Page 78 of Games with the Orc

I wasn't sure if I wanted to lick the wound, if I were honest, but if it would help the way his tongue did for me, I'd do it.

"No, petal," Khell said, licking his own lips before dipping down for a soft brush of a kiss over mine. "I like the sting of your little teeth. I'm going to wear your mark on me for all to see."

My eyes widened at the animal joy that burst in my chest. "Is it permanent?"

Khell purred, wrapping his arm around my waist. "It is, but if you want to give me more marks, I'll accept them."

"More?" I squeaked as he rolled us in the nest. I'd noticed before that he liked me on top when we were resting and chatting, but as soon as we got rowdy and started fucking in earnest, he usually had me on my back.

"There was an orc in the town where I grew up. He had five visible bites from his mate, and more we couldn't see. He had the reputation of the best lover an orcess could ask for."

I laughed at that and reached out to touch the mark I'd left. His blood was already congealing, healing quickly. "So you want me to bite you up so everyone knows I'm getting the good dick, huh?"

Khell's brows waggled. "Aren't you?"

I grinned at him. "You're going to have to earn your bites, beast."

He purred, and I had no doubt he would succeed. His hand reached up, guiding me back down for him to tend the bite he'd left. Which reminded me that the bite thing went both ways, and now any orcs I met would know I was more than satisfying my mate too.

"I'll be gentler next time," Khell whispered, kissing and then tonguing the wound. "And perhaps I will keep some of your bites secret."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "We'll see."

Khell growled playfully and rolled us again, hitching my legs up to fasten around his hips. He peppered kisses over my cheeks and jaw, down my throat as I arched for more, across my shoulders.

"What happened to turning my ass red?" I breathed.

"Mmm, we will get there. But I've forgiven you for making me wait. A bite is a very good mark so soon in a bonding."

Maybe it was an accident, maybe it wasn't. I'd certainly never bitten anyone else I'd slept with. Maybe I needed to keep following instinct.

"I really love it down here," I told Khell, my breath hitching as he started to suck on one breast, using his claws to play with the other. He purred in answer and continued his work. "But we're going to need a bigger house, don't you think?"

"I will live on a boat, if it's what you want, petal," Khell muttered.

Orcs were decidedly grounded, so I knew that was a joke.

"And a new house will give me new projects," I continued, riding Khell from below as he continued to tease my body.

"I would like wider halls," he allowed.

"I'd like somewhere in the country."

Khell paused at that, stretching above me again so I had to tilt my head back. "Would you?"

I nodded. "Not too far from the city. But maybe with a little bit of woods?"

Khell grinned and rolled his hips, drawing a gasp from my lips, his stav starting to slowly pump again. "I will chase you through the trees."

"Yes," I breathed, tightening my legs around his hips.

His hands found my wrists, drawing them above my head, pinning me in place. "I'll build us a little room there. Hunt you and then lock you inside with me. Chain you to the wall and fuck you until you can't stand."

My eyes widened and my heels dug into Khell's ass, trying to urge him on. "Yes, beast."

"My wicked petal needs room to play her games," Khell growled, bracing his feet in the nest, turning into a long wave on top of me, stroking out and driving in.

"Our games, mate," I corrected.