He called it to him, his voice ringing with power and authority. She didn’t know what the words were, but her soul did. Even though they were in a different language, she knew his words were an order for whatever this was to obey him. She shivered as it crawled over her skin, caressing her with a sensuous bite as it answered Karak’s call.
She bit her lip, using the sharp distraction to stay where she was as Karak walked around the small camp, drawing symbols with his big hands, his scaled dog at his heels. The symbols hung in the air for a moment, difficult for her to look at, before they faded. The dog rumbled in the back of its throat and then slunk over to the other side of the firepit, curling up like a cat with its tail over its nose.
She bit back her whimper as she watched Karak look over the circle of… whatever he’d drawn and then nod in approval. Her gaze wandered over his tall, heavily muscled form. He was perfectly built, the sparkles highlighting the sculpted muscles of his big frame. If she’d met him in a bar back home, she’d have climbed him like a tree.
Hell… forget back home, she’d climb him like a tree now. Her body was on fire. Need clawed at her, racing through her veins. Her nipples were tight, drawing a simmering line of desire down her body to her aching pussy as she squirmed and clamped her thighs together.
A soundless clap of power echoed around the clearing and he looked down. His eyes blazed with dark desire as his gaze wandered over her body.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
He dropped to his knees and grabbed her ankles. The muscles in his arms bunched as he spread her legs and pulled her bodily toward him. She struggled, but it made no difference. His hands were manacles of steel on her ankles. She slithered across the furs until he ended up between her spread thighs.
“Yeah? You don’t prefer your women green like you?”
She knew she was gabbling, but she couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of her mouth.
His big hands swept down the outsides of her spread thighs as he leaned over her. The bulk of his large, heavily muscled body blocked some of the light from the fire as his face was cast into darkness. His eyes glittered in the blackness, and he barked a small laugh.
“Fuck no, have you seen orc females?”
Bracing himself over her on one arm, he hooked his fingers into the front of her top. With a savage jerk, he ripped it down the center. She gasped as the fabric parted and cold air washed over her exposed flesh.
“But like dragons, we lust after beauty… covet it. We want to possess it. Taste it. Own it.”
His voice grew lower, husky. Each word tugged at Kelly, the ache within her pulsing in resonance with his deep voice. Oh hell yeah, if they were talking about the sensual type of tasting, she was all in.
He pushed the fabric farther apart. She sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed the underside of her breast and then cupped her. His hand was large and warm, roughened with calluses that made her shiver.
“So delicate and pretty.”
His words were soft against her skin as he leaned down to pepper kisses over the slope of her shoulder before working his way down. She made a small sound of need and pleading, torn from deep within her.
He growled in response, the rumble emanating from deep within his chest as he gathered her to him. His supporting arm under her neck pillowed her head while his free hand pulled her thigh up over his hip. Rolling his hips, he pressed against her, his cock rubbing against her clit.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed against her sinuously, his hard male body over her and the sensuous feel of soft fur beneath…sensory heavens. His lips trailed down her breast to close on a nipple. He sucked and liquid heat shot through her body.
Working her nipple, he sucked and nipped until she was writhing beneath him. Then he swirled his tongue around her nipple, soothing the small hurts, and she was lost. Gods, the things he could do with his mouth should be illegal.
She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and then up his neck and over his head. The long strands of his hair were like silk between her fingers as she held him against her. She’d never been with a guy with long hair before, but it felt so nice. She wondered what it would feel like against her naked body.
Arching her back, she offered herself up to him in a willing sacrifice. She needed this, wanted it… wanted him…
“Damn, you taste good…”
His words were murmured against her skin as he moved down her stomach. Automatically, she sucked in a breath. She wasn’t vain, but she knew she was carrying a few more pounds than the ideal. She really should have used that gym membership more.
He kissed and licked down the valley of her breasts, between the ribs and onto her softly rounded belly. His lips left a lingering trail over her skin until he was stopped by the waistband of her skirt.
“This has to go.”
His hands smoothed over the material across her hips, and for a second, she thought he was about to start kissing it.
“Oothraal…”
His word was a whisper, but she felt the tingle over her skin as her skirt disappeared. Instead of feeling his hands on her hips through fabric, they were now on her skin.
“Better,” he murmured as he leaned down to continue kissing over her stomach. His fingers tangled in her panties and with a sudden jerk, he tore them from her body. Surprise and sudden heat washed through her. She was naked under him, her legs spread wide by his broad shoulders, open and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her. Cool air teased at her exposed lower lips, the contrast with his hot mouth just above her mons making her shiver in sensual delight.
Her hands still on his head, she urged him lower. Her pussy clenched as he took the hint and moved down, flicking his tongue over the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. Nerves spread to the breaking point, she lifted her hands to twine them in the furs around her.
Her clit was a tight bundle of anticipation as his mouth hovered over her. She shifted her hips, displaying herself for him in an age-old feminine movement. She didn’t have to wait long. He growled and his hands clamped around her hips to hold her still. His hot breath washed over her pussy lips, and then he parted them with a bold sweep of his tongue.
A cry of pleasure escaped her lips before she could stop it. Before she’d realized what she was doing, she had her hands back on his head again, running her fingers through the silk-like strands and urging him on. He didn’t need any urging. A low guttural moan escaped her. She’d been eaten out before but never as expertly as this. Even the graze of his tusk wasn’t weird now. It was just sexy. Sexy as fuck.
Splaying a large hand over her stomach, he circled her clit and then dipped down to circle the entrance to her pussy with his tongue. Her ability to think went up in the same flames that consumed her. He licked and nibbled, playing her body with an ease and skill his brutish appearance belied. The tightness in her core spread to the rest of her body, driven tighter by the rasp of his tongue as he ran it from slit to clit.
He drew the tight bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it in rapid movements. Without warning, he plunged a long, thick finger deep inside her. The release that had been hovering crashed over her, stealing her breath and her ability to resist him.
Moaning, she rode wave after wave of pleasure, aided by his fingers stroking against the sweet spot buried deep inside her, elongating her release with each shudder and clench around his finger. She panted and moaned through her release, growing quiet as the waves of bliss simmered down. He pulled his fingers from her and she pouted, her eyes closed as she tried to regain her composure.