“You are mine, Paloma,” a deep voice whispers in my ear. “Mine to enjoy. Mine to take. Mine to fill with younglings.”
My eyes snap open, thrusting me back into reality. Grak.
Under my blouse, his hand cups my breast. I try to pull away, but his other arm tightens around my waist, locking me to him.
Two fingers pinch my nipple, harder and harder until I teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure. When he releases the bud, the blood rushes to my core, filling me with a euphoria I didn’t know was possible.
His hand skims over my abdomen to the top of my pants. With one finger, he pops the snap open and drags my zipper down, making my lady parts pulse with a need I should not have. Not with him. I shouldn’t let him touch me, but confusion and the need to be wanted by someone, even an orc, overshadows my good senses.
I lean back, my head supported by his throat. The angle isn’t sufficient for him to peel back my tight, wet pants. He growls, making his displeasure known when he can only slide one finger into my panties. The vibrations from that growl travel to mypussy, making me eager for his touch. He isn’t the only one who’s frustrated.
That thick finger brushes over my mound, then dips into my folds. Kill me now… I’m not wet for this male; I’m soaked.
His inhales deeply. Can he… No, he can’t smell my arousal. Can he?
“What are you doing to me, female?” His finger slides up and down, and that groan returns. Deep and filled with desire.
“I think you have that backwards, orc. You’re the one touching me.” And I can’t make myself push him away.
“Because you’ve put me under a spell, female.”
With his powerful thighs, he guides my legs forward until they’re stretched out and balanced on the neck of the beast we’re riding. Grak tilts me back, supporting my weight. I’m not sure what he’s doing until he slides his finger lower.
“You can’t—” I begin to protest but I stop short as his finger enters me and my hips begin to rock.
“You like my touch.”
Fuck him, I do. “I don’t want to be used. I don’t want to be… forced.”
“You think we use our females and then discard them because this is what human males do?”
I want to say they don’t, but many do.
“You know so little of my people, but you will learn.” His thumb presses against my clit as his finger moves in me, making me think of his cock, that massive part of him he shoved in front of my face by the lake. I run my tongue over my lower lip, eager to do more than lay back while he explores my body.
What is wrong with me? I should not be enjoying this.
Grak’s lips trace the shell of my ear. “I will feast on this cunt, female, then suck on you until you explode on my tongue. Then, and only then, will I drive my cock deep inside you and let you experience all that I am. Your body will meld to mine as webecome one. As I give you my seed, you will know what it is to be my female.”
His words should frighten me, but they don’t. This is wrong, but damn it feels so right.
My body is already climbing higher and higher toward a climax as his breath warms my neck and his finger plays my clit like an instrument.
“Atox!” A voice calls out from the darkness ahead.
Grak pulls his hand from my pants, grabs the reins he secured under his thigh, and spurs his gorja into a gallop. I position my legs over the sides of the beast and lean back, gripping Grak’s thighs.
He draws alongside the other orc, the one who left the lake with us.
Their language flies by quickly, agitation and anger clear in both of their faces. Without warning, Grak lifts me from his mount and sets me on the other beast, in front of the male.
A powerful arm locks around my middle, securing me against him. Fear slams into me like a wall of ice.
“What are you doing?” I hate the tremor in my voice. These orcs respect only one thing. Strength.
“You will listen to Verig as you would me.” Grak leans over, grips my chin in his hand, the hand that made me feel sexy and wanted moments ago. His power and authority travel through his grip, placing me on edge. He has my full attention. “You will not cause trouble, female. If I learn from Verig that you disobeyed or disrespected him, you will know my wrath.”
“I will not let anyone touch her,” the male with his chest pressed against my back says in English.
