Page 36 of My Orc Package Deal

One of Kesha’s brows rose as she swung her gaze back to me, her lips curling wickedly. “And your cum smells like cinnamon?”

Slowly, I lowered her, allowing her to slide down my body until her feet hit the floor. She didn’t turn away from me, didn’t lose her gleeful grin.

“We don’t have cinnamon in our world. Apparently, it’s a new and exciting feature.” I shrugged. “I came through the veil in secret decades ago—there’s a bunch of us living near Bramblebluff who slipped through—and it’s not something anyone talks about.”

Her grin managed to grow as she pretended to hum and tap her finger against her chin in a parody of investigation. “What other secrets are you hiding, Korrad?” Her gaze landed on the elaborate tattoo on my upper arm and shoulder, then drifted across my chest and…lower.

My cock jumped, remembering how she’d stroked it.

“Do you know what happens when an orc uses his cock in a female?” My voice was strangled, and I was rewarded by the way her gaze snapped back to mine, her lips parted eagerly. “She experiences instant pleasure.”

“Instant pleasure?” She hummed, stepping close enough that she had to tip her head back to meet my eyes. “I like the sound of that. Whatever it means.”

I could barely make my throat work. “Means you’re going to come as soon as my cock is in you, wife.”

Her eyelids lowered, and she reached up her arms, revealing the swell of her stomach and hips beneath the silk, to wrap around my neck. “Yes, please. I’ll even put up with a little cinnamon cum for that.”

I hummed, bending toward her. “It won’t be a little—Wait, you don’t like cinnamon?”

Kesha shrugged. “I had a cinnamon-scented soap years ago that reacted poorly with my—” she hesitated. “You know. Lady bits.”

My eyes narrowed, working through the ramifications. “You’re saying you don’t want to get cinnamon in your lady bits?” Definitely something I could work around.

Her breath caught at my crudeness, and she stretched up on her toes. “I’m saying, Korrad, that I need your cock inside my dripping pussy. Now.”

And she pulled my lips down to hers.

Chapter Eight

Kesha

Korrad’s mouth crashed into mine like a storm breaking, all heat and hunger and no hesitation, and my heart sang.

The feel of his mouth on mine was—was…a new set of red pens, the feel of a hockey stick in my hands, the sound of laughter, the taste of peach pie…everything. Better than everything.

This was Korrad!

His hands were everywhere—rough palms sliding up my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts beneath the silk, his claws pricking just enough to make me gasp into his kiss. The contrast of his calloused skin and the smooth fabric sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples tightening painfully. I arched into him, my fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders, my nails scraping his bare skin.

He growled against my lips, the vibration humming through my chest, and his hands didn’t stop moving. One slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, the other gripping my hip as if he was afraid I’d leave him.

I whimpered, my body already slick with need, my pussy throbbing in time with the pulse of his touch.

Then his mouth left mine, trailing hot, wet kisses down my throat, his beard scraping deliciously against my skin. I tilted my head back, my breath coming in sharp little gasps as he nipped at my collarbone, his tusks brushing my jaw. His hands were still moving, one sliding up to tangle in my bonnet, the other tugging at the hem of my silk top.

“Off,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate.

I didn’t argue. I let him strip the top over my head, the cool air hitting my bare skin, my nipples pebbling even harder. His breath hitched, his hands stilling on my waist as he stared.

“Magnificent,” he murmured, his thumbs and forefingers closing around my nipples.

I gasped, my back arching at the sharp, electric jolt of pleasure that shot straight to my core. I’d always thought my nipples were too big, too thick, but the way he was looking at them—like they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—made my throat tighten.

He tugged, just enough to make me whimper, the sensation pulling deep inside me, my pussy clenching with empty, aching need.

“Korrad—” My voice broke, my hands reaching for him, but he was already bending down, his mouth closing over one nipple, his tongue swirling before he sucked hard.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His other hand kneaded my breast, his thumb rolling my other nipple, and I was drowning in sensation, my hips rocking helplessly against nothing. His beard tickled my skin; the wet heat of his mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.