“Hadley. And you’re Kirin. Wonderful introduction.”
He barked a laugh, reaching out to grab my arm. I stiffened instinctually, even though I’d come on to him knowing that we would, in fact, have to be close together for sexual activity to work. Touching. Kirin loosened his grip, but I took a deep breath and didn’t move away. “Since we’re basically the best of friends, you really ought to get some sleep in my bedroom with me.”
Leading me up the stairs, he buzzed with excitement. I was bringing to life a dream he’d had for most of his time in here. Sex with a woman. And I was giving myself what I needed. A chance to relax and relieve stress and put my head back on straight so I had the capacity to solve this damn puzzle.
He pulled me into his room, one I’d never been in before. Like every other room in the mansion, it was big. A king-sized bed sat in the middle, and the decor was a deep shade of blue like the sky at midnight. I paid little attention beyond that, honestly. All I focused on was him, leading me to the bed and gesturing for me to climb up.
I shook my head. “No, you sit.”
Kirin did as he was told without question or hesitance, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed over each other when he leaned back.
“T-take off your pants.”
My skin buzzed with excitement and nervousness. I didn’t know if I could do this or if my confidence would vaporize the moment I saw his enormous cock again. I trusted him to not do anything unsavoury, but I wasn’t one hundred per cent sure my trust was correctly placed. So many things might go wrong.
But he did as I’d asked, undoing the belt at his waist and shoving them down his thighs, letting them pool around his feet. The orc was left only in tight black boxer briefs, the fabric hugging his thighs. When he reached for the waistband, I shook my head. “I’ll do it,” I whispered.
“Whatever you want, princess.”
Whatever I want. He was so compliant. I’d known he would be, which is why he was my best choice. Bennett came in second place, but he had a more dominant nature and didn’t seem keen to turn it off. I’d work my way up to him.
And here I was, thinking as if I was going to be doing this again with the others. This should be a one time ordeal, because it was severely distracting me from my focus on getting the hell out of here.
Stepping carefully so my body was between Kirin’s legs, I shivered when my hips brushed his upper thighs. He kept his hands to himself, braced on the mattress behind him, and didn’t so much as twitch a muscle when I reached out to place a hand on his broad shoulders.
Well, one muscle twitched. But I doubted he had much control over the throbbing of his cock.
His skin was softer than any I’d ever touched before, which surprised me. Orcs had to live in such harsh conditions; I’d thought they would be thick-skinned and rough. Instead, his green skin was like felt against my fingertips. Maybe that was why he appeared to have no hair anywhere on his body other than his head. He was covered in peach fuzz, not the coarse hair humans had.
Slowly I pressed my hand down until my entire palm touched him, not just the tips of my fingers. His pecs flexed and released and he let out a low rumble. The sound was a cross between a purr and a growl, but it told me all I needed to know.
More. He wanted more, and with every second he held still for me, I wanted more too.
I pressed my other hand against his chest, finding the same soft skin. He groaned when I ran a finger around his nipple, hissing in pleasure when I tugged at his nipple ring. He hadn’t moved, but he was vocal. My nerves had faded and left plenty of room for arousal, dampness gathering between my legs.
When I leaned forward further, pressing my lips to his skin, we stared at each other. Leaving soft kisses along his chest, I found his nipple with my mouth and pressed my tongue flat against it.
He whimpered.
A desperate, needy whimper.
I smiled against his skin and sucked the ring into my mouth, the sharp metallic flavour mixing with the salt of his skin. Wringing another whimper from him made me more confident, and I ran one hand down his chest and over his defined abs. The skin in his V was softer. Maybe he had a happy trail of hair, after all, but it was velvety hair. I had to admit I was a fan.
Reaching the waistband of his underwear I slid a finger underneath, not far enough to touch anything, but enough to tease. He jolted, immediately following the movement with an apology. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I promise.”
He was a different man than the one who’d been fucking Waylon, though even then I’d known that wasn’t his preferred brand of sex. All his flirtatiousness had gone out the window, and I was coming to realize… I controlled him completely. Kirin didn’t want to move a muscle without my express permission.
It may be because he picked up on my nervousness, but I had a feeling he liked to be controlled. A lot. The knowledge infused me with confidence.
Slipping my fingers out from the waistband, I danced them teasingly across the bulge in his pants. He shivered and groaned, head lolling back as I continued to work his nipple with my mouth. I teased him a few more times until I saw his muscles tense with the effort of not moving. Then, I removed my mouth from his skin and sat on his thigh.
His arm came up around my back, making sure I didn’t topple off my seat, and I smiled at him. Earlier, I might have freaked out at being surrounded by the orc and his sheer mass. Now, it made me feel powerful. I didn’t often have power, and it was absolutely going to my head.
I pressed my palm down against his bulge, ripping a groan from him. His eyelids fluttered, like they wanted to shut but he didn’t want to miss what was happening. Wrapping my fingers around his length through the thin fabric, I squeezed. “Harder,” he blurted out, then his cheeks darkened with embarrassment.
“Are you going to ask nicely?” I asked.
I thought I was teasing, but a part of me wanted his response. Would he give it? I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
