Page 19 of Lost to the Orcs

Jaedason grumbles in irritation. “Come, human.” U’snar grins. “You,” his brother points at him, “Have much t’ say.” We turn to the cave and U’snar takes my hand and walks me into the deep darkness.

Oh, lovely. I’m never going to find my way around. “I can’t see shit.”

U’snar hums. “We can.”

I give what I think is him, an eye roll. “Yeah, well, I don’t have your superior eyesight. So, you can go shovel that where the sun don’t shine. I’m going to need light to see in this place. Can’t exactly move around if I can’t find my way.” If they’ve never put light in these caves, I’m assuming that most humans are probably deeply confused and frightened when coming here.

“Then you weel stay inside where you weel cause no trouble.” The longest sentence from Jaedason and it’s a reprimand. I want to kick him in the shins but refrain. I’d probably just hurt my poor feet.

“Where am I staying?” I ask, feeling more and more miffed by the second.

“Ouer cave.” Jaedason states.

“Mhmm I am in the cave, genius.” I hear the stamp of a boot and a growl before I nearly bump into the males who I guess have stopped.

U’snar snorts. “No. Home.Ouerhome.” He urges me forward again.

OH! Their rooms.

There are far too many turns and hallways for me to remember. There were inclines and a couple declines that just made no sense except maybe to confuse the absolute shit out of me. I’m pretty sure that is what Jaedason is doing because U’snar comments in their Orc tongue and Jaedason barks something irritably back. Wherein U’snar sighs and then more silence and a clawed hand at my back to keep me going in the right direction

When we finally arrive, I have no idea until one of the Orcs lights a lamp at the entrance, and then a second in the middle of the room. It’s a rather large room, smooth rock walls. Several rugs on the ground, a wooden bench and table with some metals and trinkets lying on top. Weapons are strewn in another corner. Several pairs of clothing are in a pile by the doorway.

Jaedason points to the left where there is a hole in the wall. “Mine.” He points to the hole a few feet from that.

“Mine.” Says U’snar.

“Okay. Where am I staying?”

“Mine.” Jaedason overrides U’snar when he opens his mouth. U’snar narrows his gaze at his brother. “Ay weel no’ mate her. Ay do no’ wish her t’ tempt you.” U’snar rolls his eyes and meets mine with an almost bored look. I mean I get it. We’ve been together for two weeks and nothingthat farhas happened. Truly, this male is practically a saint.

I shrug. “Can’t I just sleep out here?” Both Orcs raise their brows at me. “I mean, I could just sleep on the floor.”

Jaedason snorts. “No.” It’s emphatic. No arguments. Absolutely decided.

My lips down turn and my eyes hood in annoyance. “I don’t want to sleep with someone who thinks I’m a damn nuisance.”

“No.” He reaffirms.

“Whatever.”

Jaedason points at the table and chairs. “Sit.”

I walk to the chair and sit. “Bark.”

He looks at me queerly but shakes his head. “Stay.”

“Bark. Bark.”

“Can you no’ speak?”

I smirk. “I did. Bark.” His face pinches into one of confused irritation, as if he’s wondering if I’m right in the head, which makes my smirk turn into a smile. “Fine. I will stay. I will sit. Like a good little girl.” I bat my lashes at him in a kind of ‘I am innocent’ way. But I drop it immediately before sitting back in the chair, my arms crossed over my chest. “Happy?”

“No.” He grits before walking in front of me and snagging the cape off from around my neck. He hangs it up on a tack on the wall. Within moments he stands in front of me again and rips U’snar’s dirty shirt from my torso. I’m too infuriated and astounded at his audacity to say anything. Mouth gaping like a fish on land. Then he uses his hands to pull his shirt up over his chest, showing me all of that muscle and my tongue is suddenly lax and dry not from anger but averydifferent emotion entirely. One that burns me all the same. He whips the shirt off and before he yanks it over my head, I get a glance of a scar riddled torso.

I’m temporarily surrounded by his amazing citrus scent. It makes me think of hot nights and a cool drink. Of sweat and the sun. When my head pops out the other side, it’s to a bent over Jaedason. His golden gaze trapping me as surely as sap would have trapped a resting moth.

“Stay.” His commanding voice orders me. I’d be surprised if he didn’t use magic in that command; it’s so enrapturing. He reaches into the sleeves and pulls my arms through, his knuckles grazing each breast in turn. I’m a mass of heavy breathing, and he’s still just regarding me with cool aloofness. Borderline boredom. Absolute disregard except for mild irritation.

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