Page 56 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

Or maybe that’s due to all the fluids we spilled last night. God, and this morning, too. My cheeks heat as I remember how good it had felt when the stud teased my ass. I’ve never doneanythinglike that before, but it had felt so good, just as everything did with Dravarr.

I trace a dreamy hand over my chest. True to his word, Dravarr rubbed his seed into my skin. I don’t feel sticky and gross. My fingers glide over silky smoothness, like I’ve used really expensive face cream on my body the way big actresses do.

I grin, imagining selling orc seed to rich women for lots of money, never admitting what the “secret” ingredient is. Hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time semen made it into cosmetics—it would simply be the most effective.

Following more slowly, my body aching in all the right ways, I roll from the furs. Even they aren’t as dirty as I expected, the seed having soaked into the fine hairs, leaving them feeling conditioned. Maybe that’s why Dravarr’s hair feels so soft whenever he lets it down. My cheeks stretch into a wide grin as I imagine an entire line of beauty products based on orc seed.

Dravarr leans over to fight his still-damp leather pants up his legs, showing off his incredible ass.

Yeah, no one else gets his fluids. They’re all mine.

If he wants me, that is. The smile falls from my face. He says he didn’t knot me because we’re in danger, but that ignores the bigger issue. I’m human, not orc. What if this is just… a bit of fun while he’s off on an adventure? What if he walks away from me as soon as we reach his home and he’s got more options? It’s what guys always did in the past.

With one last grunt, he pulls the brown leather up to his hips, his arms moving as he closes the front. Dravarr rummages through our things and turns, holding the cleaning cloth, already damp and ready.

His touch is gentle as he ghosts it over my skin, avoiding the bandages he put on my arms in the middle of the night. Then he crouches, his hand moving between my thighs, rubbing the soft cloth over me.

Emotion wells in my chest. Even if things don’t work out, I’ll always have this interlude of sweetness and care. It’s more than I’ve ever had before.

I weave my hands through his silky black hair, needing to touch him while he continues to wash me with soft caresses.

Imprinting this moment on my memory to hold in my heart forever.

Midnight kicks the rock outside again, and we startle into motion.

Dravarr gathers the rest of our clothes. He scowls at the undies he extends towards me. “If you insist on wearing these, I supposed you’d better put them on.”

I pluck my pink panties from his hand and grin. “You know you love removing them.”

“No.” He steps closer, his eyes burning as they trace over my skin. “If I had my way, you’d remain naked all the time.”

I sway toward him, a moon pulled by the gravity of its much-larger planet. My nipp—

“Still waiting!” Midnight yells.

Drake adds a high screech. “Hurry!”

It’s a wild scramble from there. The thin material of my summer dress dried, but the leather pants are still damp and difficult to pull on. The only good thing is they didn’t shrink, unlike the leather mini skirt I had that got wet in the rain. It went from extra large to extra small overnight, a whole week’s wagesturned into something I could barely get around one thigh, let alone my butt.

When I mention it to Dravarr, he grunts. “Of course, the leather held its shape. My village has an expert tanner with strong magic. What good would a tent be if you couldn’t use it in the rain?”

Fair point. It really seems like they don’t need technology at all, not when they have magic to use instead.

He packs up the saddlebags and pulls the tent from the cave opening. Light pours in, along with a gust of cool, damp air carrying the smell of fresh grass.

I crawl out into a pretty morning, the blue sky decorated with nothing more than a few long, wispy clouds blown quickly by a still-strong wind. Down here, those same gusts blow the tops of the tall grass over to show silvery undersides.

And they blow the silvery white manes of numerous unicorns into a series of flags, flapping around me in a circle broken only by Midnight’s warm black and gold, Drake a splash of green in front of her legs.

The unicorns are both beautiful and dangerous looking, the light gleaming from a forest of opalescent swirled horns, highlighting their wicked points. Their silvery-blue eyes glare at me coldly.

The one beside Midnight strikes the ground with a deep thump, kicking up a clump of sod. “How dare you bring such a threat to our birthing lands?”

Oh, shit. Icy fingers of fear latch onto my stomach. Midnight was right. They’re all grumpy as hell.

And they’re all seriously pissed off with me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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