“I know,” I whisper, my arms tightening around his neck. “I know we can’t.”
His eyes burn into mine. “Do you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I promise.”
But my body doesn’t care what I know. My body only knows his hands are on me, his mouth is close, and I’ve spent too long wanting something I’m not allowed to have.
My back meets the blankets, and he comes down over me, one massive hand braced beside my head. He keeps most of hisweight off me, but I still feel surrounded by him. Protected. Wanted. His warmth settles over my skin, and I grind against his engorged length before I can stop myself.
His gaze drops to the movement. “Careful, little human girl.”
“You used to love it when I squirmed against you like this,” I remind him.
“There was a loincloth between us,” he remindsme. “And my instincts are different now. I can’t help that.”
“Why? Because you love me?” I breathe out.
“Yes,” he sighs. “And because I know you love me. That kind of connection does something to orcs. Makes us… a little more feral.”
But instead of getting more intense, his expression softens, but only for a second. Then his mouth is on my throat.
I gasp, fingers clutching his shoulders as his lips move over my skin. He kisses along the side of my neck, slower than before, every press of his mouth leaving saliva behind. His tusks brush carefully, barely there, but enough to make me tremble. He notices. Of course he notices. King Lix’tuk notices everything when it comes to my body.
“You like that,” he croons.
“I like everything about you,” I whisper.
He huffs against my throat, almost a laugh, and the warmth of it makes my stomach flutter. His hand slides from my waist to my hip, fingers spreading over my naked body. He doesn’t touch me anywhere he shouldn’t. Not exactly. But every slow stroke of his palm feels like a promise he’s fighting not to keep.
His hands stay focused on my breasts for a while. Caressing. Touching. Teasing my nipples until I’m squirming and whimpering from the sweet sensations.
I turn my face into his neck, breathing him in. Leather. Grog. The musk I love having on my breath. This time, I’m the one who starts it. I press my lips to his, soft at first, almost careful. He lets me. That might be the most dangerous part.
He lets me explore the shape of his mouth, the firmness of his lips, the careful angle of his tusks. I kiss the corner of his mouth. His jaw. The scar that cuts near his chin. His breath shudders and that sends a flutter of arousal through my core. A flutter that doesn’t stop, especially when he starts kissing me again, hungrier.
The kiss deepens until I can’t think. His hand moves into my hair, cradling the back of my head, holding me steady while his mouth takes mine again and again. I feel cherished and devoured at the same time, and it makes no sense, but neither does loving him.
When our lips finally part, I lean closer to his ear, grinding myself against him. I’m getting desperate. Shameless. This is Zrogmul Clover, wet and needy, knowing that even if I can’t have him the way I want him, there are still things we can do.
We’re both too tired for this. Worn too thin by months of speeches, meetings, wounded strangers, and impossible decisions. But maybe that’s why neither of us can resist it. There’s no strength left for pretending.
“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper. “Rough, like when you can’t control yourself.”
His cock throbs against me. “Be careful what you ask for, little human girl,” he speaks his warning against my neck, then leans up. “Especially right now.”
“I know what I’m asking for,” I say, meeting his gaze, opening my mouth and tracing my lips with my tongue.
I still don’t think I’m veryalluring, but I’m not sure that matters right now. He still has needs and unless he’s handled them himself, he’s as deprived as I am. Things have been busy. We’re still bickering about our future. We’re running on blackroot coffee and determination. But all of that can melt away when we can have some time to ourselves.
“It’s so fucking hard to resist you,” he groans, reaching down and gripping his cock.
“Then don’t,” I say grinding against him again. “You can’t have that, but you can have my mouth anytime you want it. You could even…” I glance back at my ass, my bottom hole clenching nervously.
“If I come that close to your pussy, it’ll still be dripping with my seed after I’m done. Too risky,” he growls, pulling my head toward him as he moves closer. “But if you open your mouth for me, you’re going to have my tongue deep in your pussy until the sun comes up.”
“Good,” I breathe out, taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head when he feelsmytongue on his ridges. “I forgot how fucking good this feels.”