Page 13 of Alpha-hole Orc

My back arches as I cry out, pleasure swamping my senses. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I shatter into a million pieces with a shout of his name.

He works me through my climax until I go limp, tremors still shaking my body. Only then does Viktoor withdraw his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. The sight of him tasting me, eyes closing in bliss, sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, stretching out beside me and pulling me into his arms.

I nestle against the solid warmth of his chest, basking in the afterglow. “Tease.” There’s no heat behind the word, only breathless affection.

A soft chuckle and a kiss on my forehead is his only response.

I smile, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

His arms tighten around me, emerald skin warm against my own.

With a contented sigh, I lay my head on his chest again, listening to the strong beat of his heart. Safe and sated in his embrace, I drift off to sleep.

* * *

I wake to the feel of Viktoor’s hand gliding up my thigh, his touch igniting my senses. Our naked bodies are still entwined, heat and desire simmering between us once more.

His lips find my neck, sharp teeth nipping at my skin.

A throaty moan escapes me as my back arches, pressing my breasts into his chest.

Viktoor growls, the sound vibrating against my neck. His hand squeezes my thigh before sliding higher, fingers teasing my entrance.

I gasp as one thick finger enters me slowly, my inner walls clenching around him. “

He rewards me with a second finger, pumping them in a rhythm that makes me pant. Growling, “mine.”

“Yours,” I breathe, rocking my hips to take him deeper. The possessive glint in his golden eyes and the primal tone of his voice ignite a fire in my blood. I am his, and he is mine, our souls and bodies bound as one.

His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot with unerring accuracy. Sparks dance across my vision as a strangled cry leaves my lips.

“That’s it,” he rasps, increasing the speed and pressure. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you fucking love being mine.”

The knot in my belly snaps, ecstasy flooding my senses. I scream Viktoor’s name, clinging to him as wave after wave crashes over me.

Through the haze of pleasure, I’m dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and rolling atop me. Then he’s sliding home, hard flesh stretching and filling me so exquisitely I sob with the perfection of it.

“My mate,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. “You’re my fucking heart.”

Viktoor begins to move, deep and hard, and I wrap myself around him. Together we chase our pleasure, and in the sounds of our passion, I hear the depth of our love and the eternity of our bond.

* * *

We lie together in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding in time as we bask in the afterglow. My fingers stroke lazily over the ridges of muscle along his back, tracing its strong lines. His hands map the curves of my body in return, as if relearning what is already etched into his soul.

Our gazes meet, emerald and brown, and in Viktoor’s eyes I see my own joy and wonder reflected.

He brushes a kiss over my lips.

I smile up at him, tears pricking my eyes even as joy swells within me.

Another kiss, this one searing and claiming, reforging the bonds between us. When at last we part, I lay my head over his heart and close my eyes, listening to the steady beat that echoes my own.

Our hearts, our souls, our lives. Bound forever as one.