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Lifting me, he laid me on the bed. He loomed over me before moving downward, kissing my belly as he passed. He spread my thighs wide and grinned up at me. “For me to eatyou, of course.”
Why was I laying limply beneath him? I should flee. Find a place to hide until his lust had faded.
Sadly, he wasn’t the only one who lusted. I’d spent most of the night reliving what happened in the tub, dreaming of him doing it again.
Eat me, huh? I wasn’t completely sure what he meant, but after what he’d done with his fingers last night, I couldn’t make myself scramble out from beneath him to flee.
He’d turned me into a needy thing, a female who craved his touch, and I didn’t like it one bit.
But when he pushed his mouth against me and sucked on the sensitive bud he’d stroked last night, I barked out a gasp.
I clutched his horns as he continued to suck me, his tongue flicking and stroking until I lost all control and shrieked, bucking up and biting my tongue to keep from begging.
His finger took over from his mouth on my sensitive coil of nerves, and his tongue moved downward to slide into my passage. His fingers joined his tongue, alternating with what felt like three or more fingers pushing inside me, his long tongue flicking against my inner walls at the same time.
I was a solid mass of need, a lump of clay eager for him to mold, and there was no denying he was too good at seduction.
When his fingers moved faster, and his tongue found the hard bud at the top once more, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I lost all control. Moaning, I yanked on his horns. I thrust my hips up to meet his fingers. I spread my legs wider.
I rode his hand while it rode me until my body crashed, giving into the same pleasure he’d given me last night.
When I’d finally stopped shuddering with pleasure, he looked up at me with a sultry smile. It was all I could do not to grin right back at him.
“Get up, tiny mate.” He backed off and stood at the end of the bed, his possessive gaze locked on my widespread form. “You need to make me breakfast.”
Chapter17
Jaus
Rhoslyn consumed my every thought, and I didn’t like it. With Avella, I’d been able to separate my feelings for her from the work I needed to do. When I wasn’t with her, I barely thought about her.
Yesterday, it was all I could do to focus on fighting off the dresalods. I’d become distracted too many times, fretting about Rhoslyn until I was yanked back into the situation with a dresalod about to kill me.
I rarely suffered wounds in battle, and the gouges and cuts I’d received yesterday from their claws were payment for being distracted. They still stung and would serve as a reminder that I needed to separate whatever feelings I might have for my mate from the rest of my life.
This wasn’t an easy thing to do as I went down two flights of stairs to the kitchen with her following. She’d quickly tugged on a skirt and blouse that were much too large for her.
“I need to buy you clothing immediately,” I snapped, hating to see her appearing this rumpled.
“We’re back there again, are we?” she asked, taking bread and preserves from the cool box and placing them on the table.
“Back where? What do you speak of?”
“You acting grumpy while I try to remain cheerful.” A scowl transformed her face, making her even more appealing when it shouldn’t. “I’m telling you right now, I’m not playing sunshine to your snarly orc demeanor. You’ll soon find out I can be as snarly as you.”
“I am not grumpy or snarly.” But even I could hear the growl in my voice.
Her smile flashed so briefly I almost missed it. “Do you have butter? I don’t see any around.”
“Why would I need butter?” This time, I kept my voice neutral. I was not grumpy. I was an even-tempered orc. Everyone said so.
“Because it tastes good.” Her lips twisted, and her eyes gleamed with irritation.
If I kissed her, I bet that expression would disappear. I could replace it with that limpid look I was beginning to crave. And moans of pleasure.
But the thought of doing that to her made me cringe inside. I didn’t want to manipulate her with sex. Yes, I’d taunted her with the notion of begging me to sink my cock into her, but I needed her to want what we did as much as me. That was the basis of my claim.
And that irritated me too. She was my mate, the female who’d carry my orclings. Why was I thinking of her as anything else?
