Page 62 of Bound to the Orc Warrior

I watch carefully so I’ll know how to do it.

Since I forgot to bring anything new to wear, I run a cleaning cloth over my clothes to refresh them.

Naomi pulls on the clothes Ashley gave her, a tunic top in lavender that looks lovely against her brown skin, and a pair of soft matching pants. She glances down at her bare feet and wiggles her toes. “I forgot my shoes.”

“There’s no help for it, then.” I sweep her up into my arms, making her give a delighted shriek. “I’ll simply have to carry you.”

“My feet aren’t that delicate, you know. I go barefoot a lot.” She gives me a sultry grin. “It’s why I was able to run from you back at the waterfall.”

I growl, desire shooting straight to my cock at the thought of chasing her.

Her husky laugh only makes it worse.

Outside, I stride toward our cottage, determined to show her exactly what she does to me.

“There you are! Come on!” Shadow says, forming into solidity around his wide smile. He sits directly in front of us, his tail curled around his front feet. “Everyone’s waiting.”

I come to a halt right as Naomi asks, “Waiting?”

“It’s dinnertime.” The cat sith stands and walks toward the center of the village.

“Oh, I’m hungry,” my moon bound says.

Decision made—for how can I deny her anything?—I follow the feline as we weave around the wide, rounded trunks of the heart trees to come to the village green.

In the fading light of dusk, the space stands transformed.

All the wooden tables have been brought out of the pub and scattered across the moss-covered ground. Glow stones hang from the surrounding cottages and the chains of the human carnival ride that stands like a mechanical weeping willow in the very center of the green.

The entire village cheers, calling out hellos to my bride.

She looks up at me with awe-filled eyes. “I love it!”

Yes, love it, I whisper to her in my mind. Love this village too much to ever want to leave.

Love me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Naomi

I feel like a princess as Wranth carries me through the village. The time at the baths had been next-level. No one’s ever pampered me like that, ever cared so much. From the way he caressed my skin as he washed me to the attention he paid in learning how to take care of my hair, I feel seen and special in a way I never have before.

And now everyone in the village has turned out to greet me, too!

I ask Wranth to set me down at the edge of the village green, and my toes dig into the soft moss as I step forward into Selena’s exuberant hug.

“This is amazing,” I say. “Thank you.”

“Ay! We wanted you to have a proper welcome.” She pulls back and waves at the redhead hovering near. “Most of it’s due to Ashley.”

“It was all of us.” Ashley gives me a quick hug, then introduces me to the tall orc standing at her back. A well-trimmed beard hugs his chiseled features, and he exudes a calm solidity. “This is Dravarr, my husband and warlord of the village. It’s kind of like a mayor who’s willing to kick ass to protect his people.”

“Welcome,” he says, his voice deep and serious.

The rest of the women wait at a long table made by putting several of the smaller ones together.

After I get a quick introduction to each of their husbands, I lean over and whisper to Selena, “Are all orcs this gorgeous?”

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