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“Fuck.” I whine, my hips arching into him. By all that is mighty! I can’t get enough of him filling me inside and out.

Glancing to the side, I see Jaedason using his shirt to clean up his mess.

“Alright?” U’snar asks, his honey gaze liquid gold.

I nod in affirmation, so he starts to pull his semi hard member from me. I whimper. Not because of the aches, I certainly do, but because of how empty I feel without him inside me. I don’t know how I’d survived the heat but if it’s anything like I feel right now, I don’t know what I would have done to keep them there inside me, forever.

When he’s finally freed and cleaning me up, Jaedason walks up to us and into my line of sight, fully dressed once more. “Would you like t’ take a bath?”

I jerk up, “You guys have baths?!” And they didn’t tell me?! I’ve been bathing from a washcloth and a bucket for how many weeks and they are just NOW telling me about a damn bath? The audacity!

Jaedason chuckles. “Aye, an’ Ay would like t’ bathe my mate in ‘he waters.” His gaze is warm and inviting.

I nod. “Yes! Fuck I need a bath. Please tell me it’s hot water.”

“Quite.” I squeal with excitement and hurriedly get dressed as best I can with dollops of cum leaking down from the apex of my thighs.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: AITHÍR

Oh my god. It’s a mini hot spring. I strip in record time and am already hissing and hopping from foot to foot before gradually sinking my ass into the water. “Yessssss.” I audibly moan, closing my eyes in glorious bliss. This feels like a fucking jacuzzi. The water is bubbling, it’s not too deep and not too hot. It looks like they’ve created vents for the room so it doesn’t get too hot or spread to other areas of the cave. Which is a fucking miracle because nobody wants damp, cramped caves. I definitely do not want that.

A chuckle beckons me to open my gaze. With my head leaning against the lip of the little pool area, I see Jaedason upside down. And honestly, the first thing I notice is his dick.

I should be thankful U’snar was waylaid and had to step away to speak with another Orc about lanterns. Otherwise, I would have been staring at two very naked very delicious looking males.

A flush dapples my cheeks and tinges my ears a mighty red, I’m sure, because here I am ogling the brother of the male I’d just let take me to the fucking stars. His cum is being washed away from my thighs as I think this. I rub said thighs together in the hopes that it’ll cure my sudden arousal. He steps closer. And oh my god it doesn’thelp at all!

“Insatiable female.” Jaedason growls and my flush grows deeper. Probably neon bright as it travels down my face to my neck and shoulders. Either that, or the warmth of the bath is already getting to me.

He steps into the spring sitting next to me but not touching. And I want to just scoot that smidgen closer that’ll make my knee graze his. I feel like a man trying to catch a glimpse of a woman’s wrist! For fucks sake! Get a damn grip and stop having the hots for him this fucking bad. Jeezus. You’re acting like a god damn hussy. Or better yet, a bitch in heat.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to look at Jaedason’s face. “I know I was more or less a surprise when U’snar just brought me to your doorstep and I know it’s been about a month but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” It’s a terrible feeling that’s been creeping its way into my thoughts. Stabbing its thorns into my heart. “I know I am probably your last pick of the team or not even a pick at all but…” I turn my gaze away from him because I can’t see the truth of his disappointment in mating me. “Circumstances notwithstanding, I’m really glad U’snar found me. I’d probably be raped and dead in a ditch by now if not for him.”

Silence greets my words. And it only spurs me on to speak more. “I know it’s strange. To humans anyways. Our relationship. And I just don’t know if it’s the fear of what others will think or my own insipid feelings about my own inadequacies but I’m just worried. Worried you hate me. Worried I’m not good enough for you or U’snar. Let alone the both of you! You’re both so fucking handsome.” I start twisting my fingers in my hand. The hot water chafing as I scuff them with my nails. “And I’m just me. I’m a damn hermit for shits sake! And here you two are, constantly going about the mountain. Talking to your people, taking strides in making everyone comfortable, making sure they have everything they need and I get lost two minutes from our rooms!”

I bite my suddenly very wobbly lip. Desperately trying not to blubber like an idiot.

My wringing hands are suddenly covered by a single palm. I stare at that hand as it somehow grounds me to this moment. Tuning me into him. All of him. “Orcs differ from you humans. Oft we sharewithin family t’ continue ouer line.” He sighs, using his other hand to pull me close to his body. I fit right beneath his arm, my head lying against one of his pectorals. His heated skin burns its way into my every nerve ending. “’he elder donnae ask. ‘he younger must query ‘he relationship. ‘he youngeralwaysinitiates. It is custom. But no’ as common as before.”

“But how? How can either of you see the other in any capacity, naked! Taking the same woman?” I’m flabbergasted. Confused.

“U’snar was like my kit, but no longer. He is grown. Strong. Capable. Ay weel be happy t’ give him chief hood.” He sighs caressing my side with his claw tips. “Ay’ll always remember him like my kit, but he is different now. Not the same as memory says.”

“I don’t think I could ever see my child as not my child anymore.” I murmur my hand trailing to my belly.

He nods. “It is different for humans. But, youers or mine, is no’ bad. We donnae control our kits. As they age, ‘he ties loosen. When they are old enough, they evaporate an’ their freedom urges them int’ their own. Orcs grow very old, an’ tolerate much more than youers. Should Ay parent my 70 seasons spawn?” He scrunches his nose in disgust. “No. Ay’ll be nearer his age than no’. Ay cannae parent an adult.”

I nod. It makes a sort of sense. I mean, if I was nearly 20 or more years older than my child and they were grown, I can’t see myself scolding them. Maybe a little ribbing but, that would have been all it could be. I do not get to control my children when they are adults.

“Whose child am I carrying? Can you tell?” My question is soft, as I caress my belly in light strokes.

Jaedason tilts his head at me in mild confused. “Weel it ma’er?”

I sigh. “Not in any bad sense. Just say the child is U’snars. What then? What does the baby call you when they are born? Uncle?” I scrunch my nose at him. Because I would not like that. It would seem weird and awkward.

His thoughtful hum fills the air around us. “We call that,” he leans down as if to whisper to me a secret. “Da.”

I snort shoving his shoulder. “I’m being serious and you’re acting like a…” I flush red before pouting at him, “Dad jokes aren’t cute.”

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