The Sins of the Orc: An MM Monster Romance (Orc Forged) by Finley Fenn

Author:Finley Fenn [Fenn, Finley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-02T16:00:00+00:00

13

Drink me.

A furious shiver shot up Kesst’s spine, choking a gasp from his throat. Eft wanted that. Wanted him.

But once again, Eft’s breath shuddered and exhaled, his dazed eyes refocusing on Kesst’s face. “But only,” he whispered, “if you really want it. If you —”

But Kesst was sliding his whole hand up to cover Eft’s mouth, now, his own mouth pulling into a tenuous little smile. “Of course I want it,” he whispered back. “Want anything you’ll give me, love. Just as long as you keep on healing like that.”

Eft’s eyes shifted, settled, his breath again exhaling, his magic shuddering out even stronger than before. And with it, Kesst could also feel an unmistakable swelling beneath Eft’s trousers, jutting up between his own parted legs. Hard for him. Wanting him. Wanting Kesst to taste him.

Kesst drew in a shaky breath — gods, was he nervous? — and slowly, carefully, dropped his trembling hands down to Eft’s waist. Just brushing over his bloody tunic, while watching for any hint of new pain in Eft’s eyes — but they only kept blinking back toward him, focused, intent, almost reverent.

So Kesst shifted himself further downwards, let his fingers spread wider, lower, toward Eft’s trousers. Skittering a little as they nudged against that hardness, felt it nudge back up against him. Felt how it was — it was —

Wait. What? The hell?

Kesst twitched and stilled all over, his eyes dropping to the bulge beneath his hand, while another furious flaring shiver chased up his spine. Because gods, this… this couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be real. Eft could not be the most well-hung orc he’d ever met in his life, this was not happening…

He shot an accusing look up at Eft’s face, at where Eft was now looking almost amused, damn the devious bastard. And suddenly Kesst needed to see this, to disprove this, there was no way, none, and his hands were desperately pulling at the trousers’ waist, yanking them downwards, and…

Well, fuck. Fuck. Because there, lying with breathtaking casualness against Eft’s belly, was quite possibly the most perfect, most magnificent prick Kesst had ever seen in his life. It was shockingly long, surpassing even Simon’s — but unlike Simon’s, it was slimmer and smoother, jutting out straight and strong from the soft nest of black curls at its base, until it tapered into an elegant, already-slick grey tip. Gods, it would feel so good, it would be such a joy to ride, it would ease so smoothly into you, and then sweetly, stubbornly annihilate you.

And most devastating of all, there wasn’t a single damned scent upon it. It had never, ever been touched before, by another orc or a human. And Kesst was about to taste it? To cover this impossible marvel with his scent, and his alone?!

Kesst truly could not move, and he only distantly noticed that his mouth had fallen open, and a desperate, guttural moan had escaped from his throat. At least, until Eft — the wounded devious cheat — huffed a sound that might have been a laugh.

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