“They’re your furs,” I say because I’m being a hard-ass. I wantto give in to him, but I’m not sure of the ramifications. A night or two of fun…sure. But will a physical relationship make it harder to escape the orcs when I get my chance? Would Verig come after me, or the whole damn orc army? Verig alone…I might be able to reason with him.
He’s not like the others. And damn, he’s handsome. Ripped muscles everywhere, he carries himself with confidence and strength. He doesn’t use his size to intimidate, at least not me. I bet he’s a fierce warrior. And yet he’s so much more. This male has a heart beneath that scowling exterior. I see it in everything he does.
I’ve never been so fucking attracted to a man before. And he is a man. Not a monster or an animal, like my people believe.
He steps closer, pressing his hard length against my belly. Oh, my, that does things to me, things I didn’t expect.
“I haven’t been with a female in a very long time. We don’t have many females here, but there are some. Quite beautiful ones. Smart, fierce. But none of them…are you. The gods have chosen you for me.”
“I’m not your mate. I’m not Haaka.”
“Vekk, I know that!” He pulls me against him, his hands squeezing my ass while his cock presses against my belly. “You’ve stirred something inside me that I thought died with my mate.”
“I’ll never be her. And I won’t let you or your people keep me from my son.”
“Then I will bring him here.”
“Absolutely not.” I force myself to relax, which is rather difficult with his cock pressing against me. “I understand why you want me, Verig. Sex. Babies. It’s why your warriors kidnapped us.”
He pushes the hair back from my face and runs two fingers down my cheek. “So soft. Very beautiful, but you do not know us.”
“Are you telling me I’m wrong?”
“Females are for more than giving pleasure and life.”
Companionship. He’s lonely.
He’s not the only one.
All week, I’ve felt more like myself, happier, less stressed. At first, I thought it was because I’m safe here with Verig, but it’s more than that. Despite how much I’ve missed and worried about Ethan, I’ve felt whole here with Verig.
For the first time, I reach out and touch Verig’s face, mirroring his touch. His breath hitches slightly, and he stills as I explore his face. His skin is slightly tougher than a human’s, and I barely notice those ridges on his forehead anymore. They are merely a part of him. As are his tusks.
My finger runs across his upper lip until I graze the top of a tusk and stroke the length of it. Smooth, hard, like I imagine that part of him pressing into me is.
Verig drags a tusk along my finger. A shiver travels directly to my lady parts. He bends his head, using that same tusk to cut down the neckline of the leather tunic I’m wearing. One of the few items I own and wear when it’s wash day. Normally, I wear my dress from New Earth.
Hearing the rip of leather as he slices the tunic down the middle makes me moan. Verig stops and meets my eyes. His nose flares, and I know he smells my arousal.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. I need this. To be desired and cared for by a male who wants me, even if only because he’s lonely.
Cold air strikes my nipples, turning them hard, as Verig pushes the leather off my arms. I’m completely naked, since the woman in charge of doling out clothing to the human women didn’t give us underwear. I don’t even know if orc women wear underwear.
Verig stares at my breasts before running his hands over both, feeling their fullness and lifting them. His thumbs play with my nipples as his eyes hold me.
“You are mine,” he says, rather forcefully.
“For tonight.”
He steps back, only for a second, to untie his loincloth. We’veshared his quarters for a week, but I’ve never actually seen him naked, only felt his naked form against me in bed. Now that I see the heat in his eyes and feel the pulsing in my body, I understand why I never looked at him until he dressed.
Since the first day our eyes met, back in New Earth, a part of me imagined what it would be like being with him. Not because he’s an orc. The idea of being with any male other than Verig, orc or human, repulses me.
After tossing his loincloth aside, his hard, erect cock stands there on full display. He’s showing me all he has, all he is. Like a peacock strutting its feathers to attract a mate. And Verig’sfeatheris quite beautiful, more than enough to attract and please any mate. Slightly darker green, his cock is long, thick, and ridged. I swallow, unable to imagine what he’ll feel like inside me.
He runs a hand down my throat. “Do that again?” he orders.
“What?”
