Page 50 of The Widow and the Orcs

“Shedoes not wish for this from me,”Killiksaid, a little too quickly, though his narrow eyes were glinting oddly onLouisa’sface. “Ach, woman?”

Butoh,Louisacouldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t find even a semblance of a reply.Hergaze just caught, frozen, onKillik’swatching face, on the brief brush of his black tongue against his parted lips…

Andnow — now that wasUlfarr’shand, his big warm hand, finally touchingLouisa, skittering against her hair, snapping her eyes toward him.Towardwhere he suddenly looked… calm, somehow.Collected.Incontrol.Andhis hand felt steady as it slipped down toLouisa’schin, lifted it up so he could better look at her, so he could give her a small, crooked, too-knowing smile.

“No, you said you wished forus, ach,Louisa?” he murmured. “Killikand me both.Youonly wished to be wise and careful upon this, so you did not find yourself sickened fromKillik’sother bedmates.”

Oh, hell.He’dcaught that, he’d heard that, he’d somehow just plucked up all ofLouisa’smost shameful scattering thoughts, and spoken them all aloud.Andwhat — what was this?!Whowas this?Whatwas this cool certainty, glimmering inUlfarr’swatching eyes, making him into something almost — almost —

Itwas too much, too overpowering, churningLouisa’sbelly with shock and disbelief and a strange staggering longing — and her helpless glance atKillikfound him looking shocked, too.Shocked, and then even shy, and was that a flush, creeping up his neck?

“Andyou had your seed blocked from bearing sons, ach,Killik?” continuedUlfarr’slow, inexorable voice, and oh, his hand slipped away fromLouisa’schin, so he could cradleKillik’scheek, and tilt his face toward him. “Sothere is naught to this, but for your vow that you will henceforth only share your bed with us, until these ten nights are done.Ach, pup?”

Pup?Louisa’smouth dropped open, becauseUlfarr— nervous, sweet, uncertainUlfarr— was saying this.Commandingthis.LookingatKilliklike this, holding him utterly in his thrall like this.Andfor an instant,Killikagain looked — shy.Small.Uncertain.AsifUlfarrwas indeed the wolf, andKillikthe prey…

ButthenLouisacould seeKillikcollecting himself, drawing in a slow, gulping breath, perhaps feeling the strength of the solid bed beneath them. “Ach, for the love ofSkai-kesh,” he grumbled, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Ach, well enough.Ishall vow this to you, but only —only— for the rest of these nights.Thisisall.”

He’deven plucked his dagger out of his hair, his hand slightly wavering as he jabbed its gleaming blade back and forth betweenUlfarrandLouisa. “Andthen, no more demands, from either of you!” he snapped, in far more his usual tone. “AndIshall plough as many tightSkairumps asIwish, wheneverIwish!”

Louisanodded, though her heart was thundering in her chest, now, her eyes still darting betweenKillikandUlfarr.Thiswasn’t happening, they hadn’t just agreed to this, and fuck, that smile onUlfarr’smouth, swift and certain and impossibly stunning, as his big thumb gently stroked atKillik’sflushed cheek.

“Ach,Ifollow,” he toldKillik, husky, almost fond. “I…Ithank you, pup.”

Andwith that, it was almost as though the roles had switched again, the jaunty certainty flashing acrossKillik’seyes. “Ach, you shall regret thanking me,Iken,” he replied, as he shoved up onto his knees besideUlfarron the bed, and began unfastening his trousers. “ForIshall have this woman so stretched and sloppy, even your pole of a prick shall no longer feel this.”

What?No.Hewasn’t — he wouldn’t — the utter raging menace — andLouisa’sclamouring shock and disbelief finally caught, coiled on his words, and escaped her mouth in a loud, furious scoff. “Youare such an arrogant, insolent, condescendingshrew!” she managed. “Youdon’t even want — you don’t evenlike—”

Buther voice scraped back into silence, becauseKillik’slong, scarred grey cock was now jutting hard and ruddy from above his trousers.Andhe was even stroking his hand up and down it, pumping out an opaque, shiny strand of white, ohhell.

“Ach, butIlikespilling my seed,” he drawled back at her. “Andif you are both so set upon binding me to your bed, then you shall both need to offer me good cause to stay in it!”

Louisa’sthoughts whirled faster, her mouth opening and closing, her traitorous eyes frozen onKillik’ssteady stroking hand.Hemeant this.Hereally, really meant this.Hewanted to do this.Withher.Now.Now?!

Untilsomething — touched her.Ulfarrtouched her, his warm hand gently clasping hers, bringing it to his mouth. “Ach, butLouisashall only do as she wishes,Killik,” he said, gently kissing atLouisa’sknuckles, and oh, that was the certainty again, flickering through his eyes. “Ifever you do not wish for him,Louisa— or for me — youshallspeak this.And” — his gaze slid toKillik— “you also, pup.Ach?”

Killikrolled his eyes again, but more redness was creeping up his neck, his gaze holding for an instant too long toUlfarr’sface. “Ach, ach,” he said irritably. “ButIken she shall not speak this, shall she?”

Hisvoice was a taunt, a challenge, and his eyes were cold as they flicked back toLouisa, holding, glittering.Andsuddenly, flashing through her shrieking thoughts, were his hushed words from earlier that night.

Showme.Provethis to me.

Thechallenge kept glinting inKillik’seyes, even as he shot a brief, meaningful glance back towardUlfarr.Flaringyet more awareness, more certainty, deep inLouisa’schest, because —Ulfarrwanted this.Ulfarrwas showing them how much he wanted this.Andthat meantKillikwanted it, too.BecauseKillikwould do anything forUlfarr, anything, even more thanLouisahad imagined.Evenif it meant… this.

Andmaybe, maybeLouisawould do anything, too.Andwhat would it be, really, anyway?Itdidn’t have to be anything, didn’t have to mean anything.Itwas just forUlfarr, just for the deal, just a few more nights…

“Ach, woman?” cameKillik’staunting voice, backed byKillik’staunting eyes,Killik’staunting hand stroking his jutting, leaking cock. “Evenyou shall not refuse the great gift of two strongSkaipricks in one night, shall you?Youwish for us?Forthis?”

Forthis.Forwhat he was showing her, flaunting to her, just like the arrogant menace he was.Andoh, he’d even reached down to grab atUlfarr’sstill-swollen length, stroking it together with his own, showingLouisawhat was on offer.WhileUlfarrgasped, arched, his hooded hungry eyes darting betweenKillik’shand, andLouisa’sface…

And— fuck.Fuck,Louisawanted this, she couldn’t refuse this, not with the raw reeling craving charging through her, heating in her belly.Itdidn’t mean anything, just a deal, that was all…

“Fine, you raging prick,” she snapped. “Fuckme.”

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Fuckme.

Theywere shocking words, a shocking demand, ringing out bare between them, into this damned open room.Intowhere anyone could see it, still, and how hadLouisaforgotten that, oh gods —

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