Page 30 of Bound to the Orc Warrior

The world whirls, and I hit something solid. When it snaps into place again, I’m safe in Wranth’s arms.

“It’s only us,” he says, his dark eyes staring into mine. “We’re the only two affected.”

“Only us,” I repeat, my hand pressing to the strong beat of his heart, the heart that holds the other half of our bond.

It’s not a bond I asked for.

But what if it’s exactly what I need?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Wranth

My moon bound bride stares at me with the most beautiful brown eyes, the softest look on her pretty face.

My arms tighten around her.

Only us.

I like the sound of them.

Her scent surrounds me, heady and sweet. And mixed with mine. She slept in my furs. She wears my shirt. A feral possessiveness fills me.

Mine.

“I felt nothing but the loss of weight from my back.” Zephyr trots over. “I wasn’t moved a single inch.”

“I wonder if it’s because you’re so much larger than Naomi,” Shadow asks. “Would someone more her size be pulled along?”

I set down my bride and stare at the cat. “You mean you?”

“Who else is there to test with?” He grins back at me.

“Do you think you can carry me?” Naomi walks over to him. “I’m pretty sure I weigh more than you.”

“I’m Wild Fae,” he says. “I’m strong.”

“You don’t need to carry her,” I growl. “Try it touching her. That might be enough.”

They set off across the meadow, Shadow walking so close that Naomi keeps one hand buried in the ruff surrounding the back of his neck.

Between one blink and the next, my bride’s soft weight hits my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.

“It’s just me again.” She grins up at me.

“You’re more than enough,” I say, pulling her even closer. Goddess, I could hold her all day!

“We need to try the other way, with you riding me,” Shadow says. “If we want to be sure. Then we should try with something small, like a mouse.”

“A mouse?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “And where do you propose we procure one of those?”

“It’s a field, orc.” He flashes his cat sith smile. “Ever heard of ‘field mice’?”

I bare my tusks even as Naomi chuckles and Zephyr gives a snort of amusement.

“Don’t you start, too,” I tell my friend.

My bride pushes at my shoulders, and I set her down.

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