Page 28 of Owed to the Orc Lord
I lost myself then, in her heat, in her scent, in the magic of our bond that flared with each joining of our bodies. I drove into her with increasing force, the sleeping platform creaking beneath us. Her second climax approached swiftly, her cunt gripping me like a fist, trying to milk my release.
“Come for me,” I commanded, angling my hips to hit the spot deep inside that made her see stars. “Let me feel you shatter.”
Her orgasm crashed through her with such force that she screamed my name, the sound echoing off the stone walls of our chamber. The rippling of her inner walls around my cock was too much to resist. My own climax thundered through me, my seed spilling deep inside her as I roared my completion.
Afterward, she lay against my chest, her breathing slowing, her fingers tracing absent patterns on my skin the way she did whenshe was thinking and didn’t know she was showing it. I lay still and let her, watching the coals in the fire pit, listening to the mountain wind moving through the high passes outside.
“You are remarkable,” I said.
“You keep saying that,” she told me, the same thing she always said.
“It keeps being true,” I said, the same answer he always gave, and felt her smile against my chest before sleep took her again.
I held my mate close. My equal, my scholar, my queen, the woman who had chosen me with full knowledge and then chosen me again every day since. I had planned this with such precision and had gotten it so entirely, wonderfully wrong.
Not fate. Her word. Her frame.
Choice. Her choice. My choice.
The strongest magic there was.
