She takes me through the streets of town, which is surprising. As an orc, I’d expect her to stick to the trees. But since Bakog’s mate was kidnapped from there, mayhap all the females are wary.
“I like that you stick to the roads and are safe.”
She harrumphs.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“I’m not doing it for my safety, orc. I’m doing it for yours.”
I blink. “I don’t understand.”
She winks. “Clearly, you don’t understand what it would be like for a female to get you alone in the woods. Would you pick the woman or the bear, good sir?”
I gape for a moment, and then to my surprise, answer her silly question. “Are you the woman?”
“I am.”
“I’d pick you.”
She nods. “Good choice.”
I clear my throat, unsure of where this conversation is going. “Are you trying to get me in trouble with your father?”
“What? No.” She frowns. “I’m trying to lose my virginity.”
I quickly cover my surprise that she is untouched. “Aye, that’ll do it.” But surely, she jests. Orcs do not have the same prudish ways that humans do. Why would she be? “You’ve never had a male between your thighs?”
“Nay. The males of my clan aren’t worthy. And unfortunately, the males of the West Mountain clan paired up during the times I wasn’t there. Plus, the few around me felt like brothers. I fed from many of their mothers, you know.”
A ridiculous feeling surges through me. An urge to pound my chest. To be the first who licks her cunt would be an honor. A privilege.
“I will satisfy you like no other,” I assure her.
She smiles serenely. “I’m banking on that.”
We finish the walk in silence. A cottage sits in a clearing of trees, off the beaten path. It’s cute, painted white with blue trim. There’s a wooden porch that wraps around the house.
Negan retrieves a key from the dirt of one of the many flower pots, and opens the door. I wait, right in the doorway, as she heads toward a back bedroom to change. Casually, I call out and ask her questions, making sure she’s okay. Should she go silent, I’ll surge through the house like a force to be reckoned with.
But then it’s my turn for silence when she returns to the front in a familiar garb, a short leather skirt and halter top. Black with gold stitching.
A Blackheart has never looked so sexy.
Her legs are long and sweetly muscular. Her shoulders are square and elegant, she stands straight and tall and sure of herself, her breasts pushed together within the confines of the soft leather.
“You’re about to drool,” she says. “I like that.”
I snap my already aching jaws shut. This female makes a fool of me—and I find I’m proud of that. There’s something about her that’s beyond beauty alone. A quirk to her lips, a sparkle of intelligence in her gaze, the softness of her skin. Her quick wit and guileless demeanor.
I want her.
My voice is gravelly when I say, “Ready to get back to the party?”Before I lose my mind.
“Aye, pretty boy. But take it easy on me when we spar.”
I snort, unsure if it’s over herprettycomment or if she truly thinks I’ll beat her like I did my brother.
Chapter Four
