“We’ll continue this later,” he whispers to me. I whimper shamelessly in return.
“Come on, Lucy! Let’s go slice the pie and make some whipped cream!” Tasha’s too loud, too cheery voice breaks through to my poor orc-addled brain.
Oh. People. Hedgehogs. Guests. Oops.
After some straightening of clothes, deep blushing, and pushing my hair out of my face, I attempt to make eye contact with people. Everyone smiles. Conversation picks back up. Poppy keeps giggling silently, and if she weren’t pregnant, I’d punch her in the arm.
Leif keeps me snuggled up against him as we continue to laugh and talk with our friends, our family. Lucy delivers slices of pumpkin pie and pecan pie with homemade whipped cream, and I think I’m in heaven now.
It doesn’t take long before the eating has wound down, August and Tasha wash and dry the dishes with speed, and everyone says their farewells.
Helping Poppy into her coat, boots, and hat, she says, “Addy, I’m happy for you. And no, I wasn’t trying to trick you or set you up. Did I hope for you to have a good time while visiting? Yes. And did I hope you might change your mind about Moonfang Haven? Absolutely. I’ve missed you so much, and I don’t want to spoil your time at university, but I dream of you moving here when you’re done with your education. I’m so proud of you, Addy. I love you.” She wipes her tears away. I don’t understand why we are both crying.
“Oh Poppy. I have changed my mind. About a lot of things. I’ve been afraid to tell you, but I am not made for university. I’ve been miserable there, and I need a fresh start, something different. But you worked so hard to help me get there, I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
Poppy places her gloved hand on my cheek, swiping away my tears. “I could never be disappointed in you. We’re family. A team. I wanted you to have what I didn’t. If it isn’t a good fit for you, that’s okay!” She pauses, a sly grin on her face. “It soundslike Leif might be the perfect fit.” The way she says ‘fit,’ is code, and I’m blushing again before I can control my reaction.
“Ugh, get your mind out of the gutter. Go home and make Koru give you a foot massage.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will. And let me just say, my mind will never not be in the gutter. Pregnancy makes me super horny.”
“Goodnight, dear sister.”
“Goodnight, Addy. I’m proud of you. Come on, Koru! I have needs.” Koru, who has been rather quiet all evening, smiles his broken-tusk smile and follows Poppy out to their truck—the one that looks suspiciously like Leif’s.
And like that, it’s just the Quill family, Leif, and me in the quiet again. Our pretty tree candles go out. Someone lit more candles along the kitchen counter. The fire is cozy.
All I can think is, I, too, have needs to be met.
Chapter 14
Addy
“Are we flipping a coin for the bed tonight?” I ask Leif. Tonight was a lot, and he looks worn out as he looks out the window at the twinkling stars. The lack of clouds is going to make it even colder tonight; I don’t want to put the hedgehogs outside.
He snorts at my question as I come to stand next to him, snaking my arm around his waist. So natural, like this is where my arm always rests. “I’ll share,” he says without looking at me. His arm curls around me, tucking me into his side. I was made for him, to fit right here next to him.
Looking up at his profile, I wait a beat, wondering if he’ll catch up. He doesn’t. “I meant with the Quill family. Not between you and me. I’m not letting you go.” With that, he chuckles. “No, no coin flip. They’re tuckered out and curled up in their basket. Lucy spent a long time ‘training’ them tonight. The bed is all ours.”
Once he’s set me on the bed, he layers kisses up and down my neck as his hands roam my body. “Your skin is so soft, so fragrant,” he murmurs as he pulls my sweater up and over my head. I’m afraid he can see my heart trying to leap from my chestas he pauses to admire my breasts. “This lacy thing is pretty. But not as pretty as you naked.”
“It’s only fair that you undress so I can admire you,” I say once I’m naked and exposed to him. He complies without complaint, taking time to swing his hips, Magic Mike style for me. My face hurts from smiling so wide at my big, grumpy orc dancing for me. His dance moves lead him away from me, but he returns a minute later with another toy.
“This one spins,” he says, turning it on. Holy moly, it does. It’s dark green, with pretty swirls of teal and blue. Along the shaft are rows of nubs. I grasp it while it spins, and the nubs massage my palm. Yes, please.
“Did you spend a lot of time inspecting these?” I ask, wondering how he had time to cook and…experiment with these toys. He shakes his head no, taking it back from me.
“Just this one. The hedgehogs helped.” That admission makes me laugh. What is my life that the hedgehogs picked out this evening’s dildo for us?
“My turn,” I say, standing in front of him. Leif looks me up and down with a look of satisfaction that makes me stand a little straighter. His eyes linger on my breasts, and he licks his lips. Already hard, his heavy cock arches, resting against my thigh. The silkiness and wetness from precum makes me moan. I want this orc so badly.
Dropping to my knees, I run my hands up his thick, muscular thighs. I swear Leif purrs like a delighted cat. Licking the tip of his cock, tasting his cum, the need for more overwhelms me. “Leif?” I say, looking up at him. His face looks frozen, as if he can’t quite decide what to think or do. “Sit down on the bed.”
Once he’s seated, my neck is at a better angle as I lick up and down his shaft, savoring the heft of him. Taking his balls in one hand—they barely fit—I take his cock in my mouth and suck. The hiss that escapes Leif makes me preen—I’m doing a good job. He rests one hand on my head, kneading my scalp gently. The other brings the dildo to my breasts. The moving, vibrating nubs send electricity straight to my core, making me pause to breathe while I clench.
Letting him go, I rise up on my knees, one hand on his and the dildo, the other brings his cock to swirl around my nipples. “I’ll take this,” I say. The gleam in his eyes is all the approval I need. Sucking on him, I pleasure myself with the vibrator, focusing on my clit. Both his hands support my head—not tugging, just encouraging me.
It’s still not enough. I let him pop out of my mouth like a lollipop, smiling at his gasp. “You’re torturing me,” he growls. Good.
