Page 32 of The Savage Vow
“You don’t understand it yet,” she murmured.
The feel of her hand enclosing around Orlena’s sent a heavy wave of desire through her. She wanted to feel those callused palms sliding over her soft skin. Her gaze lifted from their hands and settled on Bula’s lips. She wanted to feel her mouth on hers,feel those lips around her nipples, trail over her body and down to her secret place between her legs.
“Understand what?” Orlena wasn’t sure why her voice was suddenly husky.
“What this is between us. You feel it, don’t you?” Bula asked. Her thumb drew small circles on Orlena’s skin.
She did.
At least now she knew she wasn’t going crazy. Was this what the orcs experienced when they found their mate?
Was she Bula’s mate?
Was that possible? She had heard about the chieftain’s daughter taking a half-breed, but at least that female was part orc. Could she, a full human, be the mate of an orc?
Bula took her bowl from her and set it down on the floor. She cupped Orlena’s face in her strong hands and stared down into her eyes. Orlena couldn’t move. She was captivated by this orc in front of her. She knew it was wrong to be here with her, but she didn’t care.
If Bula didn’t care, why should she?
Bula lowered her head and slanted it to the side. Her lips brushed Orlena’s softly. Her tusks scraped Orlena’s skin, sending a chill down her spine. Bula’s mouth pressed harder against Orlena. The kiss was slow at first as Bula explored her. Orlena parted her lips and invited Bula’s tongue inside.
Her hands went up to rest on Bula’s shoulders. She pressed closer to her, and the kiss deepened. Everything about this moment felt right. She didn’t care what society said. She knew without a doubt that this thing between them was goddess-sent. Bula reached for her and brought her onto her lap without breaking the kiss.
Orlena wrapped her arms around Bula’s neck. She gasped when Bula stood from where they had perched on the floor. Her legs automatically wrapped around Bula’s waist. Bula’s handcame to rest on her bottom and held her close. Orlena’s core pulsed at the warmth that radiated from Bula.
“You room?” Bula rasped.
Orlena, unable to speak, jerked her head in a nod. Bula strode through the small home and entered her bedroom. The bed was large enough for her alone, but she didn’t know how Bula would fit.
Bula carefully laid Orlena down on the bed as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
“You are constantly on my mind, little one,” Bula murmured. She stood at the edge of the bed. Her hands slid over Orlena’s calves and traveled upward to her thighs.
A shiver rippled through Orlena at the feeling of those callused hands discovering her body.
“I’ve been thinking of you nonstop,” Orlena breathed.
Bula arched an eyebrow at her. She smirked and gripped Orlena’s sleeping gown.
“Is that so?” Bula murmured. She lifted the gown and brought it over Orlena’s head. Her smile faded the moment her eyes dropped to Orlena’s naked form. Heat flared in her eyes. “Doakir.”
Beauty.
Orlena quivered and took in the orc. Bula knelt on the floor and tugged Orlena to the edge of the bed. Her thighs parted automatically. She braced herself on her elbows; she wanted to see Bula’s face.
The orc lowered her face and inhaled.
“Feck,” Bula muttered. Her eyes flicked to Orlena. “You smell divine. I need to taste you.”
Orlena gasped at the roughness of Bula’s hands as she pushed her legs completely open. She was fully exposed to this orc. Bula sent her tongue on an exploration. Orlena’seyes fluttered closed the second she reached her clit. Her core clenched from the sensation of this orc devouring her.
Bula licked and suckled her as if she were a dying woman trying to take her last drink.
Cries fell from her lips. She reached out and entangled her fingers in Bula’s thick, dark hair.
“Kraz,” the single word fell from Orlena’s lips.
Bula took her time getting to know Orlena’s cunt. She pushed her thick tongue along Orlena’s opening. It slid its way inside, eliciting a gasp from Orlena. She hadn’t realized how long Bula’s tongue was. Bula’s hands cupped her bottom as if she were eating a ripe fruit. Her groans and moans of satisfaction while she devoured Orlena fueled the fires inside her.
