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She had unzipped her coat in the warmer humid temperatures low to the ground, and she was thoughtfully running her fingers along the nearest stone. My heart stuttered in my chest at the sight; was she wishing to go back home again? But no, she seemed thoughtful but relaxed this time, and when she looked up and met my gaze; she smiled.

“I think,” she said carefully, “That humans aren’t all that immune to orc charm either. I don’t think I’ve ever connected with another person like I do with you, Blade. Why is it that you make me smile even at my darkest moments? You make me feel light.”

Her words made my chest swell with pride and happiness. This precious female said the nicest things. I’d never been told I could do those things for someone, even though it was something I always tried to do. I liked making people smile, and I hated seeing people sad.

I abandoned prepping my bike to step close so I could draw her into my arms. “That’s because you’re my mate, Hannah. I knew it the moment you tumbled from the sky and straight into my arms. My mate, and I’m yours. And I know it was fate that brought me out for a fly over the woods at just the right time. You wished on the stones, and they brought you to me.”

She let me fold her into my arms and tuck her close against my chest, her fingers feathered over the tattoos that decorated my arms. “I wished to find what I was looking for,” she said, a laugh coloring her voice. “Those weren’t the words I intended to say, but they were the words that came out. I didn’t know I was looking for a mate, but I guess the stones knew.”

“Damn right, that’s how they always work. They bring the human what they need.” I refrained from adding that they’d brought me exactly what I’d needed too, but she knew. Bending down, I kissed her sweet mouth. It was meant to be a simple, quick kiss, but it turned into more in a heartbeat. She was just too tempting.

I picked her up in my arms and spun so I could put her sexy ass on the saddle of my bike. She moaned delightfully when I spread her legs and pressed my rampant cock against her center. She was wearing far too much, and I wanted to devour her. I wanted her taste on my lips, and her scent coating my erection. I wanted there to be not a single doubt that she was mine.

“Fuck, Hannah,” I growled when she raked her blunt little nails over my spine. I was rough when I yanked her coat from her, and I didn’t even bother with the fastenings on her pants, tangling the whole thing around her dainty ankles. “Come here, I need you, my love.” She squealed when I flung her legs over my shoulders and she was forced to balance on my bike, but there it was, my prize, right in front of my face.

One lick and her startled squeak turned into a heartfelt moan, and then I lapped up the rush of juices from her tiny opening. She was sweet as honey and soft as silk. Slick with desire when I filled her with a finger and started licking her in time with steady pumps of my wrist. “Come for me, mate,” I demanded, and she shattered with a satisfying shout. That was my name she was screaming, no one else’s. Hannah was mine.

Chapter 14

Hannah

My breathing was coming rapidly, and it made my chest ache dully, but I ignored all that. It was easy to when you had an orc between your thighs who was hellbent on wringing every single drop of pleasure from your flesh. His tongue was just the right amount of rough and bumpy, and his finger curled each time he pushed it inside and made me see stars. Blade had figured out all the right spots in just a day; sex with him was incomparable.

“Ah,” I groaned when he kept up the pace and licked me through one orgasm and straight into the next. I jerked on his shoulders, my blunt nails scratching him, but he did not seem to mind. As he added a second finger and stretched me, I knew this time was going to be rough, but he was taking his sweet time preparing me.

His grin was downright devilish when he rose and pulled his fingers from my core. He raised the glistening digits to his mouth and took his sweet time licking those clean, and only once he’d gotten the last drop did he lower his hands to his hips. “Ah, how I love the way you look right now, my sweet mate.” He flicked open the button on his pants and freed his thick, dark green cock with a growl. “But you’ll look even prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

He was always pushing my buttons, but I was starting to realize how much I needed that, how much I liked it when he did. It made me feel alive. It made me feel like I was powerful when he challenged me. So I lifted a foot, still tangled with my pants, and opened myself up to him in invitation. I didn’t say anything, just quirked a brow, but that was all he needed.

With a rough growl, his expression deadly serious, he cupped my hips and lined us up. He sank deep with a fierce thrust, his ridges and bumps stroking along my walls. As he bottomed out, pleasure skated up my spine and spiraled through my belly. And then that tickler of his flicked through my folds and found my clit. I shouted as my pleasure skyrocketed.

The pace he set was rough and fast, his body slamming into mine as he staked his claim. That’s what this was, a claiming. I could feel each bump and reach, and each fierce stroke brushed his extra appendage through my folds in the most tantalizing way. I could feel the slap of his balls, heard the lewd sounds we made as our bodies clashed.

All that while balanced on the saddle of his bike, my left foot tangled with my pants, the other pinned to his chest by one big hand. The fire flecks of gold that danced in his dark eyes made me feel like was looking at stars, at a constellation that was mine alone. My body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and then an orgasm burst. Ribbons of pleasure dancing through my flesh, fireworks in my head.

It was all perfect, and it seemed to last forever as I remained hooked in his gaze. He shouted with his own release, my name, followed by all the sweet pet names he’d called me by and then some. His seed was warm and thick, and I could feel it as his cock kicked with each spurt. He was breathing fast, eyes still gleaming as we both hung in that moment as long as we could.

“I love you, Hannah,” he murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled over us in the aftermath. “I do,” he said more firmly when I didn’t immediately respond, too surprised by that declaration to be able to form a coherent sentence. Especially not after that mind-blowing sex. His hands were gentle as he helped me get my legs into a more comfortable position, gentle when he withdrew his cock.

I was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened when he pulled a rag out of his saddlebags and started to gently clean me. “Oh, Blade…” I sighed, grabbing hold of his hand to still his motion. I pulled on his fingers so I could press his palm against my chest. “I didn’t know it could happen like this. But I think it’s about time I embrace life, don’t you?” He nodded roughly, his eyes dark rather than flecked with gold, as he waited for me to say my piece.

“I love you too,” I said, mouth going dry as I said those daring words. I hadn’t often said that to previous partners; I’d always thought I was too reserved to fall head over heels. Blade had proven me wrong, he’d made me want so much in such a short time. I was ready to have all that and to give him all he needed in return.

“Ah, that makes me so happy, lass,” he drawled, his ever-present smirk spreading; dimples popping. “You have made me the happiest orc in all of Mirock.” He drew me into his arms, holding me in a tight embrace as he rocked us together. Then we kissed, and passion spiraled and heated.

It wasn’t until several hours later that we finally managed to leave that clearing, but I didn’t regret a single minute. Even the mild hints of soreness between my thighs after that much sex didn’t detract from the afterglow. I had my orc, and he was certain I’d have him for the rest of his life and mine. If I ever had the chance to thank the hostess at that bed-and-breakfast, I’d make sure she knew how grateful I was for urging me to make a wish.

Chapter 15

Hannah

I clung to Blade’s thick biceps, which he’d curled around my waist. This was silly; I shouldn’t feel so nervous just because I was about to arrive at his hometown and meet his family. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done that whole ‘meet the family’ dance before; I had some experience. But maybe all my expectations went out the window because this was an orc town and family.

“Always so serious, my sweet mate,” Blade drawled against my ear, his breath tickling along the back of my neck. I shivered, goosebumps breaking out along my skin, and he knew because he let out this smug little laugh that was too sexy for his own good. He knew how much I liked that as well, my orc was sharp as a tack, he never missed a thing.

His hand slid down along my belly, and his bulk against my back pressed even closer. “There’s no need to be nervous. Everyone is going to love you,” he said, his fingers skating even lower so he could slide his palm beneath my coat. “Want me to distract you?” Now his fingers were toying with the waistband of my pants and I squirmed against the humming hovercycle’s seat.

We’d been flying for two days at a leisurely pace to get back to Blade’s clan home, the Ironheart village deep in the woods. After our mating had been made official by those bossy, intimidating Minotaurs, the overlords as Blade called them, we’d celebrated as often as we could. I was still a little sticky and wet from our break an hour ago. Being mated to an orc, loved by one, was one hell of a wild ride.