Mako

The flap to my cave opens and Raine's voice squeaks out, "sorry!"

I turn to her and smile, "sorry for what?"

"You're naked," she tells me, as if I wasn't the one that undressed myself.

I laugh slightly at her words, "yes, I know I am. I stank from the bear pits."

"And how are they?" She asks, her eyes glued to my face.

I take a step towards her, "they are fine. The little one grows rapidly, just like ours." I take another step and her eyes flick down my body before going back to my face. "My mate seems shy today," I tease.

She bites her lip , "I just.. didn't want to make you uncomfortable. It's vulnerable, being naked. And while I realize that I've ogled you before, I also realize that I didn't ask if I could."

I nod, "you can always look at me in my vulnerable state. I like it when you do."

"You do?" She asks.

"I do," I tell her. "I'm used to battles and armor and hiding who I truly am, but with you, I like you seeing me. All of me."

She swallows and her eyes move from my face down my body, "you don't have any hair," she mutters.

"No orc does," I tell her. I was unsure why she seemed to care so much about that fact.

"I can cut mine," she offers again, her eyes returning to my face. "If you want me to be more like an orc."

I growl slightly, "I do not! I like your curls, how they hide you from everyone but me, as it should be."

She smiles slightly, "ok ok I won't cut it." She bites the inside of her cheek before asking, "can I.. touch you?"

"Always," I answer immediately, my heart jumping in anticipation of her touch.

Raine takes the few steps over to me and reaches out hesitantly, "don't move."

"Never," I whisper as her small soft hand lightly grazes my stomach and trails over the defined muscles. I hold my breath, not daring to breathe in case the slight movement made her stop.

A minute passes and her touch gets firmer, moving to my sides and around to my back. I slowly let out my breath and take another lungful of air as she struggles to reach the top of my shoulders.

"Bend down," she orders softly.

I drop to my knees and she gasps slightly at my immediate response to her order. She shouldn't be surprised though. I'd do whatever she told me to do, no matter what it was. Images of her naked and ordering me around momentarily distract me from the hands on my shoulders that are slowly making their way back over to my chest.

"Can I touch you here?" She asks almost shyly as she stops just before touching my tits. I nod and her hands graze over the top of them before she cups them firmly. Her hands are warm again my skin and I can feel my nipples harden. I know that she notices it too when her eyes flick to mine.

The moment her eyes meet mine I can't help the words that tumble from me, "can I lick you again?"

She doesn't hesitate and nods, "good thing I had a bath."

I move my hand slowly and her eyes go from mine to watch it as I move it under her long shirt, trailing my fingernails gently over her thighs until I'm cupping her wet curls. Only this time they are wet from her bath and she smells of soap and not of her usual sweet scent.

Using one finger, I part her folds and tease her opening, watching as her eyes flutter closed and a smile tugs at her lips. She gasps and her hands go to my shoulders when I slide a finger into her and begin stroking her slowly.

"More," she pleads, her eyes begging mine.

"It will not hurt you?" I ask.

She shakes her head and I tease another finger at her opening, sliding it into her slowly until it joins the other one. Her small nails bite my skin and sends a tingling through me that gathers at my own core. She lets out a low breathy moan, her hips moving, pressing her wetness against my hand in a demanding way.

"Mako," she moans. "Please."

The sound of my name sends my chest rumbling and I all but growl, "I'm going to move."

She nods and I move, picking her up quickly. My finger stay firmly inside her as my other arm wraps around her, her arms and legs holding me tightly. Taking her to our bed, I set her down gently on the soft furs and while her arms release me, her legs don't.

Using my free arm, I brace myself over her, careful not to put any of my weight on her. Her hands gingerly go to my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks, "kiss me."

My lips find hers, her hands going to the back of my head and pulling me harder against her, her lips chasing mine hungrily. She moves her hips and I'm suddenly reminded that my fingers are still inside her and I move them, stroking her slowly.

She gasps against my lips when I graze the rigid part inside her, "does my mate like that?" I ask her as I do it again.

"Yes," she gasps, her lips grazing mine.

I graze the spot again and she lets out a muffled moan, "then let me hear it." Visions of her moans echoing through the hive, letting everyone know she is mine, fill my mind.

"Mako," she moans, slightly louder this time. But it's still not loud enough to satisfy me.

"Louder little mate," I demand, my fingers working her slightly harder. "Let them hear you. Let them hear that you're mine."

"I.. want, need..," she pants out.

"What do you need little mate?"

"You," she says breathlessly. "The weight.. of you.. on me."

She wants me to lay on her? "I am heavy," I remind her. "And you are small."

Her hands move to my back and she tries to pull me down onto her, but my body doesn't budge. "I need you to," she all but begs.

"Just a little," I tell her. Lowering myself down, I gently lay a small amount of my weight onto her and groans happily. Her small body is warm under me, her soft belly pressing into my hard one. "Will this hurt the little one?"

She shakes her head, "babies are resilient. She'll be fine."

"A daughter?" I ask her wondrously.

"I like to think so," she says softly. "But do you really want to have this conversation right now? We were.. otherwise occupied."

I grin down at her, "my little mate makes a good point."

I kiss her again and she melts into it, her arms and legs holding me tightly as my fingers caress her, teasing her, as our lips meet each other hungrily over and over. It takes almost no time for her to clench around me, her legs locking me into place. Not that I'd move even if I could.

Her walls hold my fingers tightly as I keep up my motions, until she stiffens under me and her kisses stop. She stays like that for a moment, her body slowly relaxing and her walls releasing my fingers as she sighs contentedly.

I bring up my glistening fingers and clean them with my tongue, pleased that they taste of her and not of soap. When my fingers are clean, I move, trying to slide down so that I could drink from the source but she holds me tightly.

How her tiny legs could hold me, I'd never know.

"Don't leave," she whispers.

"Never," I answer gently. "I merely want to drink from the pool between your legs."

Her lips go to mine for a long scorching kiss and then she releases me, letting me slide down to drink her sweetness, over and over.