Page 95 of The Widow and the Orcs

“More,” he murmured. “Drawup theWolfof theSkai’sgreat strength.Makethis yours.”

Hers.Andyes, this was hers, she wanted this, she needed this.Andshe would draw up that strength, drink up its stretch and its burn, its power and its safety.Shewould open more, welcome more, feel it fully spreading her, breaching her, ramming its way inside her, oh…

Shearched and cried out at the truth of it, the utter unreality of it, becauseUlfarrwas — inside her.Insideher.Andhis eyes were blazing, his broad shoulders heaving, his huge invading flesh spasming, juddering even fuller.Quakingher whole body upon it, because oh, they were fully locked together, stuck together, trapped.Hers.

“Good,” cameKillik’slow, heated purr, and oh, he was truly smiling at her, without even a whisper of mockery in his eyes. “Nowkeep breathing, and swallow him deeper, whilstImake you dance.”

Louisanodded again, swift and urgent, dragging in another breath — and yes, yes,Killik’sclever fingers were now slipping downwards, sliding against her slick, open, spasming crease.Strokingit, oh gods, teasing it, while she bucked and cried out, her taut invaded body clamping onUlfarr’sstabbing strength, and then… softening.Opening.Takingmore.

“Ach,”Ulfarrgroaned, his eyes rolling back, and oh,Killik’ssmirk only drew higher, his playing fingers delving a little deeper.Scatteringout more impossible, overwhelming sensation, shiveringLouisaall over, gripping her harder againstUlfarr, swallowing him deeper, oh…

“Ach, dance for us, woman,”Killikbreathed, heavy and hot, as his fingers kept taunting, playing, stroking. “Showus how hungry you are for my wolf’s perfectSkaiprick.Showus how you quake and squeal for him.Howdeeply you long for him, and his strongSkaiseed.”

Itwas too much, so much, consumingLouisafrom the inside out, but she was still nodding, yes, yes, as her stretched, burning, overfilled body writhed and shouted, her arms straining against the chain. “Yes,” she moaned, helpless, lost. “Yes,Wolf, yes,Killik, oh gods,please.”

Itdidn’t make sense, nothing made sense, nothing but the power and the pleasure plundering her, consuming her, wrenching her inside out.AndKillik’sstroking hand, his sinking fingers, pressing even deeper, his low voice crooning, taunting, in her ear. “Keepbegging, woman.Begfor my wolf’s power, and his seed.”

Yes, yes,Louisa’strapped body bucking and dragging for air, her eyes frenzied onUlfarr’sflushed, stunned-looking face. “Please,” she gasped. “Please,Wolf, grant me your power, and your seed.Ineed it,Ineed this,Ineedyou.”

Andfuck, fuck,Ulfarrwas staggering too, his groan rising to almost a roar — and then he was breaking, bellowing, as his strength inside her shuddered, and sprayed.Surgingout its molten seed in burst after burst, flowing into where it already felt so full fromKillik, but there was still more, pulsing and squeezing and filling, finding room, flooding her with both of them, hers, hers, hers…

Andit was that certainty that finally wrenchedLouisato the edge, to the dazzling shimmering height — and then it all crashed down in furious flashing torrents.Clampingher againstKillikandUlfarragain and again and again, wrenching them tighter and tighter together, wringing out more of that hot sweet seed, drawing up their strength, making it her own.Hers.

Thetruth of it crackled and shimmered and swayed, spinning the room around them, and for a brief, beautiful moment, there was only peace.Onlycertainty, and contentment, and that same quiet, whispering rightness.Hers.

ItwasKillikwho shifted first, his hand snatching away from her, whileUlfarrjust stayed there, breathing hard, as his body slowly softened inside her.Hiseyes gone hazy and hooded, his lips parted, his cheeks deeply flushed. “I—Ith-thank you,Louisa,” he stammered, his voice rough. “Youare — this was —”

Louisaswallowed and nodded, her smile quivering on her mouth. “Sogood,” she whispered. “Sofuckinggood, sweetheart.”

Ulfarr’seyes fluttered as he nodded back, his groan rumbling low from his throat. “Ach,” he rasped. “Youare so —right,Louisa.Sofierce, and so true.So— soSkai.”

SoSkai.Itsounded grateful, almost worshipful, hovering there between them — but thenUlfarr’seyes flared with unease, with panic, as they darted toward — towardKillik.TowardwhereKillik’sexpression was carefully distant again, his hand flipping a dagger back out of his hair.

“Ach, she isSkai,” he said, clipped. “YoukenIwould bring you a simperingGrisk?Ora bossy, nattering, vexingKa-esh?”

Heshot a baleful look toward the door, his mouth twisting with genuine, bitter distaste.EnoughthatLouisasuddenly seemed caught in it, blinking up atKillik’sface.He’dcomplained about theKa-esh so often, more than almost anything else…

Andmaybe it was the lingering contentment, orUlfarr’shalf-hard strength still within her, or that still-whispering truth.Hers.Butsomehow,Louisadrew in a breath, metKillik’seyes, and finally just… asked. “Whatdo you have against theKa-esh, anyway?Whatdid… what did they do to you?”

Becausethere had to be something, right?Killikcould be petty, yes, and vindictive, and cold — but he always had a reason for what he did, too.Andeven if he was frowning, now, holding his gaze purposefully away from her,Louisacould still perhaps follow it, because so many ofKillik’sreasons seemed to have to do with…

Hereyes trailed back towardUlfarr, to where his face looked more drawn than before, his swallow spasming in his throat. “I… near had a mate, once,” he said, very quiet. “Butshe… left me.ForaKa-esh.”

Oh.Thesympathy stabbed throughLouisa’schest, together with the swirling comprehension — and a stark, rising disbelief. “But— why?” she demanded. “Howcould she possibly have leftyou, sweetheart?Whatthe hell was she thinking?”

Toolate, she winced, and clamped her fool mouth shut.Butdamn it, she’d said it, and nowUlfarrwas staring at her, his eyes flaring strange and intent.Whilebeside him,Killik’slips pursed, and he gave a firm clap toUlfarr’sshoulder. “Ach, just thus, woman,” he said flatly. “Andjust asIhave told him, again and again.”

ButUlfarrgrimaced, and shook his head. “Theblame was not hers,” he said. “Iwas oft… burdened, back then, and heartsick, and wrathful.Andshe did not wish to bear a rut to become my mate, also.”

Right.Therut.The… sharing.AndLouisa’sstill-rising sympathy caught, stuttered, because yes, that was still an appalling requirement to put on a woman, especially that possibility of bearing another orc’s son…

ButKillik’ssnort was sharp, scornful, and his dagger waved irritably atUlfarr’schest. “Youspoke not a single harsh word to that fool woman,” he snapped. “Youdoted upon her, just as you doted upon your pack.Andin this rut, you should have lavished her with pleasure, until she was screaming for more — and you should have made sure she bore your son, also!”

Louisablinked blankly between them, because how could any orc have made sure of such a thing — butKillikhad already followed the question, his gaze flicking toward her face. “Thereare ways,” he said, clipped. “Ach, lest the orc in charge has weakened seed, as long as he goes first — and takes his time and care upon this — the son shall always be his.”

Oh.Thevision ofUlfarrtaking time and care upon another woman, making sure to grant her his son, was coiling inLouisa’sbelly, burning tight in her throat, oh gods.Andshe was not going to weep over something so foolish, she was not…

“Well,” she said, with a wavering smile atUlfarr’sstill-haggard face. “Shestill would have been a very lucky woman, then.And” — she swallowed — “I’msure she’s missing you now, sweetheart.Andyour favourite pup, too.”

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