“Or when Shally would stare at Bakog,” Hisa counters, frowning at her.
“Bloody hell. Then everyone has noticed,” I say.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that—” Shally hedges.
“Yeah, we would,” Hisa says.
“Look, here are your choices.” Shally leans in close to talk to me. “You can have that idiotbiernakin your own clan that continues to leer at you like someday you’ll be his property. Or you can be a powerful orcish female and go choose your male. Doesn’t matter that you’ve never had one. Everyone—male and female—has their first time. Yours just happens to be later than some.”
“You’re right,” I say slowly. “But how do I go about this? It was different with you two. You both knew Tok and Bak your whole lives. I met this male today.”
“It will be easier than you think. He’s watching you right now. Just look over your shoulder and give him a direct look back.”
Without being coy, I look over to him and give him a smile.
He motions me over with a simple head movement. That confidence has a knot of need twist in my lower belly.
“Go on,” Shalia whispers. “Saunter over there like a sex goddess and let’s see if he breaks his stare.”
“Don’t make us all privy to this.” Bakog scowls, as Tok nods. “We don’t need to hear the nasty schemings of females.”
“Oh, hush. Negan needs us to have her back. Go on, girl. Git,” Shalia says.
“Don’t make it obvious you watch,” I mutter to the girls as I get up.
“Work it, girl,” Hisa says and the two erupt with laughter behind me.
Varguk’s gaze settles on me as I walk over and he never breaks it. My breasts feel like they swell, my nipples tightening to peaks that rub against the fabric covering them. My hips sway a little more than usual and I have a vivid image of my legs wrapped around his as he thrusts powerfully into me.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly.
“Beautiful Negan. You came.” Godsfire, his voice. So deep and smoky. The promise of wicked desires licks at me, curls deep inside, low in my belly.
“Of course I did. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.” My voice is low and husky.
He reaches out and skims his knuckle along the side of my cheek, down my jawline. “What would it take to make you mine?”
“For one night, orc?” I ask.
But he shakes his head. “More.”
“One night at a time. Just not tonight. I can’t have my father worry.” Not tonight, of all nights.
“Aye, wench. Then I’ll wait. You would be worth it.”
I cant my head toward him. I’ve been this route, more than once. “Because I’m the bridge?”
“Because you’re you. Strong and beautiful, yet somehow sweet inside. Like a vicious little… marshmallow.”
A breath I’m holding releases slowly from my lungs. I didn’t realize how hard it would have been to find another male wanted me simply for my status, my relationship to two clans.
His cheeks are tinged with a murkier green. “I’m not the best male with compliments. I can’t believe I called you a vicious little marshmallow.”
A smile curves my lips. “Sweet on the inside. Lickable. I like that.”
He pulls me close and whispers in my ear. “Would lick you all over, female.”
Delicious, panty-melting heat coils inside me.
