Her Orc Protector: A Monster Fantasy Romance (Black Bear Clan Book 4)
Her Orc Protector: Chapter 15

The back of my neck prickles with awareness. It’s not that I hear Korr stepping into the great hall—there are so many people here, I couldn’t distinguish his soft footsteps from the noise. He doesn’t call my name or draw attention to himself, but I turn toward one of the entrances, knowing he is there.

He’s still wrapped in his long overcoat, his fur hat on, his shoulders dusted with snow. But his gaze is on me, as if he singled me out from the crowd the moment he crossed the threshold.

Slowly, he pulls his hat off and clutches it to his chest. I stare back at him, not knowing what to do. My feet itch to run toward him, propriety be damned, and throw my arms around him.

He takes the decision before I do.

With long strides, he makes his way toward me, narrowly avoiding collisions with several of his clansmen. But he keeps staring at me, unwavering.

Nothing in my life prepared me for this.

The surge of emotion in my chest is nearly overwhelming. I rise to my feet and stumble over the bench in my hurry to get to him. Now that I’ve started moving, I can’t stop, and I rush forward, into his arms.

Korr’s coat is still cold from outside, but underneath, his body is warm and strong. He wraps me in his embrace and squeezes me tight, and I clutch his shoulders as he lifts me off my feet.

The entire clan is present around us, from the oldest orcs to the babies, including the king and queen, and I couldn’t look away from Korr if I tried.

“I missed you,” I whisper, the confession ripped from my tight throat.

Korr lets out a groan and kisses me, right there in front of everyone. “I missed you, too, Ivy.”

Then he shifts his hold on me, supporting my ass, and I help him by wrapping my legs around his waist. Without glancing back, he carries me out of the great hall and into the dimly lit corridors. This time, I don’t take note of the twists and turns but do my best to unravel Korr’s soft wool scarf and kiss the skin on his neck, teasing him.

He reaches beneath my skirts, his cool palm replaceing the flesh under my thigh, and I squeak at the cold sensation.

“I need to be inside you,” Korr growls. “I’ve been hard all day thinking of you.”

We arrive at the door to his room, and he lets me down enough for me to replace the key. Then he’s pushing me over the threshold, hot on my heels. We barely pause to light the lantern, and then he’s on me, kissing me deeply as if he needs my lips more than his next breath.

I shove his coat off his shoulders, then attack his jacket buttons while he reaches around me to undo the laces on the back of my dress. Together, we strip, and the moment I’m naked, Korr grabs me by the waist and tosses me on the bed.

He doesn’t pause for a second, and he’s on me, teasing my nipples, leaving small bites all over my skin. His fingers target my pearl with swift precision, and he groans when he replaces me wet.

“You did miss me,” he says as if this is a revelation. “Fuck, Ivy, I need to—unh!”

I reach down to grasp his hard cock, and his words trail off on a groan. I don’t need pretty words tonight, but his body. I want him to show me what he feels with his actions, and I intend to do the same.

So I palm his flushed cheek with my other hand and draw him in for a kiss that’s sweeter than before, trying to express what this means to me.

Then I let him go and push lightly on his chest until he kneels on the bed before me, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“Gods, I’m sorry,” he says, running his fingers though his messy black hair. “I attacked you like a beast—”

I shake my head, stopping him. Then I roll to my hands and knees and present my back to him. “I want you that way,” I whisper. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

With those words, I spread my knees wider to give him access. I know I’m exposed to him completely, and Korr lets out a choked gasp. I hesitate for the slightest moment, afraid I’ve gone too far.

But when I glance over my shoulder toward him, he’s staring at me, his expression dazed. Slowly, reverently, he brushes his hand over my ass, then meets my gaze.

“You want me like this?” His voice is a low rumble that curls around me like a seductive embrace. “You’re saying I can do what I want with you?”

I dip my chin. “Don’t hold back.”

Korr’s expression hardens with lust, and he digs his fingers into the flesh of my hip, the grip almost painful. With his other hand, he grasps his thick cock and gives it a firm stroke. The broad tip is already leaking precum, testifying to his arousal.

I expect him to nudge inside me immediately, but he slips his hand to my pussy and cups it possessively.

“If I can do anything, I want to see you scream first.”

He slides two fingers into me without warning, and my back bows from the pleasure. He stretches me slowly, then gives me another finger, which has me half levitating off the bed. He pumps in and out, then reaches lower to swipe his fingertips over my pearl, rough and strong until I’m panting and squirming under him. I need both, the fullness of having my pussy stuffed with his fingers and the pressure on my pearl, and Korr seems to know it, because he reaches around me to tease me with one hand while he fills me again.

I brace my hands on the mattress and rock back onto his hand, rolling my hips as if I’m impaled on his cock already.

Between one push of Korr’s fingers and the next, I unravel, my climax hitting me hard. My pussy squeezes around Korr’s fingers, but he keeps them right where I need them, coaxing more pleasure from me.

My hands give way, so I end up on my elbows, breathing fast and shallow.

“Korr,” I whimper, face smushed into the pillows.

He soothes me with his warm palm while the other is still tracing slow patterns around my wet clit. The aftershocks of my desire have goosebumps forming all over my skin, and I shiver.

“I need you.” I stare at Korr from under the mass of my hair, trying not to beg.

He doesn’t make me wait. I know in that moment he will always take care of me, because he covers my body with his, not entering me yet but sheltering me, even though we’re safe in his room. I need this, the comfort of having his hot skin pressed to mine, of his large thighs bracketing mine.

Then he kisses my shoulder and lines himself up to my pussy. Slowly, he pushes inside, the thickness of his cock stretching me. If he hadn’t taken the time to prepare me, this would have hurt, but I’m so wet, even my soft thighs are slick. Korr fills me so perfectly, rocking in shallow thrusts until he’s seated all the way to his knot.

A shudder runs through him. “Ivy.” He rears up and takes my waist in both hands. “I need to fuck you.”

“If you don’t start moving right now,” I growl, my patience wearing thin, “I will—ah!”

My words trail off as Korr pulls almost all the way out from my pussy, then slams back in. My body shudders on impact, my nipples dragging over the blankets.

“Yes!”

Pleasure explodes through me, my insides so sensitive after my earlier release. But I need more. I push my hands forward to put them on the headboard and gain some leverage, but Korr clicks his tongue in admonishment.

“I will do the work,” he growls, then wraps one strong arm around my waist and picks me up until I’m almost sitting in his lap, my thighs stretched around his. “I will make you come.”

On the next thrust, I sink deep onto Korr’s cock, and we both shout at the sensation. He’s so much stronger than me, I can’t do anything but hold on to his arm—he has the reins grasped firmly in his hand this time, delivering stroke after powerful stroke, all designed to drive me to madness.

“Is this good, Ivy?” he rasps in my ear. “I’ve never—”

“So good,” I moan. My words slur together from the sheer pleasure surging through my veins. “Korr, I feel you so deep. Your cock is perfect for me.”

“Fuck!” He rocks his hips up, impaling me. “Talk to me. Tell me more.”

I grin, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. “You like it when I talk?”

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard enough to hurt, then presses soft kisses over the spot, all a strange contrast to the relentless hardness slamming into me. “I love it,” he confesses.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, I focus my thoughts despite the haze of lust descending on me. I’m a creature of sensation, so lost in what we’re doing, that I can barely focus enough to do this. But for him, I’d do anything.

“Every time—ah!—every time you fuck me,” I pant, “I think I’m used to how big you are.”

I take his hand, the one that’s not supporting me, and guide it down my belly toward my pussy. Korr takes the hint and teases my pearl with rough, powerful flicks, and I clench around his length.

“But it’s not just that.” I cry out as he hits a spot inside my pussy that has stars exploding across my vision. “You take care of me. I missed you today, but I knew you’d return.”

The words tumble from my lips, and I feel the truth of them. I want this, I want Korr to become my safe haven, and I want to build a home with him.

“Always,” he pants against my neck. “I’ll always come back to you.”

He rolls his fingertips over my pearl once more, and I come, my voice giving out. My body shudders with wave after wave of beautiful release. Korr bounces me on his cock again, and when I soften around him, he guides my hips all the way down, until his knot slips in and my ass touches his groin.

His climax is beautiful, a powerful surge. Korr clings to me, his arms wrapped around my body, his mouth on my neck, and fucks me deep, filling me with his cum.

Our heartbeats are in sync, our panting breaths equally harsh as I whisper, “And I’ll be here, waiting for you.”