Adjusting my thighs again, I settle myself onto the vibrator. The stretch combined with the moving nubs is almost too much, and I cry out.
“What are you—” his voice fades as he looks down at me. “Ohhhh,” his word is a half-moan, half-grumble. “That’s not allowed for naughty girls.” But there’s only need in his voice.
“Says—who?” I say in between breaths as I grab his dick once more and swirl my tongue around the head before taking it as deep as I can—which is not far at all, all while riding the dildo.
My body flushes as my orgasm hits hard. I lose my rhythm and cry out, hand digging into his thigh.
I’ve barely opened my eyes and come back to earth when I’m lifted off the ground and spun onto the bed. “Dizzy,” I breathe.He peppers my skin with kisses as he slowly removes the device, causing me to cry out. My body still tightens, looking for something to clench.
“Oh, Addy,” he says, also breathless, kissing across my collarbone, hands and knees on either side of me. “You’re driving me wild.” His cock presses against my clit. I lift my hips just enough. There, just a little more.
“Do you want more?” he asks, and I whimper my response. “More dildo, or me?”
“You,” I breathe. “I want you to fill me up.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, lightly raking his tusks against my chest. He adjusts his cock and presses into me.
I thought the dildo stretched me, but this is another level. He’s partway in, hips rocking back and forth, and the heat of him is delicious. “More,” I demand, pressing on his back.
Taking my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple almost too hard, he slides in farther. “Again,” I say, and he complies.
I’m breathing so hard by the time he’s full hilt inside me. Both nipples hard and throbbing, wanting more of his mouth as he rocks into me. The pressure builds, and as he whispers praise at me, telling me how good I am, how well I take him, he thrusts faster. “That’s right, pretty girl. Milk me.”
I never in a million years thought I’d fuck an orc, let alone fall madly and desperately in love with him. Or savor the praise at milking his cock. The weight of him is comforting, even as my thighs burn at being stretched open wide.
The second orgasm is even more intense. He huffs out as he comes, overflowing me. Head buzzing from all the pleasure, I laugh when he pulls out and flops down next to me, one arm andleg still draped over me, claiming me. “I didn’t think I needed you, or a mate. I hated being alone, but I never dreamed I would find someone like you. Someone who lights up the world with her laugh. Who makes me feel alive, desired. I don’t care if we were set up by a magical ornament or not.”
He runs the dildo over my body as he speaks, and now I’m the cat purring in satisfaction.
Chapter 15
Leif
Ican’t believe I let Addy talk me into this. Brann was happy to give me an extra day off—to “adjust to my new reality,” as he said with a wink. I bristled, but spending another day tucked into bed with Addy is a dream come true.
Now though, after another snowfall, Addy wants to build community. So we’re out here, shoveling snow for the neighbors, instead of me eating her out and playing with the tentacle dildo. “Okay, I think I’m ready for a break,” Addy says, huffing as she stumbles up to me. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold and exertion, and she looks so pretty. She’s pulled off her knit hat, so her hair is disheveled, reminding me of waking her up this morning with my tongue.
“Five houses before breakfast. I think that is worthy of a break. Want to head home?” I waggle my eyebrows at her. She laughs out clouds as I take her shovel and put it in the bed of the truck.
“I thought we’d go to Moonlit Grounds.” Fine. I don’t grumble, but help her into the truck.
Moonlit Grounds is fine. Delicious, in fact. It just means we can’t eat naked. And Ravena has a way of seeming to know exactly what I need, in a way that I do not appreciate.
The café bustles. We aren’t the only citizens happy not to be snowed in. The veranda is wrapped in gold and green ribbons. There’s a group of carolers singing just outside; their frosty voices obviously have a jovial effect on all the patrons.
This is the first time I’ve been in town since the Solstice Festival. Everyone is happy to clap me on the back and praise me for my ‘Santa services,’ as one mother put it. Addy giggles next to me, making my cheeks darken even more. If they only knew.
“Hello, my good-deed-ers! I see you’ve been busy today!” Ravena says, cheery in her apron that says, All brew, no bite. “One peppermint mocha for Leif, and one special chai for Addy. And two ham and Manchego croissants, on the house for all your shoveling efforts.”
Addy looks perplexed at the interaction. “How do you know I like chai?” she asks, almost in a whisper.
Ravena just answers with a wink. “I see the Solstice worked its magic for you.”
When we sit down, the crowd has thinned a bit, and we’re able to enjoy our meal. Addy leans forward, whispering, “At the party, Ravena said the Solstice magic heard what my heart wanted. I think she means you.” She smiles delicately, happy with her revelation, but still unsure of what to think of Ravena.
None of us quite knows what to think of Ravena. “That sounds like something she’d say,” I answer with a shrug. It seems everyone in town has a story about Ravena. Cryptic conversations. Drinks that make one feel a little funny, rightbefore something big happens in their life—or a special someone enters.
“I think you have to decide to believe what you want with her. She could be a really enthusiastic fan of romance and brewing tea and coffee. Or she could be a meddling witch.” I rip into my croissant. The tangy Manchego is perfect.
