Page 34 of The Savage Vow
She felt needed.
Desired.
As if nothing else mattered to Bula but her.
It scared her that she wanted all of that, but she wouldn’t be able to have it. How unlucky could she be that the one person who she wanted more than life itself—she couldn’t have.
Tears came to hers eyes. She closed them and willed them not to fall.
“Little one…mine…” Bula said.
She buried her face in the crook of Orlena’s neck. Their bodies moved as one as they writhed against each other. Bula’s lips pressed on her neck. Her tusks scraped it but didn’t draw blood. Orlena tilted her head, offering Bula better access.
Her breaths were coming faster. She could feel the signs of her next orgasm coming for her. Orlena cried out and wrapped her arms around Bula’s neck and held on for the ride.
“Please…” she gasped. She wanted to reach the stars again, but this time she wanted Bula to come with her.
Bula’s thick tongue trailed over her skin. Her large hand gripped Orlena’s hips harder; she held Orlena’s other leg to keep her wide open.
Her body shivered uncontrollably. Her cries filled the air along with Bula’s grunts and moans. Bula’s heavy weight pinned her to the bed just as they reached their pinnacle together. Orlena’s body arched, waves of her orgasm flooding her. The sound of Bula’s growl vibrated through her body when she came. The sound of ripping fabric was in the distance, but Orlena didn’t care.
She floated down from the stars and couldn’t form a single word. She just held on to Bula. They became a tangle of limbs. She was lost in the dreams and desires that included this woman.
But would any of it mean anything past tonight?
Bula had claimed she was hers, but how could that be? Orlena was stuck here for another five solars, and Bula, well, she was from everywhere but nowhere.
Eventually, she would tire of Soza.
And then she would leave.
Nothing else had broken Orlena, but the thought of losing her, that would certainly do it.
Bula rolled them over and tucked Orlena against her side. The orc was too large for her small bed. Her feet hung off the edge of the mattress, but she didn’t complain. Orlena pressed herself to her warm body and prayed that morning would never come.
She drifted off to sleep with the warm arms of her lover around her.
Nargol was in a foul mood.She’d fallen asleep with her mate in her arms and then had to slink away like a thief in the night. She wanted to honor Orlena’s belief that she shouldn’t be seen at her home.
Even though in the storm, Nargol doubted anyone had seen her arrive at Orlena’s house, but she damn sure wanted to be certain no one saw her when she left.
It didn’t sit right with her. She wanted the entire world to know that Orlena belonged to her.
But she had to blend in here. She couldn’t demand that the village bow down to her because she was the chieftain’s daughter.
Feck.
Nargol blew out a deep breath and tightened her hands on Torch’s reins.
“What has you in a sour mood?” Makhel muttered. She trotted alongside Nargol and glanced her way. “Did it have something to do with you coming back to the inn at an ungodly hour?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nargol said.
Makhel shrugged and fell silent. For now, they both needed to concentrate. It would be hard for Nargol. All she could think about was the sound of Orlena’s cries as she’d writhed underneath her, or the way her warm brown skin had felt under her touch, or how delicious she’d tasted. If Nargol focused hard enough, she could still taste the sweetness that had poured out of her mate’s beautiful cunt.
She eyed the area around them. Nargol shifted into the character she was to play. Now she had to force all thoughts of Orlena from her mind.
The eastern quarter of Soza had always been wrong.
