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Chapter 14

Una

Before I could fully understand his meaning, he turned away with a grumble. I bit my lip, thinking what to say, but it seemed like Urgan wanted to sleep. And who could begrudge him rest? He had to be exhausted.

So I lay there, thinking. Because I wouldn’t be able to sleep, that I knew.

When he’d finally told me why he had courted me, I had an urge to simply… offer myself to him. Help him avoid having to court that awful orc Urzulah. But before I could put it into words, he told me more, and then…

The big revelation. Urgan’s grandmother was human.

And she was still alive, if I understood him correctly. So… She’d mated with an orc, gave him children who then had children of their own, and she lived through it all to ripe old age.

Now, that was something to think about.

Or not. I reminded myself Urgan wasn’t courting me anymore. He didn’t want me. Because I was a foolish liar. Right.

And yet… something told me he was still attracted to me. And I had seen his bulge get big and hard when he lied down next to me. So maybe not all was lost?

I sighed, noting ruefully how it had all turned around. At the start, all I had wanted was for him to lose interest in me. And now that it had finally happened, I hated it. I longed for his attention. I wanted to be courted.

And not like the orc ladies. Although… Now that I thought about it, maybe they were onto something. Having a large, powerful orc do your bidding must be intoxicating… What would I ask of Urgan if he courted me the orc way?

Heat pooled in my lower belly, and I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. I would ask him for more of those kisses… And maybe for those strong hands of his to massage my back… and my legs… and my buttocks… And…

Well, whom was I kidding. I didn’t want to be courted. I wanted to be mated, plain and simple. I wanted him inside me, filling me to the brim, looking at me with those intent, silver eyes. I wanted him growling my name.

And I wanted to get a good, long look at that orc… cock of his. My face heated when I thought that word, and I knew I was blushing. But that was the truth: I wanted to see it up close. See it rise before my eyes, getting ready to ravish me.

I wanted to run my hand down it. See if hair grew at its root. What color it was.

And see its tip, swollen and glistening. Maybe even taste it.

I had been with a human man before, so I had seen a member up close. Well, just glimpsed it really, before he shoved it inside me for a few underwhelming minutes.

I wondered how Urgan’s girth would feel inside me. I could bet it would be every shade of overwhelming.

That was when it hit me. I gasped softly, covering my mouth with my hand. I wasn’t afraid anymore of mating with an orc. No, not just any orc. I wasn’t afraid of mating with Urgan.

I actually wanted it very much.

And it was too late because now, he didn’t want me.

I looked up at the sky, which was getting lighter with every minute, inevitably getting closer to sunrise. Time was running out. Today our journey would end.

Which meant I had at least a few hours to make Urgan want me back.

Plenty of time. Ha.

When the sun rose, Kluga and Zadran, who had the watch, whistled a sharp tune. Urgan opened his eyes at once, sitting up. He gave me a tired nod and rummaged in his bag, taking out his waterskin. And food.

His bread. The last two pieces of it. I held my breath. Would he offer it to me again? I longed to taste it.

Urgan handed me the waterskin and pushed a strip of dried meat into my hand.

“It’s beef. Good meat.”

He ate the bread himself, not even offering me a crumb.

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