Page 42 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

“Oh, I am hungry.” The words rasp out of me. “But not for what’s on the table.”

A laugh bubbles out of her, her wide smile delighting me to no end. “Did you eat?”

Piper pauses, waiting for a response.

I shake my head, because, no, we did not.

“We got the minotaur builders to agree to make the props and things for the festival,” I tell her. “We were busy.”

“You need to eat,” she says firmly.

I cock my head at her. “Will it make you happy?”

“If you eat? Yes.”

“Fine.” I nod in agreement. “But I have one condition.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “What’s that?”

“You have to sit on my lap.” I dive forward, grabbing her around the waist, and head for the table as she giggles, the sound music to my ears.

“You can’t eat with me on your lap.”

I pretend to ignore her sweet protests and grunt instead, pulling out one of her tiny chairs, slightly terrified I’m going to break it, but I sit down anyway.

“If my woman wants me to eat, then I will eat. You’ll be surprised at all the things I can do at once,” I tell her.

She slides down my chest, settling onto my lap, and I know the exact moment she realizes my cock is rock-hard for her, because she lets out a breathy moan that has me wanting to rip her clothes off immediately.

The anticipation, though, it keeps me from breaking my word to her.

The longer I drag this out for us both, the more satisfying it will be.

So I hum under my breath in appreciation of her hot cunt, her perfume flooding the air, and I grab the loaf of bread, tearing into it.

“Ga’Rek,” she laughs, her body further relaxing into mine. “I would have cut it for you.”

“No, it’s not safe for you to have cutlery in your hands right now.”

“What are you talking about?”

Her laugh is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

“Holding a knife would be very dangerous to your health,” I murmur against the soft skin of her ear. My hand moves from the lovely curve of her waist to the hem of her dress, and I tug it up as she moans, one hand curving around the nape of my neck, holding me close.

Fuck, this woman.

“Kal’aki ne,” I tell her, breathing in her sweet scent. “You are wet for me already, aren’t you? Dripping, hot, and ready.”

She arches her back, sliding her right leg further over my thigh until it’s dangling to my side.

Groaning, I drag my hand higher up, teasing my fingertips against her inner thighs, until I find the soft thatch of hair covering her perfect cunt.

“No undergarments, kal’aki ne?” My eyes squeeze shut, because fuck the bread, fuck the ham, I want this witch in my mouth right now, I want her to come all around me. “You are so ready for me.”

“Take a bite,” she says in a throaty voice. “Take care of yourself while you take care of me.”

As if I could think of anything but making this woman come, right now, in my lap.

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