The ridges on his brow rise. “My mate is eager to be claimed,” he says in Common, and then I hear one of the males translating to Orcan for the lone female orc. I’m sure I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eyes again, but I do feel more comfortable with a woman here.
“What do we do?”
“You look at me, and only me,” he says as he lifts me onto the flat-topped boulder.
“Yikes, that’s cold!” I say when my bare ass comes in contact with the stone.
He lifts me again, then places the fur I shed beneath me. “Better?”
“Yes.”
Next, he drops the fur around his waist, his expression serious, feral almost. My eyes dip to his cock. I swear it’s thicker, longer than usual.
Green eyes pierce me, sending a shiver through me. This male doesn’t intend to merely fuck. He’s going to ravage me without mercy.
And I can’t wait.
He lifts the rope and holds it before my eyes, waiting for myreaction. The orcs don’t see human females as submissive, likely because orc females are as dominant as the males, so I don’t fully understand the reason for the rope. There’s no backing out, though. If I want him, which I do with all of my being, then I must complete this ritual.
“I’ll submit to you. For today,” I say.
“You’ve never submitted to me, female,” he whispers in my ear as he gently pulls my arms behind my back and weaves the rope over and around upper and lower arms, but not my wrists. The position pulls my shoulders together and arches my breasts outward. As if I weren’t already completely naked and on display.
There’s no hiding what’s happening, what’s about to happen. Maybe that’s the point. A show so that none can deny our bond after he claims me before witnesses.
“If not submission, then what do you call this?” I hope talking will keep my mind off our audience.
“This is for your pleasure.” He tugs the rope once before returning to my front.
“How is keeping me from moving pleasurable?”
He flashes a tusk as he pushes my legs apart and stands between my thighs, his hard length fully erect and larger than ever.
“I don’t see how?—”
He drops to his knees and goes down on me, and I don’t mean a simple swipe of his tongue between my folds. He dives in, going wild with his tongue, licking every square inch of me, sucking on my clit and teasing my entrance.
I’m wholly unprepared for the orgasm that strikes. I throw my head back, chest out, and rock-hard nipples to the night sky as a scream of ecstasy rips from me.
When the waves subside, he’s already sucking on a breast and has two fingers inserted inside me. I arch my back, pressing myself to him, eager for more. The ropes keep me from touching him, even reaching for his cock, which makes me incredibly needy.
“Fuck me,” I demand, suddenly understanding the ropes. I’ve all but forgotten the orcs nearby. I only know I need Verig inside me, moving, pressing himself against me, completing me.
His cock teases my entrance. “Are you sure, female? Do you want me?”
“I want you, Verig. In every way possible. And not just today.”
“Female, this is risha. I’m to speak words of bonding to you.”
“Oh, my, did I violate some rule?” This ceremony is important to him. To me, too, but I can’t help teasing him a little.
“No, but by tradition, I am to commit to you.”
“Ah, well, then commit already, Warrior. It’s getting cold out here. And you’ve got my body overly excited. I need to fuck, and if not by you, then perhaps I’ll have to find another.”
Wrong. Thing. To. Say!
He picks me up, bends me over the fur-covered mantel, and slams his cock into me with such force I’m left breathless.
