“But I know you’ll want to wait. Won’t you?”
Somewhat dazed, my voice is raspy and breathless when I answer. “Depends. What would you want to wait for?”
“Well, I want to do bad things to you.” A side-smile twists his lips. “But I want to do them exclusively with you. Our entire lives. I want to grow old together, watch our hair turn silver. Watch our brats havetheir own. Have little ones underfoot who might call me Grumpy.” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking. “In fact, I’d be honored to be called Grumpy.”
But is that too fast? I met this male today. And yet… isn’t that what I want? What every female wants?
“Let’s get to know each other,” I say softly. “Because I think I would like those things very much also. But it’s too soon to know.”
“I want to kiss you,” he says. “Can’t do much more than that. But I would like to sip from your lips, see if you taste as good as you look.”
I lick my lips and his gaze falls there.
Ever so slowly, he moves in. My heart races and my breath catches. He’s so tall, he has to lean down to reach me. I can feel everything, the warmth of his skin, the sweetness of his breath. He pauses, his mouth hovering right above mine, as if giving me a choice to deny his kiss. But the pause only makes the anticipation sweeter.
When his lips touch, they’re soft and firm. I can taste the ale he drank, and there’s something delicious added to that. The unique taste of an amazing male. He groans and my heart flutters wildly.
Strong arms come around my waist, pulling me even closer, so close my body feels melded to his. I can feel the thumping of his heart, the warmth of his chest. He’s kissing me within an inch of my life. His tongue meets mine, sliding in tandem with me. Back and forth we angle our faces, working like magic, our mouths locking perfectly, taking from each other, our breath heaving in our chests.
I love this. The taste of him, the way he gives and takes, the feel of his firm lips. His body, hard as steel, crushed against my softer curves.
He tears his mouth away. “Gods, I knew you’d be perfect.”
He thinks I’m perfect? A smile breaks out on my face.
“Perfectly sweet. Perfectly delicious. I’ll bet you taste that good everywhere.”
That smile is replaced by my sucked in breath. Does hemean—?
When Shalia, Hisa, and I were younger, well, they were teens and I was still without my monthly, we snuck into the forest near the creek to find one of the whores pleasing a male. But it definitely looked like she was being pleased as she spread her legs into the air and screamed her pleasure, his face buried between them.
“Aye,” he says, his voice deep and husky. “Want you sitting on my face. Want you to take your pleasure and I want to be the one to give it to you.”
Exactly like the whore in the woods.
“I want that too,” I admit, leaning forward. “I want to kneel before you and see how hard that cock grows in my mouth.”
His jaw clenches and that tightness somehow makes his cheekbones more chiseled. His dark eyes glitter with some emotion… something huge. “Female. Tell me that when we’re alone.”
“Varguk! Negan! Come on!” Bakog calls, his voice booming and powerful. I step back from Varguk because I don’t needthe sightlike Bakog to know what he’s doing. Letting me know we’re attracting attention. Mayhap that of my father. Even as children, we always had each other’s backs.
“Come, orc. Let’s see how well you can play with my friends.”
A slow, lazy smile spreads over his face. “I will prove my worth to you.”
Chapter Seven
Negan:
TOGETHER WE MAKE our way back to the table where the others sit, and I swear everyone watches our approach.
“Play a game with us,” Tok says. “We need one more couple to complete our table.”
Varguk looks surprised that he’d be asked, which makes me sad. It makes me wonder what it’s like in his clan, or with his family. Doesn’t he ever play games with siblings or even friends?
I hold on to his hand, pulling him toward the empty side of the table where the other couples sit.
“We’ll have to modify the game a bit,” Shally says. “Usually, we play an answer and question about your partner. Couples win. But since you and Negan just met, you’re not going to know much about each other. So, we’ll do more of a random questionnaire.”
