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“I imagine you’ll find a way to fit it inside me.”
His eyebrow quirked up, making my pulse surge. “Would you like a sample?”
“You’re saying I don’t need to beg?”
He grumbled. “That was a tease. I didn’t truly mean it.”
“I believe youdidmean it.” How was I finding the wits to speak? My body kept coiling tight and releasing, and each time it tightened, everything inside me threatened to shatter.
“Perhaps I did at first, but I no longer do.”
What was I going to do with that information? The thought that his feelings had changed for me, that he might one day love me, made me ache to confess how dear he was to me already. What if he told me he’d never feel the same?
Grr. I didn’t like thinking this way. He showed me with each gesture and touch that I meant something to him. That was enough—for now.
“Come mate,” he said. “I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue.” Spreading my legs wide, he crawled between them. “Give me everything.”
And when he placed his mouth on my feverish flesh, I did as he asked.
Chapter21
Jaus
“Would you like something to eat?” Rhoslyn asked after we’d bathed and I’d satisfied her again. My poor cock throbbed, but I could ignore it. The only thing that mattered to me now was giving her complete satisfaction. “I believe we have some grilled meat in the cool box.”
Her easy smile told me I’d pleased her once more. By bringing her to orgasm over and over with my fingers and mouth, she didn’t need my cock. Or she felt she didn’t need my cock. She was not a maiden, and I didn’t care one way or the other about that. As I said, at least she knew what to expect.
Did she realize my cock could make this even better? Despite her mocking me for my arrogance when we first met, I hadn’t been thinking of things that way. But surely a cock pumping in and out of her would feel even better than my fingers.
I hoped I’d soon find out. The longer I went without claiming her, the more I ached to do so.
She meant . . . a lot to me. That was all I was prepared to admit to myself. I needed to remain detached at my core until I’d achieved the goals I’d set for myself when my mother moved away from my father and into her own estate. I’d be the best commander this city had ever seen, proving to everyone I was worthy.
The horns sounded outside.
Rhoslyn’s wide-eyed gaze met mine.
“Dresalods,” I snarled, rushing to grab my mace from the wall. I’d trained Feyla to come to my home whenever the alarm was given.
“You said they only come every month or so.”
“Their patterns have been changing. Sometimes, they attack more often.”
She rushed across the living area as I removed the bar and opened the inner door. “Come back to me, Jaus.”
The heavy emotion in her voice was my undoing. I tugged her close and held her, praying she’d be safe—thatI’dalso be safe—at the end of the attack.
Finally, I had to go. She looked up at me with so much emotion in her eyes, my heart stalled. I floundered, knowing I needed to leave, that my fellow orcs needed me, but wanting so much to sit on the sofa and just hold her.
“Go. I’ll bar the door and wait for you.” She blinked fast, and it stunned me that she might be crying for me.
I stroked my knuckles down her face and left, striding down the hall. Once she’d barred the first door behind me, I opened the outer panel and stepped outside, finding Feyla waiting.
One leap, and I landed on her spine, guiding her into the sky and toward the sea.
When we coasted past the wall, I frowned.
No dresalods?
