Page 27 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

Score one for me!

I shut my eyes and close out the rest of the world until there’s nothing but Krivoth and me and the magic running through both of us.

The closer he holds me, the longer I’m in his arms, the more I feel it,liveit. I cling, pressing against him with my entire body, from forehead to toes. Everywhere we touch tingles, the feeling electric.

Finally, it happens—a tiny gate opens inside me, and my magic flows, rising to the surface.

Krivoth’s arms tighten around me as if he feels it, too. Then he stops, bending over to set me on my feet.

“Keep touching me,” I say.

“I will.” And he does, his hands firm on my shoulders as he spins me around to face the toadstool.

My crystal warms on my chest as I lift my hands and punch my power forward. It slams into the toadstool. The fleshy red cap explodes, the small pieces flying backward. The stick cracks, breaking right above ground level, and goes flying to bury the top pointy end in the ground, where it vibrates like a plucked string.

The sprites cheer and take to the air, shouting high calls of “elf magic!”

Elation sweeps through me, filling me with joy as I spin around.

“You did it, and you didn’t even knock me over.” Krivoth offers me a smile.

“I did it!” I throw myself at him again.

Only this time, it’s on purpose.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Krivoth

Shock holds me in place for a moment as Taylor wraps me in a hug. I’ve carried her for various reasons, and we’ve been thrown together time and again, yet this is the first time she’s come to me instead of her power tossing us together.

This feels different, even more real.

Her arms wrap around the middle of my torso, her human arms too short for her hands to meet in the middle of my back. It doesn’t matter. This is the best hug of my life, full of exuberance and joy.

My arms close across her back, my greedy fingertips digging in, wanting ever more of her and her happiness.

The Moon Goddess bound us together, and she’s never wrong.

I already love my bride.

Taylor beams up at me. “I did it!”

“You did.” I brush a wild strand of hair from her cheek, the skin so amazingly soft against the pad of my thumb I long to touch her everywhere. What will the skin of her breasts feel like? The dewy softness of her inner thighs? Her plump lower lip?

I pull away before the evidence of my burgeoning erection can give away my thoughts.

The sprites reach us, surrounding us in a swarm of brightly colored wings and high, excited voices. “Like an elf!” “Elf magic!” “I saw her first!”

Taylor’s lips twitch as she looks up at me. “Why are they so fixated on elves?”

I open my mouth, but before I can answer, the lead sprite flies between us to hover in front of my moon bound. “Elves have the higher magics! They can conjure.”

“And do glamours!” another calls out.

The sprite nods. “It’s magic like we don’t see in Alarria.”

“It’s true,” I say, much as I hate to admit it. “The Moon Goddess brought a handful of elves to Alarria a few centuries ago, but there’ve been none sense.”

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