“You are gorgeous. I am very lucky to have caught your attention before anyone else could steal you away.”
A shaky laugh escaped me, and I shook my head helplessly, gasping as his thumbs grazed my nipples. “I-I’m not that special…”
His head dipped, dragging hot kisses down my neck and chest. “I disagree, sweet ravsol. You are the stuff of fantasies.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before lightly licking one of my nipples. I choked on a cry, hips rocking automatically.My entire body thrummed with barely contained need, to the point where I felt as though I’d come out of my skin. When he switched to the other side and nipped lightly, my hips bucked, and he had to pull me back down when I nearly writhed out of his lap.
“Orthorr, please!” I begged.
When his hand settled in the middle of my chest, I grasped it tightly, using it to ground myself in the storm of feelings and sensations I’d never experienced before. Pleasure, excitement, need, and a steady warmth that spread through my chest every time Orthorr dragged me in for another kiss. Without his touch to steady me, I might get lost in all the sensations.
He surprised me when he cupped my behind and stood, hauling me effortlessly like I weighed no more than a bag of potatoes. I gasped against his lips, jerking back to look at him incredulously. “You shouldn’t! Your shoulder–”
“Is fine, thanks to you,” he murmured, nipping at my lip then sucking it to ease the sting and silence my arguments. “I am fine, ravsol. But I felt it might be better if we moved to a bed.”
“Oh, gods,” I whimpered, tightening my legs around his waist. “Please.”
I barely noticed the cloth separating the space he slept in brushing against my back, my focus on Orthorr’s mouth and the steady grip he had on my ass. He said he wanted to take it slow. What were the chances that was only about the pace, and there was still a possibility that he’d take me tonight?
He settled me down on a bed much softer than the one I slept on in the tent with the other townsfolk. I broke the kiss to look at the soft furs, then up at him, a smirk pulling at my lips as I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Somehow, I didn't see you as the type to indulge yourself like this.”
He grinned, leaning in to nip at my chin. “There are perks to being clan leader.”
“Oh? Will you have to give it up then when Uttin gets back?” I teased.
He dragged his teeth along my neck next, giving me goosebumps and making me gasp. “The tent, yes. It is for the clan leader. The bed? He will have to get his own. Once I’ve taken you on this one, I won’t allow anyone else to sleep on it.”
His words were possessive and sent shivers down my spine. He crawled between my legs, looming over me with a smirk, looking every bit the fierce barbarian from the rumors. Except I wasn’t afraid of this one. Instead, I was reaching for him, pulling him on top of me, trying to eliminate all the space between us until he settled his weight on me, and a groan of pure pleasure escaped me.
“You took care of me before, my ravsol. Allow me now to take care of you.”
“Yes… please.”
He reached between us, toying with the buttons of my trousers, but before he did anything more, he forced my gaze away from where our cocks were pressed together, only separated by a few bits of cloth, making me look him in the eyes.
“If you ever wish to stop, you need only say it. I want to make you feel good. If I am failing, I want to know.”
Somehow, I doubted there was anything he could do that I wouldn’t like, but I gamely agreed to reassure him. “Okay.”
His proud smile warmed me to my toes, and I lifted my head to meet him when he dropped down for another kiss. I was so distracted by his lips, I didn’t feel his hand until it slipped into my trousers and wrapped around my cock.
Ripping my mouth away, I gasped, fingers digging into Orthorr’s sides. “Orthorr!”
“So gorgeous. That’s it, ravsol. Let me hear you.”
My mouth fell open at the sultry words that made my eyes want to roll back into my head. Who knew the clan leader could sound so seductive?
The next slide of his hand on my cock ripped a moan from me. I wanted to thrust into his grip, to feel him everywhere, but my cursed trousers were still in the way, and I could barely move with his big body over mine. I tried shoving at the offensive material in the way, and when he wouldn’t move out of my way, I went after his trousers instead. He had ties instead of buttons, so it was easier, and when I made enough room to shove my hand inside, I didn't hesitate. I couldn’t. I feel almost frantic with the urge to touch him like he touched me.
Orthorr grunted, grip tightening ever so slightly on my length and making me cry out. If he wasn’t careful, I’d come in his hand before we could get all of our clothes off.
It took some doing, he was distracting me with his touches, but I eventually shoved Orthorr’s trousers down enough that he understood what I wanted. He lifted off me long enough to shed the rest of our clothes, and when he came back down, our cocks slid together in a delicious glide that had me covering my mouth to stifle the wild moan that escaped me.
“No,” Orthorr demanded, pulling my hand away and dragging it over my head. “I want to hear you.”
“But–” I gasped as he rolled his hips again. “They’ll hear…”