Page 66 of Games with the Orc


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"When that's what you want it to be…yes," I said, just as quiet. "It's…it's the knowing, Sunny. Knowing where the path leads."

Sunny stared into space, and I wondered if she'd paid attention to my answer, or if maybe it had shorted out her brain, or—

"Okay, so we start with dating," she said, her words clear and her shoulders squaring like she was about to go into battle. "Like we skipped the awkward first dinners and coffee, and we sorted out the conversation where we're exclusive, and now we're in that committed but not—"

I caught her chin in my fingers and planted the kiss over her words, humming with her as our lips connected and helped themselves to sips and gentle sucking. Dating was the tip of the iceberg of mating, perhaps, but at least it wasn't a rejection.

"I accept," I said, fighting the urge to corner her and draw her onto my lap, make a mess of her in front of everyone in the restaurant.

Sunny blinked at me, cheeks swelling with her smile, and leaned up for another peck. "Okay. Now let's eat, I'm starving. My orc boyfriend wore me out."

Sunny squirmed in her seat as I purred for her.

Sunny started five projects in a day and finished two. She shed her socks in random places throughout her house—at the stove while she was cooking pasta, the dining table, tucked inside of the bathroom cabinet—and then put on whatever pair was closest the next time her toes were cold. She scowled as she used a power drill and smiled any time she got to pick up a paint brush, whether it was for a canvas or a wall.

She woke up in the middle of each night. If I was sleeping, she would drift up to her studio, but if I woke in time and caught her—

"Unnngh, Khell, yes!"

I grinned through my growl, bucking my hips up to meet Sunny's. Her arms were stretched over my head, hands clasped around the top bar of her wrought iron headboard, bracing herself as she rode my cock roughly.

"Oh–oh god," she cried out, eyes widening as she stared down at me.

I reared up, my hands sliding up from their grip on her hips to stroke her back and draw her closer. Sunny was nearly there, and it was my job as her mate to throw her over the edge. My mouth found one of her breasts, my hand taking hold of the other, and I sucked hard, my tusks digging into her soft flesh.

Sunny's hands released the headboard, grasping the back of my head and holding me in place as she came with a high cry, her cunt tightening on my stav. I purred as she clasped and fluttered around me, my heels digging into the bed, bracing against the siren call of my own release. Sunny joked about me wearing her out, but I knew how much she could handle and I liked her to sleep late into the morning so I had time to make her breakfast.

As her shuddering settled and she breathed the long sigh of her completion, I rolled us on the bed, cradling her in my arms, laughing at the look of surprise on her face. Why was my little mate always surprised to find I wanted more of her?

My stav was still pumping in the sleeve of my cock, and I fixed myself deep inside of Sunny, letting it stroke her as I bent and kissed her flushed cheeks and full lips.

"You should know better than to think I would be finished with you so quickly," I murmured, pinching the lobe of her ear between my teeth.

But Sunny didn't shiver and whine. "Khell, what are we doing? This isn't normal, is it?"

I blinked, and then leaned back. I had turned the lamp on when I'd snatched Sunny back into the bed, and I was glad of it now. She could see my face as well as I could see hers.

Sunny was chewing on her bottom lip, a line of worry marked between her brows.

"I don't think cowgirl is that advanced," I said, wincing even as I made the joke.

But Sunny let out a puff of a laugh and shook her head. "It's been a week."

It had. A very good week. Astraeya had dropped my car off on the street in front of Sunny's house on Sunday. We'd driven it back to my apartment and christened my bed before packing me a bag of clothes and walking hand in hand back to Sunny's. I'd finished the installation of a vintage lamp over Sunny's dining table on Monday. On Wednesday, I'd mitered the corners for the shelves Sunny wanted in the bathroom. On Thursday, we'd put a shelf up in the kitchen window for potted herbs.

To be fair though, we'd had more sex than productive projects.

"Do you want to take a break?" I asked. Sunny stiffened and I growled, unable to resist dipping down and kissing her firmly. "A break from fucking, mate. Or a night where I go to my apartment? So it feels…normal."

Human normal, I thought. We were absolutely normal for newly mated orcs.

"I…" Sunny trailed off, and her hands stroked down my back and then back up again. She didn't mind my weight on her, I was confident of that now. And I was fairly confident that even if she did want to slow down for a moment, it wouldn't last long. Sunny was as aggressively eager as I was.

Her brow furrowed as she stared up at me, her thighs tightening around my hips as if in objection to the question.

"I…" She huffed and shook her head. "Jesus, what am I talking about? I don't want normal. Come here, beast."

I leaned back out of reach, chuckling at Sunny's resulting pout. "No normal for my pretty petal?"

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