Page 31 of Agor

With his wrists tied above his head, I couldn’t untie them without a chair or a ladder.

“Why are you so damn tall?” I complained, getting down on my knees to work on the rope that tied his ankles instead.

“I’m getting used to being tied up when you’re around,” he quipped. “So much so that I fear I’ll be getting hard just at the sight of a rope soon.”

“For a severely beaten man, you seem in great spirits,” I muttered. “Can you bend your right leg now that I’ve removed the rope?”

“Bend it? Why?”

“Because I said so.” I rolled my eyes.

“I like you bossy.” His voice turned sultry, resonating with a wave of warm tingles through my body.

“Maybe that’s why we get along so well,” I joked.

However, he sounded serious when he replied, “True, we do get along really well, don’t we? Why are you here, Becca?”

“I thought I’d bring you some food, but then I realized I don’t have any food to spare. So, I figured I’ll free you. This way you can go out there and hunt your own damn food. Maybe you’ll manage to stay out of trouble too.” I slapped his thigh. “Bend your leg, will you?”

He bent his right leg, and I climbed on his thigh to reach his arms.

“Just give me a minute.” I leaned closer, reaching for the ropes around his wrists.

His hot breath seeped through my tunic to my chest. This position brought my breasts right to his mouth. He didn’t waste a moment, using the chance to nip at my left nipple.

“Agor...” My fingers slipped on the rope.

I tried to focus on finding the knot, but he found my nipple again. Closing his teeth over the hardened bud, he sent a sharp jolt of arousal through my lower belly. I stifled a moan, bitingmy lip, and tried to focus through the haze of lust enveloping my brain.

“Agor, I need to untie the rope or...” I pushed away from him, freeing my breast from his trap.

He growled like a dog that had lost its bone.

“Ugh, the fucking rope.” He turned his arm, his muscles bulging. Rotating his wrist, he yanked on it. Once. Twice. Then, the rope snapped and his arm came free.

“What?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “How did you do it?”

“I’ve been working on weakening it for a while now, fraying the rope bit by bit. Do you think I would just wait here patiently for them to decide what part of my body to toss under which bush?”

A smile sprung to my lips. “They should’ve used chains like I did. A rope isn’t strong enough to hold an orc.”

“It isn’t. Especially when I want to hold you.” He grinned, wrapping his free arm around my middle.

“I need to do the other one.” I reached for his left wrist that was still tied to the post.

“Me too,” he said, taking my other breast into his mouth.

I unwound the rope from around his other wrist while he rolled my nipple between his lips until it pebbled under my tunic. I wrapped both arms around his thick neck and kissed his head next to the snakeskin tie holding his hair.

An unexpected wave of tenderness washed over me, followed by worry.

“Why did you come here alone?” I chastised. “Ata even wasn’t with you, was she? How could you be so careless as to allow them to ambush you?”

“I got distracted.”

“By what?”

“By thoughts about you.”

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