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Jarrus eyed me, heat flaring in his eyes. “My turn.”

I nodded and sat on the log while he transferred her to my lap. I held her as he did for me. He sat back on his heels and watched her for a long moment, waiting for her to come down from her orgasm. When her breathing had regulated, he reached out and flicked a hard rosy nipple.

“How do you feel about rings in these?” He asked me, more like a casual conversation, as if we didn't have our mate, naked and sprawled between us.

I grinned, warming to the idea. “Orcs love to decorate their mates. Between us, we could find some jewelry worthy of our mate.”

We had plenty of spoils from war, jewels, and plunder we’d earned in our battles. We’d find something worthy of our mate in our stashes, I was sure.

With no further preamble, he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. Olivia arched into him and moaned, a long drawn out sound. “I like rings. You have my full support.”

I plucked at the free nipple, twisting it to give her an edge of pain that I suspected she liked. “Good to know, mate.”

Jarrus didn't linger, as if knowing we had to get on the road. He lowered himself between her legs and considered the phallus anchored between her legs. He tugged on it, the small amount that the leather ties allowed, twisting it a little and Olivia jolted as if struck by lightning, then sank into me, moaning.

“That feels amazing. Are those ridges?” she moaned.

“My cock will be even better,” I whispered in her ear.

Jarrus cocked his head, his heated eyes studying her puffy pussy. “You've made a mess, mate. We need to clean you up before we ride today.”

He leaned forward and began licking her entire pussy around the phallus, cleaning her juices and my seed, stroking her clit until she was writhing in my arms on the cusp of another orgasm. He played with the phallus as he did so, tormenting her to another wicked climax that had her arching and screaming to the sky. He played with his own cock until he came, bellowing his release, then rubbing his seed into her pussy to mark her and soften her. Minotaur seed acted like orc seed to prepare their females for the much larger cocks. Between our seed and the phallus, she was on her way to being well prepared.

Finally, she settled against me, dazed and half-asleep. He unbuckled the leather straps and slid out the training phallus. Olivia jerked and moaned, sagging against me at the sensation.

He chuckled. “She should sleep for most of the ride now. I'll get a warm cloth.”

He got to his feet and ambled off for the nearby stream, taking the device to clean it. I waited for a bolt of jealousy to strike me, but it never came. It was as if this was right, the way it was supposed to be. Now, hopefully, Olivia felt the same.

Chapter 12

Jarrus

I never expected Kharag to offer to share his mate with me. We had shared other females while on battle campaigns, but they were pleasure females, not mates. I was fully prepared to have him take me aside and ask me to leave or make an excuse once we reach the minotaur herd, once he really thought about what he was doing. Yes, some females had more than one mate. In our world, with the scarcity of females, it was more common than before. But mates often remained in the same species. Two orcs for a female. Two minotaurs. Rarely did it occur between separate species. Though Kharag had been like a brother to me on the campaigns for more years than I can recall. I spent more time with him than my herd in my adult years. We were closer than brothers, some may say.

Now that I’d tasted the lass, I couldn’t imagine living without her. I could already feel the bond forming. It would be impossible for me to bond with another female now. I would always be alone if I didn’t have her. I could only pray to the gods that when the lust cleared from Kharag and the lass’s eyes, they did not change their mind and ask me to leave. I didn’t know if I could do it.

I squatted by the small stream nearby and soaked the cloth in the water, then wrung it out. We needed to clean her to make her comfortable. But a part of me rebelled, worried that it would wash away our scent, especially since we hadn’t completed the mating. Without the mating, she would be fair game for any male to claim her, even the goblins. I wanted her to wear my scent so everyone knew she belonged to me, but did she?

I listened to the forest sounds to determine if any threat was nearby. Nuar, Kharag’s beast, hadn’t sent up an alarm, so I assumed we were safe. He might be a ball of noxious gas, but he was deadly in a battle and fiercely protective.

Satisfied that everything was settled for now, I headed back to the campsite and possibly to my doom. Kharag had settled the female on a nest of furs and was cleaning the rest of the site. He glanced up at me and nodded to the female. I went over to her sleeping form and cleaned her as best I could, growling under my breath about clearing our scent from her skin. We needed our scent on her for the claiming, but it would also lead enemies to us.

I finished and covered her with a fur and went to Kharag, who handed me a piece of jerky. I grimaced. “Travel rations. My favorite. I can’t wait until I don’t have to eat these again.”

He grunted. “Any sign of pursuit?”

I shook my head. “Nuar?”

“He’s patrolling the perimeter. We need to get moving.”

I nodded. “It was a scouting party but when they don’t return and the others from different paths do, Azad will know which direction to go and he’ll bring his entire horde on us.”

Kharag said nothing, just ripped off another piece of jerky. I was getting antsy, waiting for him to bring up the recent events. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. “If you want me to leave, I won’t. She’s my mate too.”

He gave me a swift glance. “Why would I ask you to leave? If I didn’t want you there, I wouldn’t have let you stay. The only way either of us walks away is if she tells us. And even then…”

A warm feeling spread throughout my body. It felt oddly like hope. “Kharag…”

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