Page 16 of Charmed By the Orc
By the time we met up with Inara, the village healers having checked her over in the park and declared her progressing nicely, I had worked myself into a proper snit. Between feeling mad as a hornet, horny as a teenager, and amused as a—well, I didn’t know what—I was so twisted, I didn’t know what to feel.
“Give me that book,” I said, louder than strictly necessary, as we headed into Guruk’s cabin.
“Of course, little one.” He tugged the book Thad had given us from his inside vest pocket and held it out for me. “Anything else I can get for you? Tea? Dinner?” His voice lowered an octave. “Dessert?”
“No.” I ripped off my boots and claimed a comfy chair in the corner that had the exact shape of a giant beanbag. “I’m readingthrough this.” Cracking the spine made me audibly wince, but I couldn’t stop my temper from flaring. “Alone.”
“As you wish.” His answering grin definitely made me want to sock him in the jaw…or kick him…or kiss him.No, no, no. Read!
Concentrating on the book proved a challenge. Luckily, whatever magic had brought me here not only allowed me to share a spoken language with the inhabitants of Havenlore, but written words too. The difficulty wasn’t in the subject matter either. No, it was in the big bunch of green muscled deliciousness that served my every need as I read. Well…almost my every need.
“Guruk,” I said stuffed with a second helping of the stew the orc hand insisted on my eating. “I’m full. No more.”
“You’ve had enough?” He hovered at my side, blocking the light from the oil lamp he’d lit for me as dusk turned to night.
“Yes. I can’t eat another bite.” The book was resting on my overly full stomach as it was.
He sighed as dramatically as possible, a half growl sound that curled my toes. Then, he sat his large frame in the couch across from me. The burnt orange cushions provided the perfect compliment to his green skin. He’d told me earlier that he’d built the walnut frame with his own hands.
Do not get distracted.I swallowed as I peeked over the top of the book to rake my gaze over his beautiful body. He’d ditched his boots and vest, leaning back bare-chested in nothing but his black leathers.Come on. You need to at least try to read this book.
I made it another ten minutes or so before his woodsy campfire scent hit me, claiming all my senses. I snapped the book close. “I can’t find anything in here!” I cried, more frustrated with my stupid libido than the book. Massaging the kinks in my neck served to raise my ire further at the horrible knots there.
Guruk leaned toward me and picked up the book from where I slammed it on the floor. He put it on a side table, then beckoned for me. “Come here, Sammy,” he patted a spot between his legs, “let me help.”
My traitorous mind flashed a plethora of images his words ignited. I bit my lip. Useless to resist and too mixed up to care, I did as he said. He leaned back on the couch, making room for me between his spread thighs. I sat tentatively on the edge of the cushion.
“Relax, little one,” he purred in my ear, “I’ve got you.” His large hands wrapped around my shoulders and the back of my neck in a single go. He kneaded with the perfect amount of pressure, drawing a moan from me.
“That feels so good.” I sighed and pushed back into his hands. The movement shifted my ass more firmly between his thighs—and the waiting rod there. I moaned for an entirely different reason.
“Sammy,” he warned as I wriggled in his lap, dumbstruck with lust.
A naughty shudder went through me, and without thought of the consequences, I lifted my ass for a fraction of a second. Then, planted it firmly atop his firm length.
His answering roar was all the confirmation I needed. I spun around in his lap and planted my knees on either side ofhis thighs. The position stretched me wide, allowing all of that glorious hardness beneath his leathers to slide against my covered pussy. I cursed the leggings I wore, wanting nothing between us.
He rose with me in tow, and my legs went automatically around his waist. “What are you doing, little human?”
I squirmed in his arms. “You can feel what I’m doing.”
“Tell me then, Sammy.” He held me firmly against his body, stopping my movements. “Tell me what you want.”
I grabbed his face between my hands, sliding my fingers along his tusks. “You.”
He took my mouth in a heart-pounding kiss. Our tongues gliding against one another like we were born to be together. The overall feeling of rightness had my blood singing and my pussy clenching in anticipation. He carried me to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Then, without flourish, he threw me onto the bed. I bounced once before he covered me with his solid mass and pressed me into the mattress.
“Now, say it again.” He growled again. Sniffing and nipping at any exposed skin.
I couldn’t breathe, needing more. “Say what?”
A single claw dragged down my tunic, separating it into two even pieces. “What is it you want from me, little one?”
“You,” I cried as he drew back the sides far too slowly. “What do you want from me?”
When he sucked at my breast through the fabric while cupping my pussy through my leggings, I shouted, “Please, Guruk.”
He lifted up to claim my eyes with his heated gaze. “Do you want me to fuck you, Samantha?”