Page 46 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

He slides out of me, and my back arches off the bed. “The week, my heart. We will do this for a week, prepare for the autumn festival, and take as many breaks to make each other come as we need. You need this fat orc cock, don’t you?”

“The week,” I agree. “The week sounds good.”

The sun’s climbing outside the window before we take a long enough break to write a hastily scrawled sign declaring The Pixie’s Perch closed to prepare for the festival.

The only thing I’m concerned about filling right now isn’t a pastry at all.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

PIPER

The week’s passed by in both a whirlwind of planning and preparations and cooking—and the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

Not to mention the most caring, attentive male I’ve ever been in a relationship with.

Ga’Rek’s quickly become my obsession, and the best part is, there is no question of whether or not it’s mutual.

He hardly lets me lift a finger.

I hum a tune to myself as the charmed yeast pretzels come out of the oven. They’re a last-minute addition to the fall festival feast line-up, a tiny appetizer to be passed around as party-goers filter into the makeshift tent we’ve erected over the town square.

It was a real pain to get it up, but the orange and black striped fabric our town’s elven tailor managed to whip up looks incredible, lit from within with hundreds of charmed star-shaped lanterns.

Not only will the tent keep us out of the elements, should temperamental Mother Nature decide to wreak havoc on us, but it also has turned the entire town square into a cozy, romantic venue.

I couldn’t have done it without my coven sisters, without Ga’Rek, and without the rest of the town.

Every single being in Wild Oak Woods has come together to make this the best autumn festival yet, and while I am still incredibly stressed—I can breathe. I can relax; it’s not just on my shoulders.

I am full of love for the creatures who have lifted me up, for Ga’Rek, for convincing me to ask for help, and for my fellow witches, who would have forced me to let them help whether or not Ga’Rek had been here.

It’s been one of the best weeks of my life, and I know he’s the one I have to thank for it.

I look to where he’s normally working at his prep station, dominating the entire back counter, but he’s not there.

I forgot.

Ga’Rek left early this morning, saying he had a last-minute errand to run.

A happy smile curves my lips at the mere thought of the soft way he kissed me goodbye.

“Piper,” Wren calls from the front of the store.

Fenn the fox scampers into the back kitchen immediately, tilting his red-furred head and putting a white paw up the air. I chuckle, then toss him a bit of pretzel still hot from the oven.

He yips as he catches it mid-air, then rubs against my calves in thank you as he munches it.

“I’m back here,” I yell. “Fenn already found me.”

“Of course he did. And I’m sure he acted like he was starving.”

“He would never,” I tell her. I wipe my hands off on the tea towel, beaming at her and leaning my lower back against the countertop. “How are you?”

“Fantastic,” she says. Wren bounces on the balls of her feet, a cloth pouch in her hands. “I brought you something. I made it.”

Delight races through me. “You made me something?”

A gift from an enchantress witch is no small thing.

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