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“I think I need to finish what we started in the alleyway.” Without warning, he flipped me around on his lap, so I was straddling his legs, sitting face-to-face with him. The hot bar of his cock pressed against me, straining against his jeans. I rubbed my pussy on him, unable to help myself, and let out a quiet moan.
“Or maybe,” he drawled, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. But I didn’t care. I was too far in my lustful haze to care at that point. “I could bring you to the edge of orgasm and not let you finish. Gods, imagine how much noise you’d make with just my fingers inside you?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, so our lips were only inches apart. His tusks pressed into my cheeks. I grinded against his dick and this time, he groaned—low and guttural. I just wanted to remind him I wasn’t the only one losing control.
“You could try all you want,” I said primly, “but I know my body, and no man has ever been able to make me come. Not without a vibrator.”
He hooked his fingers into my bodice, holding my gaze in the darkness. “That’s because you’ve never been with an orc before.”
I heard the fabric rip before I felt it. I hissed as cold air hit my breasts. Ansel didn’t leave me out in the cold for long because his hot mouth was there, taking my entire breast in his mouth. He sucked and licked my pert nipple as I arched towards him to give him more purchase.
Have you lost your mind? This orc kidnapped you only a few days ago and now you're humping him over his jeans like some horny teenager?
I rubbed my cunt harder against him to drown out the voice in my head. Yes, I was aware of the massive mistake we were making, one that I would most definitely regret later, but right now . . . right now—I couldn’t care less. I was acting purely on instinct, and every instinct in my body wanted the orc sucking on my tit right now. The friction was delicious between my legs, but not enough. I wanted . . . needed more.
Ansel released me from his mouth to say, “You want me to rub that needy little cunt of yours, lass? Is that what you want?” His hands reached behind me to squeeze my ass.
I gripped his shirt in both my hands as I continued to rock. I may have been acting on instinct, but I still had a small sliver of pride left. If he was expecting me to beg, then we were both leaving this room with blue balls. I smirked at him in the darkness. “I see what you’re trying to do, and I think it’s cute, but I still don’t believe you could make me come even if you tried.”
He growled at that. He actuallygrowledat me. “I am going to make you regret those words, faerie.”
My entire body pulsed with excitement. I knew my body, I lived in it after all, and knew how hard it was to relax enough to have an orgasm. If Carter couldn’t do it—the man of my dreams—then this orc didn’t have a chance in hell. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy myself while he tried. And eventually failed.
Ansel rested his hand on my lower back and with his other one, reached in between us, rucking my skirt up past my hips. He made a deep, satisfied noise as he brushed his fingers along the seam of my panties, obviously delighted. “Are you this wet for me?” he asked, his gruff demeanor suddenly changing. His voice was full of awe. It caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say. No? Yes? It had been too damn long since someone had touched me, so don’t take it personally?
I sat somewhere between embarrassed and confused as he lightly rubbed my clit over the wet silk.
“Answer me, Skye,” he said, his voice turning growly again. His thumb rubbing languid circles over my apex moved faster. Harder.
I bent my hips forward like his body had me in a gravitational pull that I couldn’t escape. His other hand resting on my lower back saved me from toppling over his knees headfirst. I bit down on a moan, still refusing to speak.Maybe if you don’t answer him, he’ll drop it—
“I said answer me. I’m the boss, remember?”
Oh fuck. There was that stern voice again. I sucked on my lower lip, refusing to give the acknowledgment he demanded even if it killed me.
He made an annoyed hmph but didn’t protest any further. “Apologize for disobeying my orders,” he said slowly.
I shook my head, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
He let out a heavy sigh to himself. He grabbed the front of my panties and yanked them to the side, exposing my swollen cunt to the air. “Apologize,” he said again, his voice coming deep from inside his throat as my heady scent filled the air.
I met his eyes in the darkness. “No,” I whispered.
I felt his cock twitch underneath me. Or maybe I imagined it? Imagination or not, his body responded to my defiance. Ansel liked it almost as much as I liked saying no to him.
And he liked it so much, he plunged his finger deep into my cunt, without warning.
My body tightened around him at the new, unexpected feeling. His finger slid in easily, I was wet enough, but the thickness of his finger definitely caught me off guard. As he started to pump his finger in and out, I relaxed, sighing with pleasure. The feeling was exquisite. My inner walls squeezed around him, filled and yet aching for more. Reading my body's silent plea, he added another finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. I couldn’t help it, I let a moan out as I closed my eyes and knocked my head back. His fingers slowed down their pumping as he focused attention on my sensitive clit, rubbing and kneading and rolling the nub with his thumb.
It was nice, but not enough to make me come. At least I had been right about one thing—no man could make me come with just their fingers. I was always too in my head, just like Carter had said. After thirty-three years of trying, and all the times I had spent trying on my bed, rubbing myself until I got a cramp in my wrist, I had never been able to accomplish it either. So what made Ansel so special?
I would just enjoy this ride until Ansel got too tired and gave up, making me the winner of this fucked-up game.
“Lean back,” he murmured, “I got you.”
I obeyed, leaning back against his hand until my back was almost lying flat on his legs.
This feels nice, but it’s never going to work. He could hang me upside down and it still wouldn’t work. My body is just broken—
