Page 15 of The Orc Outcast's Mate

“What are you doing?” Miranda was close now. Her hand touched his arm.

“It must be covered or the preservation will not hold.”

“You put my present wrapping to shame,” Miranda complimented. She doled them out to him so readily and he lapped them up like the starving wretch he was.

She was so close, right up next to him. And his arms were no longer busy holding the elk.

“Hmm,” Miranda said as she caught his lusty gaze. “What are you thinking about?”

“Ravishing you.”

“Ravishing me, huh? Right now?”

Fuck, he shouldn’t give in. He needed to get her back to his home.

But then her hands came up around his neck and he leaned down. Her breasts pressed into his chest. “Or maybe I should ravish you first?”

She slanted her hot, delicious mouth over his. Her plump lips teased between his tusks.

Blast, she felt so fucking good. Tasted exquisite. Better than the finest mead and sweeter than the honey scent she constantly drowned him in.

She forced all reason right out of his brain. His hands clamped firm on her ass and lifted her off the ground, and she laughed into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and trembled for more.

“Govek?”

He and his woman both snapped to attention at the voice.

The orc voice.

Fuck!

Govek quickly set Miranda down and pushed her behind him, but he was far too late.

Rogeth stood there. Chest puffed as if that might bring him half a head taller so he could stand eye to eye with Govek. His green skin was flushed dark and his brow knitted into a menacing glare that spiked dangerous anger through Govek’s chest. Rogeth tucked his jaw up tight, but the muscle in his cheek twitched as if he wanted to bare his fangs.

Fuck, Govek had forgotten he still had his jaw lowered and his teeth on display. He quickly brought his lower jaw up around his top teeth to hide them. He didn’t want to threaten or fight this male. Especially not in front of Miranda.

“Who is that, Govek?” Rogeth asked, stepping closer. Govek’s muscles flexed. He was the lead butcher, so he had some muscle, but not nearly enough. Govek could take him out quickly.

Calm. Govek breathed heavily as he stared down the younger orc. See reason.

It was easier to grasp as Miranda touched his arm, soothed his flesh.

“Well, I guess that ruins our plans to stay hidden,” Miranda whispered to him. Her expression was more than a little smug, and his stomach dropped down to his feet.

Fuck, fuck. What was he going to do? His fists balled, and he considered knocking Rogeth unconscious so they could escape.

But what would Miranda think of him then?

He would lose her.

“She’s one of the women from Estwill? You actually made it?” Rogeth said, his eyes widening on Miranda.

“She is mine.” Fuck, should he just pick her up and flee? But to where? Now that they knew he was here with her, they would come for him.

There was nowhere safe to go.

“Rogeth, who are you talking to?”

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