Page 70 of Protective Pucking Orc

Instead, I took a record-breaking shower, and when Sofia slipped into the room fifteen minutes later wearing my robe again, I didn’t even allow her through the door fully before I grabbed her and pulled her against me with a growl.

Thank fuck she merely smiled and stretched up to meet my kiss, even while shrugging out of that robe. Beneath it, she was as naked as I was, and twice as hot.

Her arms went around my neck, I lifted her by the ass…and her warm, wet cunt was nestled against my cock. “Gods, dkaar,” I murmured against her jaw as I kissed my way toward her ear. “You’re already so wet.”

“Just for you,” she agreed cheekily, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.

I shifted my hold and took a step forward so her back was pressed to the door, allowing me to plant one palm against the wood. My mouth moved along her skin, and she lifted herself so my piercing was aligned with her weeping entrance.

“Ready, querido mío?”

I loved it when she spoke her language to me, so I returned it truthfully. “As I’ve never been ready for anything before, dkaar.”

Smiling, holding my gaze, she sank slowly down atop my cock, moaning and wriggling the whole way. I found myself holding my breath as her tight, wet heat swallowed my cock, each ridge disappearing inside her with a slick, perfect resistance.

The way her inner walls fluttered around me—clenching and releasing like they were made to milk me—had my claws digging into the doorframe. Then she was fully seated, her pussy sealed around the base of my cock, and I felt the first pulse of her orgasm ripple through her.

“¡Ay Dios!” she groaned, giving in to the pleasure.

Her back arched off the door, her nails raking down my shoulders as her cunt locked around me in a vise. I could feel it—the way her pleasure spiraled through her, the way her muscles clenched in waves, her slick heat pulsing around my ridges. My piercing dragged against her G-spot with every twitch of her body, and I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily.

This was so much more intense than her other orgasms. Did it only feel that way because of the Mating Bond?

“Dkaar—” My voice broke. She was perfect; her head thrown back, her throat exposed, her dark hair falling between us. The sweet scent of her arousal was thick in the air, and my Kteer snarled mine mine mine!

There was no way I’d be able to hold still. “Love, I have to move,” I warned her.

“For the love of god, move,” she moaned.

With a growl, I rolled my hips, grinding her against the door. The movement sent another shudder through her, her pussy fluttering around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Sí—! Just like that⁠—”

I did it again. And again. Each shallow thrust made her whimper, her body tremble, and stretched her climax. The ridges of my cock caught on her walls, dragging against that spot inside her that made her nails dig into my skin. I could feel her pleasure like it was my own, a feedback loop of need and desire, her body milking me, my cock swelling inside her.

“I can’t—” My voice was raw. “I can’t control it⁠—”

Her eyes flew open, her dark gaze locking onto mine. She was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her chest heaving. And then she grinned—naughty and knowing—and pulled my mouth down to hers.

“Then don’t,” she whispered against my lips. “I want you, Dakvaar. All of you.”

The words shattered what little control I had left.

With a snarl, I pinned her harder against the door, my cock buried to the root inside her. My release hit me like a freight train, my hips stuttering as I came, my cum flooding her in thick, hot spurts. I could feel her pussy taking every drop, her walls clenching around me, her body shuddering as I filled her.

“Mine!” I roared, my voice breaking.

My cock pulsed again and again, my seed spilling into her, marking her, claiming her. Her legs locked around my waist, her heels digging into my ass as she rode out the last waves of her own orgasm, her breath coming in broken sobs.

“Dios—” She panted, her fingers tangled in my hair. “I can feel you⁠—”

I knew what she meant. The Bond. The way our pleasure fed into each other, the way her body was made for mine. I could feel her—her heart pounding, her breath ragged, her cunt still fluttering around my cock, milking me for every last drop.

I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing to hers, my chest heaving. My cock was still hard inside her, my cum dripping out around us, slick and warm between her thighs.

“Mine,” I murmured again, softer this time. I shifted so my tusk dragged down her cheek, marking her oh-so-gently. “My Mate.”

Her smile was soft, her dark eyes shining. “And you’re mine.”

I growled, my hips rolling slightly, my cock still buried deep. “Damn right I am.”