp hair was tied up, I nuzzled against her throat, running my tusks over her skin.

“Rok,” she whispered, her hands curling around my shoulder as I ran my hands down her sides, caressing her wet skin.

“I missed you so much, my Becca,” I said, my voice gruff and filled with emotion.

“I missed you too,” she told me, tugging on my tusks, using them to steer me back to her mouth. The movement enflamed me. I took a deep taste of her, delving my tongue between her lips. She whimpered, burying her fingers in my hair.

“I need you,” she told me, and I had her in my arms in a moment, already on the way to our bed. “Towels!” she laughed, and I made a small detour, ducking so she could grab two.

When we made it into the bedroom, she ran the soft cloth over me, caressing me with it and my body went heavy with lust. This female was going to be mine.

The mating mark was one of the most important way to tell other males to back the fuck off. I’d been holding off on giving her that final binding mark between her neck and shoulder. The one that other males would be able to see from miles away—in case my scent on her wasn’t indication enough that she was taken. I’d only been giving her love bite marks, but after being separated, I knew that this was something we needed to discuss.

“Let me mark you, my Becca,” I said, and she tilted her head a little, licking her lips as she ran the cloth lower, drying my body. I grinned, satisfaction thrumming inside of me that my female was so distracted by my form. It boded well for how this conversation would go.

“Mark?” she asked, dragging the towel down my abs until she hit the top of my cock, making my breath hitch.

“Yes,” I murmured, burying my face against her damp hair. “Wear my permanent mark. Let me make you mine,” I didn’t intend to say the words in a pleading tone, but as she dropped the towel to take my cock in her hands, that’s how they sounded.

“Mmm,” she used my cock to steer me forward to the bed until she could sit, spreading her legs to make room for me.

I peered down at her, staring up at me with lust filling her eyes, and I lost my train of thought. Only when she turned her head to the side, running my cock across her cheek and baring her neck did I remember what I’d been trying to say.

I reached down, stilling her hands on me and she pouted. Pleasure filled me at the thought of my female wanting my cock so much that she couldn’t focus on our conversation.

“I want to mark you,” I explained, running my thumb across the soft skin of her neck that was bared to me. “Here. Tell me I can.” It was more of a demand than a request, but the rut that I’d been avoiding for weeks was hitting me like a freight train.

I needed to hold it back—especially if she said no—but my brain was telling me that it was what she wanted. It was the next step in our mating, and she would love every second of it.

I focused on her, straining to ignore the illicit whispers of my brain. “Becca?” I asked, using the towel that I still held in one hand to run along her shoulders and back. Then her delectable breasts, releasing a low groan at her sensitive, puckered nipples.

“A mark like Pen’s?” she asked, her voice curious and not holding a single shred of censure. My inner beast fist-pumped while I exhaled a relieved breath that my female’s best friend was also mated to an orc.

I released her hair from the confines of the hair tie so that it tumbled down her back, my gaze darkening as the soft silk surrounded her.

“Similar to Pen’s,” I told her, running my fingers through her hair. “But it’ll be ours. Every mating mark is different. Unique. It shows who you belong to.” I watched her eyebrows swing up in query and I rushed to add on, “and who belongs to you.”

She gave a little nod of satisfaction and I beamed at her. “Do you like thinking that I’ll belong to you, my Becca?”

“I thought you already did,” she licked her lips and I was putty in her hands as she tugged me forward by my cock again. I would go anywhere this female led me, but especially when she was aiming me toward her mouth.

I gasped as she aimed my cock toward my belly-button, swiping her tongue along the underside. My eyes rolled back in my head and I ran gentle fingers along her scalp, massaging it in gratitude.

“I want you to mark me,” she told me before continuing the foray of her tongue along the shaft of my cock, dipping her tongue into my slit and making me cry out.

Her small hands could barely fit around me, but she made do, using both of them to wrap around me and tug backward until the foreskin was pulled back, baring the sensitive head to her.

“Fuck,” I gasped as she suckled it into her mouth, my knees shaking under the onslaught of pleasure. “Your mouth is magic.”

She gave a low chuckle that vibrated down my spine, and my head spun. I didn’t think I was going to survive this. My time away from her had been excruciating. But every second that she touched me filled the void until I was brimming with her.

Becca sucked harder, and I cried out, my hips giving a helpless thrust into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, sending a silent glare my way and I stilled immediately.

“Sorry,” I told her right away, regret seeping into my words. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was making me lose my mind.

“Stay still,” she pulled away to say, running the side of my cock against her cheek again and I marveled at how tiny she was compared to me. It was a miracle that her little body could take me, but when she did—I released a groan of anticipation even as she swiped that hot tongue into my foreskin, making me lose my mind—it was perfection.

I struggled to follow her instructions, my fingers in her hair the only thing keeping me sane. They were anchoring me, but I worried that I was holding her too tight. My fears were unwarranted though, as my female began sucking me in earnest. My head fell back on my neck as she twisted her hands, jacking the length of my cock that was already slick with her spit as she sucked on the head like it was her life’s vocation.

Fuck. Me.

I was almost certain that I was going to come in her mouth. I tried to pull her off, but my female wasn’t having it. Still, I wanted to be inside her the next time I came. Gritting my teeth, I dug my claws into the back of my hand to steady myself to hold back.

It worked—but only a little—and she allowed me to ease back for a few seconds, my breath wheezing out of me as she lifted my cock. My thighs trembled as she slapped them, making me part them so she had access to my straining sac. It was full of seed for her and I moaned as she sucked on it, her tongue swirling and making me lose my restraint. I jerked as she continued her assault, sucking on my sac while her hands worked my cock until I saw stars.

I’m not going to last.

My legs moved backward against my will, forcing her to release me, and the disgruntled expression on her face was a reward in itself.

“Do you love my cock, my Becca?” I asked, my voice so hoarse, I could barely understand myself. But she did.

“I love it,” she purred, and I growled low in my throat, reaching down to pick her up by her ass and toss her backward on the bed.

She yelped, her legs spreading to balance herself and I took advantage, moving onto the bed and fitting my shoulders between them before she could stop me.

“My turn,” I growled, and she jerked as I swiped my tongue through her sweet, delicious pussy. I groaned, rolling my face in her soaked perfection. I spread her scent and juices across my face, basking in her, my low groan of appreciation sounding in the quiet of the room. “I’m going to eat you until you beg me to stop,” I purred against her, swiping my tongue through her folds until she bucked against my face.

“Rok,” she gasped and I’d never heard a sweeter sound in my life than my name on her tongue. “Please.”

A feral grin spread across my lips at that one word. My female was always gorgeous, but when she begged me, with her head tossed back and her throat bared to me, pleasurable agony written across her features, she was resplendent. A goddess who’d deigned to grace me with her presence.

And like any zealous worshiper, I wasn’t going to waste my opportunity. She whimpered, arching her hips toward me. I softened the friction of my tongue, dragging out her pleasure and teasing her with soft flicks instead of the way I know she wanted.

She wants me to fuck her with my tongue.

Her cry as she lifted her hips, begging for more pressure—more pleasure—made my lips curve.

“My greedy mate,” I purred. “Do you want to come?”

She nodded, her fingers tight in my hair, holding me to her and guiding me downward. A low laugh left my lips before I stiffened my tongue, pushing inside of her. Her legs wrapped around my head and she tightened them until the only thing I could see, smell, taste, hear, or feel was her. Her cries were music in my ears, and I knew that if I had to die at that moment, I would be able to go as a happy orc.

I fucked her with my tongue, and she gave a shudder before her entire body stiffened under me. I curled my fingers until I could reach her clit and that was all my female needed to come, screaming to the ceiling.

I kept up the movements, rolling my hips against the bed to ease the incessant ache in my cock as my mate came apart in my arms. For long moments, she shook under me, her luscious thighs trembling around my head and her feet digging into my shoulders. My cock gave a demanding throb and I winced.

When she settled, her legs fell away, her entire body sagging in relaxation. I grinned, crawling up her body as she gave me a lazy smile. “I want to make you come two more times, but I have to be inside you, or I’ll lose my mind,” I told her, kissing her.

She moaned against my lips, devouring me even as her soft, relaxed body made room for me. She hugged me close, her big, beautiful breasts pressed against my chest and her legs going around my waist. It was like coming home.

My mate. My everything.

The head of my cock pressed against her pussy as if he, too, had been waiting to be reunited.

“I’ll try to be gentle, my Becca,” I told her, but she moaned low in her throat, shaking her head.

“Now,” she gasped, rocking against my cock until my eyes crossed. “Hard.”

I groaned, pushing inside of her, and her tight pussy squeezed me, strangling every inch of me that went inside. My moan was low and loud as I pressed deeper, losing my vision for a full minute as I rocked my hips, fucking my way into her.

“Gods, my mate,” I growled, “you’ll take my seed from me before I’m ready.”

I wanted to hear her satisfied laugh for the rest of my life. “Come in me,” she purred, swiping her tongue across the shell of my ear, making me realize that any part of my body was erogenous under my female’s skillful tongue. “I want you.”

Struggling to regain some composure, I pulled out a few inches before the sweet, siren call of her pussy had me shoving back inside. We both groaned as I pushed her up a few inches on the bed.

“Fuck,” she cried out, scrabbling at my back with her nails. “Please, please,” she mewled and with one final thrust I bottomed out inside her. The whine that left her in that moment as her toes curled on my calves was something I wanted to hear every night for the rest of my life.

One more solid thrust, our bodies moving in synchronicity—made for each other—was all it took, before Becca screamed, her head slamming back into the pillow. Her hands released me, slapping the blankets on either side of her with such force it startled me.

But the call of her sweet, clenching pussy was too much. She was begging me for my seed and I was determined—and more than willing—to give it to her. Buried inside her, I tucked my face against her neck, aligning my bite to the fading mark on her skin before I bared my fangs.

Biting down, the satisfaction of our bond swirled through me and slammed into the back of my head along with the massaging clench of her cunt.

I came, roaring against her skin, fucking her into the bed until it slammed into the wall with loud, jarring noises. Heavy, long spurts of cum emptied inside her and filled her to the brim, filling her up until she was dripping onto the blankets under us. Her cries intensified as she came again, tensing up one last time before she was a limp puddle of limbs under me, her legs falling from around me until she was a sprawled mess of cum.

I lapped at my bite, stirring my cock inside her and she whimpered, her fingers clenching against my sides. It wasn’t long before her breathing changed, and my female was passed out under me.

I took my time, pulling away from her and separating our bodies in increments to ensure that she didn’t wake up. I grinned down at the mess I’d made of her pussy. I used my fingers, pushing more of my cum inside her. She squirmed, and I was too worried about waking her to keep it up. I moved to the bathroom, cleaning my cock up before making my way over to my female with a moistened towelette.

I settled between her legs, unable to keep the grin off of my face as I cleaned her with gentle swipes of the cloth. She gave a happy sigh, keeping her legs spread for me. I tucked some more of my cum inside her and threw up a hopeful prayer that my seed would take and she would be pregnant with my youngling soon.

I ran my tusks over her soft skin and laid her legs down before lying next to her. She snuggled against me, nuzzling into the skin of my chest and I curled my body around her. The realization that I was actually back with my female was finally settling into me. I sent up another prayer—this one filled with gratitude.