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She kissed me back the same way.

I dragged my lips to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, that soft place just beneath her ear, and felt her shiver in my arms, her fingers tightening in my shirt. She smelled like her coconut lotion and something that was justher, and myKteerwent absolutely feral with satisfaction.

I let my tongue trace the line of her jaw, slow and deliberate, and the noise she made—breathless, involuntary, like she couldn’t help it—nearly finished me.

“Kardok—” she started.

“Yeah,” I said against her throat. “I know.”

I found her mouth again.

Chapter Seven

Lila

If I’d thoughtI’d been floating for the last week, since Kardok had held my hand, then right now I was…grounded. The opposite, but in all the best ways. I wasn’t flitting about, jumping from one sensation to another and one thought to another.

I was here and now.

I wasalive, with every tiny piece of me focused on the sensation of Kardok’s lips on my skin, his hands on my body.

Just the feel of his claws scraping against my scalp had me shivering. I knew that orcs could extend or retract them, and I’m not sure if they were present right nowbecausethey made me shudder with pleasure or for a different reason, but I definitely wasn’t complaining.

Kardok was kissing me, I was kissing Kardok, and I thought perhaps my life couldn’t get morerealthan this moment.

His tongue was ridged—did I mention that? Thick and ridged, just like my dildo, and the correlation between what he was doing to my mouth and what Iwantedhim to be doing to my lady bits? Well, pretty sure my panties were soaked through to the gusset of my jeans.

And ohGod, when he squeezed my ass, fingers digging into my cheeks, I flexed my legs around his waist and moaned into his mouth. Kardok was hard all over, his daily gym visits ensuring his muscles stayed toned…but I was pretty certain there was one particular piece of hardness I was feeling.

Or maybe it was his belt buckle.

Either way, I gyrated against him, pleased years of skating meant my legs were strong enough to hold myself up.

But eventually, all good things have to come to an end. Or we had to breathe; one of the two. Kardok pulled his lips away from my skin to stare down at me, one corner of his lips curled in that wry smile I knew well.

I’d been dreaming of kissing Kardok the Wicked for ages, but those dreams didn’t compare to the real thing.

He’d done this a million times with girls like me, I’m certain. Fan girls, puck bunnies, whatever you wanted to call them. The females who’d thrown themselves at him, who’d helped him build his reputation as the wicked enforcer, the one who drove females wild.

But you know what I’d never seen before? The spark of green in the center of each of his dark eyes. It was obvious now that he was staring down at me, breathing heavily, as if we’d both run a distance, and it made my lips curl in response.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Well…” He dropped another kiss to my lips, over too quickly, before moving his hand from my ass and allowing me to gently slide down his body. “Congratulations on a solid throw.”

Since that long slide down his front had pushed my sensitive bits against his hard cock, my knees were a little weak. I grabbed his arm to steady myself and said weakly, “Yeah. Full commit.”

His lips twitched again as he scooped up one of the axes. “Can you do it again?”

I’ll admit that it took me a hot second—or three—to remember all the things he’d taught me before, and I flubbed the first try. Can you blame me? Kardok’s hard body, framing mine, him holding my wrists over my head? God, I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on, and it’s amazing I’d learned anything.

So I just had to channel those sensations, to get back into that mindset, and my second try slammed the axe blade-first into the target.

I couldn’t help the little whoop and victory dance, which was made even sweeter by the way Kardok celebrated with me. He handed me my beer, then kissed me again.

Maybe I was buzzed on the alcohol. Maybe I was buzzed on the victory. Maybe I was buzzed onhim. Either way, Iwas having the best date of my life, and I never wanted it to end.

Of course, as soon as you say something like that, the universe intercedes, and our allotted time was up.