Page 9 of Accidental Orc Daddy

“Off, off, off, off!” the girls shout in unison.

And I do. I slip my panties off and hold them above my head for the girls to see. Then, I empty a full glass of wine and set off on a journey across the dance floor.

The beat of the music stirs my soul, and the flashing lights of the dance floor transport me into another world. A world of mystery, excitement, and forbidden passion. My legs quiver with anticipation as the orcs come into view through the bright lights floating around me.

Then my eyes lock with one of the orcs in the VIP area, the one that has been in my thoughts all evening. His gaze sends shivers throughout my body, and I freeze.

I am locked in his deep brown eyes. I feel his studious gaze undressing me as he traces my figure, leaving me breathless while I approach.

I grip the panties in my hand tight. And doubt takes hold of me. Am I really going to do this?

CHAPTER 4

Mustaf

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him,” Dragan grunts in response to Fordan’s comment, his words holding no semblance of hope that I’ll listen to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” I drone, rolling my eyes. “Whatever…”

I’m swirling the ice around in my glass, listening to it clink off the sides, when I sense her approach. My gaze lifts, watching as she takes the steps down from the club’s interior and her body is bathed in the warm, ambient lighting.

“Well, hello,” I muse, letting my eyes scan every inch of her body.

Her body, sinfully curvy, is hugged by a satin dress that exposes the skin of her thigh through a delicious slit in the cream-colored fabric that she tugs at gently. I don't have as much time to stare as I'd like when her eyes lock with mine, and a jolt runs down my spine. She begins to sashay forward.

Sweet, merciful, divine, I groan internally.

The others catch the shift in my focus, their attention sliding toward whatever has managed to distract me mid-conversation.

"Who is that?" Dragan whispers, his voice low and filled with awe.

Maui chuckles."Another one for the mighty Mustaf."

I don't bother answering them. I can't tear my eyes away from this woman as she approaches, her hips swaying with a natural grace that makes my heart race. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, and it's all I can do to keep from stepping forward and pulling her into my arms right then and there.

"Mustaf," Fordan says, nudging me with his elbow. "You're drooling, mate."

I shoot him a dirty look, but I can't deny it. I am completely and utterly entranced by this woman. And from the way she's looking at me, I can tell that she feels the same way.

"Check out those curves," Dragan says, his eyes scanning her body appreciatively. "She's a real knockout."

"And those eyes," Maui adds, his voice practically dripping with admiration. "They're like pools of liquid fire."

I can't help but agree with them. She is absolutely stunning, from her dark, flowing hair to her smooth legs. There's something about her that just draws me in, like a moth to a flame.

For the briefest of moments, it’s just her and I in a world of our own. All my power temporarily fluctuates at the sight of this stunning woman, but I don’t care. This feels like once in a lifetime.

As she approaches us, I notice a gaggle of other women gathered near the VIP room, faces pressed to the window. They start to giggle and whisper amongst themselves. But she doesn't seem to notice or care. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I can feel myself being pulled in by her magnetic gaze.

As she approaches the outside bar, I can see the slight hesitation in her stride. Her gaze flicks toward my three friends, who are watching her with a mix of curiosity and admiration. For a moment, it seems like she might turn back or change course. But then she locks eyes with me again, and I can see the internal debate playing out on her face.

A wry half-smile plays on my lips as I silently dare her to continue. There's something about the challenge in her eyes that ignites a spark within me. I want to see if she's brave enough to take the leap and come over to talk to me, even with my friends watching.

That's when her resolve crystallizes. She takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and continues walking toward me. As she gets closer, I can see the determination in her eyes and the confident way she carries herself. It's clear that she's not a woman who backs down from a challenge.

When she finally reaches the bar, I step forward and offer her my hand. "Hello," I say, my voice low and husky. "I'm–”

In a move that sets the bar alight with energy, the woman leans in and our lips meet in a kiss that is both a spark and an inferno, a melding of desire and defiance. It's intense and passionate, and I can feel her body as it presses to the front of mine. The electricity between us is palpable, and I can feel myself being pulled closer to her the longer her lips move against mine.