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My jaw snaps shut. The very idea is preposterous. Absurd. Completely... not entirely impossible. I think of the woman in the elevator, of that intoxicating scent, and something twists in my gut.

"Don't be ridiculous," I mutter, but even to my own ears, the words lack conviction.

Urul's smug face fills the cracked screen of my phone, and I want to deny his outlandish claim on principle alone. But the memory of that scent lingers, twisting my gut with an inexplicable need to find its source. The vision of the woman in the elevator flashes through my mind again, unbidden and frustratingly vivid.

Before I can formulate a suitably scathing response, Urul's braying laughter interrupts my train of thought. "I shall let you go, then," he says, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I wish you godspeed in finding your mate as soon as possible. Preferably tonight."

My eyes narrow. "Tonight? Why tonight?"

"Well," Urul drawls, stroking his chin in mock contemplation, "I need you focused on the deal tomorrow. Though on second thought, perhaps I should hope you don't find them until after. It might work in our favor if you have that glint of murder in your eye... as you do now."

I feel my jaw clenching, muscles tightening beneath my green skin. "I don't have a glint of anything in my eye," I growl, "except maybe the desire to reach through this screen and throttle you."

I roll my eyes, a gesture that feels entirely inadequate to convey the depth of my exasperation. "I am not scenting my mate," I emphasize, but the words feel hollow, lacking their usual conviction. My gut churns with an unsettling mix of anticipation and denial.

Urul's infuriating wink fills the screen. "Sure," he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

The smug bastard, I think, my finger hovering over the 'end call' button. I can't bear to look at his self-satisfied grin for another second. With a grunt of frustration, I jab at the screen, disconnecting the call with more force than necessary.

A familiar crack spreads across the surface of my phone, and I let out a weary sigh. "Perfect," I mutter, staring at the spiderweb of fractures. It’s the third phone this month. "Just what I needed today."

I pocket the damaged device, my mind racing. That scent... that woman... No. I shake my head, trying to clear it. I have a job to do, deals to close, an entire development to oversee. I can't afford to be distracted by fairy tales and mating bonds, no matter how tempting they might be to my traitorous heart.

Chapter Five

Zana

I stepinto my hotel room and my jaw drops. Holy upgrade, Batman! This place is swanky as hell. I’m talking marble floors, a couch that probably costs more than my car, and - oh my god - is that a rainfall shower?

I do a little happy dance, tossing my bag on the king size bed. Maybe this work conference won’t totally suck after all. And let’s be real, the eye candy alone is worth the trip. That orc in the lobby? Whew. I fan myself dramatically. Still feeling all tingly from that smoldering look he gave me.

Humming to myself, I explore the rest of my temporary palace. Caro’s stuck in some management mixer, but I’ve got a couple glorious hours to relax before tonight’s schmoozing event. I spot a huge welcome basket on the coffee table, overflowing with goodies.

“Don’t mind if I do!” I grin, plopping down on the couch to examine the loot. Fuzzy robe and slippers? Yes please, I’m keeping you. The assortment of fancy mini toiletries could stock a small Sephora. But the pièce de résistance is the artisanal bath salts and essential oils.

I glance at the enormous tub in the bathroom, an idea already forming. Some quality self-care time is definitely in order. I mean, what says “treat yo self” better than a few toe-curling orgasms?

Giggling to myself, I grab the bath goodies and prance to the bathroom. Oh yeah, this is going to be a good night. I can feel it in my bones... and some other places. I bite my lip, thoughts straying back to a certain muscular orc as I start running the bath. This hotel is already exceeding my expectations.

I chuckle to myself as I sink into the steaming tub, the water swirling with shimmering oils. The heat seeps into my muscles, melting the tension away. But there’s another kind of tension building low in my belly. Time to take care of that.

Grinning wickedly, I fish out my secret weapon from my toiletry bag - my absolute favorite toy, an alpha knot dildo. What can I say, a girl’s gotta indulge her fantasies! I slather it generously with lube until it glistens.

Leaning back, I tease myself with the tip, shivering as it parts my folds. My mind flashes to blazing amber eyes and rock-hard green muscles. I’m not surprised when the thick shaft slides in with delicious ease, my body more than ready.

“Ohhh fuck yes,” I groan, eyes fluttering shut as I work it deeper. The stretch is divine, just this side of too much. I haven’tused this bad boy in a while, but it feels like the perfect way to celebrate my first night in Obsidian City.

The textured extension at the base nestles right against my clit as I bottom out. Sparks zing through my nerve endings and I gasp. Fumbling for the controls, I switch it on to the lowest setting, letting the subtle vibrations wind me up.

Slow, gentle pulses radiate from my core, teasing little flutters in my stomach. I hum in satisfaction, undulating my hips to feel the toy shift inside me. As the vibrations ramp up, I roll and tug at my nipples, the dual stimulation making me moan. Need claws its way up my spine.

My mind’s eye summons that magnetic orc again, imagining him looming over me with that intense stare. I bet he’d feel even better than this, stretching and filling me so perfectly...

My fingers dance over the knot at the base of the dildo, the part designed to mimic what many Otherkin males possess. I’ve never been able to take it before, always chickening out. But now, with lust simmering in my veins and the phantom sensation of a certain orc’s piercing gaze, I’m tempted to try.

I circle my hips, barely grazing the knot against my entrance. Even that much pressure sends a jolt straight to my core, slickness gathering between my thighs. God, I wish it was *him* I was teasing myself with right now. That gorgeous green body pinning me down, owning every inch of me...

“Yesss,” I hiss through my teeth, giving the knot an experimental push. The stretch burns so good, and I have to pause, panting. I’m so full already, but I can’t stop picturing his face. That dangerous glower that somehow makes me feel safe, protected,his.

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