Page 69 of Bossed By the Orc

My eyes widened with horror. “You wanted four.”

“Four was always the goal,” he corrected, lifting me onto the table and stepping between my legs. “But six would be fantastic.”

“I can’t believe you,” I laughed, smacking at his chest. “I thought you were serious.”

“I am serious,” he murmured, dipping a finger inside of me and tucking his thumb against my clit until I shuddered. “I want as many of my young inside you as I can, rega. Whether it’s four or six, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

I moaned, allowing my male to touch me until I was coming on his hand. He held me through it, murmuring in orcish as he did. Words of praise and love, I could tell. I needed to get him to teach me his language. He ran gentle, worshiping hands over me, and I’d never felt safer or more cherished in my life.

“Six,” I conceded and my mate rumbled out a laugh.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dristan

“You’re staying here,” I told Penelope with a glare, but my female folded her arms beneath her breasts—which told me she was prepared to fight.

“No,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. I braced myself for the upcoming battle, but her father put his hand on her shoulder.

“He’s right, Pen. I think you should stay here too,” he told her.

Relief swept through me and I sent a grateful look his way. He nodded in my direction, letting me know that he understood I was only trying to protect her.

“But—” she started saying, but her father gave her arm a little squeeze and shook his head.

“No, he can handle it,” he told her, giving her chin a little tweak. “Let your male take care of you.”

Pride swelled my chest until I was almost certain I would pop a button on my shirt. I would take care of her. I was certain I would have to prove it to her and her family, but it looked like he was giving me the benefit of the doubt.

“He already handled that mess with the bank,” he continued and satisfaction simmered inside me.

I had handled the bank.

“He’s got this,” he told her and she sighed, but nodded.

“I never doubted that he had it,” she murmured, turning to look up at me with a smile. “I just want to help.”

“You can help by staying here and being safe,” I told her. “Those males have already threatened your family. I don’t want you anywhere near them.”

Her parents nodded in agreement and she gave up, moving forward to hug me around my waist. I swept my arms around her, holding her close and enjoying our scents mingled together on her skin.

“I’ll be back soon,” I said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before stepping away. She released me—with a level of reluctance that made my heart soar—and I waved at them all before heading out to the SUV where Rudgar and Kor were waiting for me.

My brother looked behind me toward where the door stayed closed and whistled low. “What did you say to keep your little hellion inside?”

Kor just grinned, rocking back on his shoes, his briefcase in his hand. I already knew he’d filed the harassment charges against the developer and was waiting to present them with it. That was what we were doing this morning. I wasn’t leaving this town until those assholes saw, in black and white, that if they came after my family again I’d make them pay.

“She listens to me,” I lied, and they both snorted out laughs before Rudgar got into the driver’s seat and Kor sat in the back. I shuffled into the passenger’s seat, still annoyed with how tiny the SUV was.

“I have the address on file, but when I searched nearby cameras, it didn’t show anyone there. We can start there and then go to the office a little further out. I saw a guard posted there, so I’m thinking that’s where they spend most of their time,” Rudgar told me, pointing to the locations on his phone.

I nodded, slapping him on his shoulder with gratitude. My younger brother specialized in security systems and had a knack for hacking into them. It was how he knew what to guard against when he set them up with his company. He was the one I went to when I needed anything done without others finding out.

He started the drive, and I felt a small niggling in the back of my mind. I couldn’t pin-point what was bothering me, but I knew that my instincts were telling me that there was something wrong.

The original office that was listed on the company’s website—and that was also on the header for the letters that had been sent to my mate and her parents—was located near the town center. It was a small leased space that I assumed people could walk into and get pricing for the new homes.

We pulled up in front of it, but I already knew it would be empty. The glass facade showed the inside—an empty reception desk and only two small tables to the side. I still got out, trying the handle on the door, but it was locked. There was a sign stating Call for appointments on the front.

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