Time stopped, the world stopped turning and magic ceased to exist as she looked into his eyes and saw love and desire there. Wonder filled her, a silly grin hot on its heels as the knife fell from her nerveless hand. She’d never once missed home or her old life. Not when she had this. Not when she had him.
Picking up the knife, he put it back in her hand and pressed it against his chest. The razor-sharp steel dug into his skin, creating a triangular dip before it parted. A bead of scarlet welled and grew as round and bulbous as the holly berries she loved during the winter. She watched as it grew too large and rolled down the blade.
“My heart belongs to you. Has since you called me orc scum the first time we met,” he admitted, letting go of her hand. “Your call. Cut it out, or let it beat to love you. Claim me, sweetheart.”
If he’d snatched the blade from her hand and plunged it into her rib cage, he couldn’t have struck a truer blow than he did with his words. Emotion welled up, mingling with the desire running through her body.
“Claim you? But how?”
She looked down at her white shift with a frown. The sheer fabric tried its best to conceal her body but failed miserably. “I don’t think this is going to fit you.”
He smiled, wicked dimples creasing his cheeks. Then his gaze followed hers and all amusement fled, to be replaced by heat and longing.
“Take me. Fuck me out here with the moon and stars as our witness. Make me yours, Kelly.”
His voice was low and husky in the darkness, a deep rumble of sheer temptation. Wild magic gathered around them in response to his words. Holding her gaze, he mastered it, shaping and throwing it around them in a maelstrom of sensation.
A gasp escaped her as he lifted her shift and stroked along her skin, tugging at her hair and whispering down along her spine. His lips moved, shaping a single word she didn’t quite catch. She soon found out what it was—a spell. One moment smooth, worn leather brushed against her thighs as she straddled his hips, and the next she felt the smooth, warm skin of his hips and the thick, insistent press of his cock against the groove of her pussy lips.
He rocked his pelvis and ground his erection against her clit. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as white-hot need coiled and pulsed within her.
“Fuck me, Kelly,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her arms. “Ride me, long and hard. I want to feel you around me, over me. Know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
She whimpered, unable to hold out any longer. Lifting up, she dropped the knife unheeded to the ground next to them. He didn’t recover it this time, too busy groaning as she wrapped her fingers around the thickness of his shaft. She loved the feel of his cock in her hands. Biting her lip, she stroked him twice, reveling in the feel of the velvet skin sliding over his steel-like shaft.
He bit back a curse, arching back against the blanket beneath them as his eyes rolled back in his head. Feeling a rush of feminine triumph at the power she wielded over such a powerful man, she lifted up and fit the thick mushroom head of his cock against the slick entrance to her pussy.
A moan of pleasure in the back of her throat, she sank down on him. Her body stretched around his thick cock. The fit was still so tight she had to hold her breath as he breached her. Rocking herself against him, she felt every inch of his cock as she impaled herself inch by glorious inch on his stiffened shaft.
His fingers dug into her hips as though to hold her down on him, but she knew better. The fine tremors that racked his body told the tale of how much control he was exerting on himself not to snap and take over.
“Fucking hells!” He slammed a fist into the ground near his waist, every muscle and sinew tensed as she slid down him.
She whispered sweet nothings, soft feminine murmurs as she gave up any thought of teasing him. Instead, she lifted up and impaled herself again. The slippery slide down his rigid cock drove any other thought out of her head but getting more of the delicious sensation.
Breathy moans spilled from her throat as she rode him. His hands wrapped around her waist, strong arms lifting her up so she could slide onto him again. Only lifting her, never driving her down.
“That’s it, sweetheart, ride me,” his deep voice urged, dark whispers that spoke to her very soul. “You’re beautiful. I love watching you when you come.”
She just nodded, trying to concentrate as her movements grew faster and less controlled. All that mattered was him inside her. She needed to be filled by his cock, his arms around her. Tension coiled in her loins, her clit throbbing every time she ground herself against him. She panted, hands braced on his broad chest as he lifted up to meet her.
“Karak, please…” she begged, not caring at the pleading note in her voice. She couldn’t go fast enough or hard enough. “Please, I need more.”
With a rumble of arousal, he wrapped his arms around her, and the next second she was on her back under him.
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything I am…” he whispered between heavy thrusts. She mewled as pleasure built to the breaking point within her. This was what she needed. Him. Karak.
Two thrusts were all it took to have her hovering on the edge. Time slowed as the chasm yawned beneath her, waiting for her to tip over into ecstasy. She looked up into dark eyes and saw the answer to everything she’d been searching for.
“Come with me,” she said, reaching up to plant a soft, almost chaste kiss on his lips. “Come with me, forever.”
He shuddered, the first pulsing of his cock within her setting off her release, and with a mingled roar and moan, Kelly claimed her orc.
EPILOGUE
Karak was the ugliest bastard alive… and also the luckiest. Graal grumbled under his breath as he heard the roar from the woods to the west of the main camp.
Fucking Karak and his “claiming chases.” It was a wonder the male hadn’t fucked his cock right off in the months since he’d found his little human mate. They’d certainly been at it enough. But he was happy for his friend. At least he’d found love… and the permanent kind, not the fleeting kind that was all Graal knew. The kind that could be bought for a couple of coppers a night and belonged to another male when a new day dawned.
Which was why he was out here, looking at the mists with Claw at his side.
“Okay, boy, we discussed this,” he murmured, holding Kelly’s old jacket out for the beast to sniff. “Let’s go find me a human…”
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