Page 48 of Bound to the Orc Warrior

“I sure plan to!”

Already small eyes narrow even more. “Are you trying to fool us? Because bigs like to fool us.”

“It’s the truth,” I say. “She’s already done it once. I visited another realm for several minutes.”

“I took him to Earth,” Naomi says, “the human realm.”

“Does your world have pizza?”

“Yes.”

“Her world is where pizza comes from,” I add.

The dropped pieces of fabric make sodden splats on the ground as the rest of the miniscule fae abandon what they were doing. They flock around my bride in a tiny tornado of glowing blue dots that smear into streaks of light. Their voices call out, normal pixie speech so high and quick the words become a chorus of excited whistles.

She laughs with delight, the sound piercing my heart. When the whirlpool of fluttering wings finally slows, the joy in her smile rivals any sun.

My bride’s been brought to a strange world, attacked by sluagh, and bound to a complete stranger, and yet she shines, able to find happiness in the smallest of things.

She’s a marvel, for far more than her magic.

“Promise you’ll take us to Pizza World,” the lead pixie says, the reverence in her tone capitalizing the words.

“Sure, I—”

My hand on Naomi’s knee stops her, and I give a small shake of my head. “Faerie is a place of bargains. Promises are binding.”

My moon bound nods and faces the pixie. “I will do what I can to take you to Earth.”

“Pizza World!”

“Pizza World,” my bride says, her lips twitching.

“I feel as if I too should know the joys of this pizza,” Shadow says, his smile appearing only a few feet away, with the rest of his body slowly solidifying around it.

“Cat,” I growl, tossing my shirt over Naomi’s naked front. “How long were you there for?”

“Don’t worry, orc.” He grins. “I didn’t get here untilafter. But the sentries tell me it was loud.”

Will my bride be upset that cat sith were near while we had sex?

My worry fades as Naomi chuckles and shoots me a saucy grin. “Sure was.”

I smile back. Pride fills me as I remember how she screamed my name.

“Anyway, you should come back to the den. We’re having dinner.” As he jabs a paw toward me, Shadow’s green eyes glow with reflected pixie light, which makes them look more mischievous than ever. “Clothing optional.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Naomi

Wranth growls and insists I wear his dry shirt, taking the one I used to blot my hair for himself. “I’ve ridden in the rain many times,” he says. “This is nothing.”

It’s notnothing. It’s really sweet and caring. Under all that grump lies a heart of purest gold.

He blocks my body with his as I dress. It’s full dark, but the pixies provide a lot of light, and I’m pretty sure all the fae can see better in low light than I can.

Not that anyone’s going to see much. As soon as I stand, his borrowed shirt falls around me like a dress, covering me to mid-thigh. I pull on my jeans, super glad they’re an old pair gone velvety soft from several washings, because R.I.P. my panties. Even if they weren’t dripping wet from the pixie dunking, both leg holes were ripped open on the sides. Same with my bra.

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