Page 77 of Games with the Orc

I sat up and opened my eyes again. The play room he'd built us was whimsical and dark, like one of my illustrations. It was perfect.

Khell was perfect for me.

He hogged the covers and always bought more than we needed at the grocery store, and it was absolutely useless offering to drive because he was such a control freak. He brought home fresh flowers every time he went out and was building me a cabinet just for all the bath products he approved of. He made me feel like the most precious woman on earth, while also the filthiest and most sexually deviant.

"I love you, beast," I said, one hand planted on his chest over his drumming heart, the other cupping his jaw.

Khell's eyes flared fire-bright, his nostrils flaring, and I gasped at the kick and swell of his stav inside of me. "Petal," he growled, and then seemed to choke on the words, surging up instead and crashing his lips to mine.

The kiss was deep and desperate, our tongues twining and tasting, our moans chorusing together. Khell worked me on his length, from his tip down to his base, filling me and fucking me until my entire body, my heartbeat, seemed to pulse in time with his rhythm.

"I love you," he gasped, pulling away. "I'm going to tease you and torture you and chase you and claim you for the rest of our lives."

I buried my laugh against his throat, scratching his back with one hand and twisting his braid around my palm with the other. My knees dug into the mattress of our lovely nest, and I joined him in the riding and grinding union of our bodies. Our pants and groans and breathless cries grew loud and rushed in my ears.

Khell's hands clasped around my hips as he rose up to his knees, holding me in midair, thrusts reaching deep, skin clapping hard. I moaned into his neck, heard his gasp as I yanked on his braid and dug my nails into his back. His claws gripped my ass, tusks scratching my shoulder, stav swelling to the size of a fist and pounding inside of me with every stroke of his cock.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming on my cock, and then put you over my knee and turn your ass red for making me wait to hear you say that," Khell growled. "Say it again."

"I love you. My mate. I'm yours," I babbled, not sure which part he wanted, my voice bouncing with his forceful fucking.

Khell snarled promises, a wicked plethora of the things he would do for me, and I begged for more and repeated the words.

I love you. My mate. I'm yours.

"We're going to stay here until I'm satisfied," Khell purred in my ear, licking the shell and then pinching the lobe with his tusk and lip. "And petal, I won't be satisfied for days."

I whined and sucked on his throat, trying to push my desperation into Khell so he would finish me off. My teeth were scratching his skin the way he often did to me, and my jaw ached with the need to bite down, like I'd become as much a beast as I teased Khell for being.

"I love you, mate," he whispered.

And then he tilted just so and the pound and stroke of his cock and stav dug inside of me, setting off the explosive chain reaction I'd been begging for. I did scream, just as Khell had said I would, tightening and bearing down on the pleasure.

My scream was feral, my hands rough on Khell, and he roared as the tease of my teeth became brutal.

I'd bit him.

I'd bitten Khell!

There was a hot and unexpectedly sweet taste in my mouth, and I nearly scrambled out of his arms to apologize, when suddenly the world turned and I was on my back in the nest, Khell rutting wildly on top of me.

"Petal! Sunny!" he snarled, his hips bucking and clapping into me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. My mate. Mine!"

His urgency was shocking, but the grind and pressure of him on top of me only added fuel to the fire of my release, and I came again. I arched this time, releasing Khell's throat from my bite, only to find my shoulder pinned in his jaws.

The flood of hot bliss rushing through my veins, and spilling into me from Khell's release, sharpened with the sudden strike and burn of pain, Khell's tusks and teeth breaking my skin. His roar was buried in his bite, and the little twinkle lights overhead flared and glittered as the dizzy turn of the orgasms swept through me.

Khell continued fucking me, but his strokes grew softer and slower as I caught my breath. His throat was wet against my cheek, and my shoulder ached in his grip. His tongue swiped around the edge of his teeth, and I sighed at the warm tingle that soothed the bite.

"What—You didn't—" My chest was heaving, brushing against Khell's, and he pulled away slowly, licking the wound he'd made again. When he sat up above me I found the largest, brightest smile on his face. I blinked and stared up at him. "That was…bonding?"

He laughed, gaze glittering, and rocked into me a few times, the easy and gentle pace as soothing to my aftershocks as his licking had been to the bite.

"We were already mates," Khell said, ducking to lick me once again, nuzzling his head against my cheek. "Bites like these are…proof of pride. Proof that I please you as a mate. I should've asked, but you caught me by surprise, petal. Does it hurt?"

He was licking me again and no, it didn't hurt. It felt…explicit, like his tongue was actually on my cunt. I squirmed and he chuckled, guessing my answer.

"Not now," I said. "I didn't actually—" I paused, and Khell leaned back to meet my eyes again. Did I want to say biting him had been an accident? I was proud he was my mate. He definitely pleased me. He pleased me to a point of feral desperation and urgency that left me…biting him. It made sense now, in an orcish way. I hadn't bitten him to prove my pride, he'd earned the mark. And so had I. "I didn't even realize. Does yours hurt?"