Page 15 of His Orc Warrior

“Which one is human? Your father or your mother?”

Coming around to stand in front of me, he reached up and ran his fingers down the expanse of my chest.

“My father is human.”

“And your mother bakes bread.”

“You paid attention.”

Lucas nodded. “I pay attention to you and what you say. You’ve got me in a trance.”

Lifting my hand to his face, I cupped his cheek. “I thought I was the only one.”

He shook his head. “Do you like this form?”

I shrugged. “Whatever you are more comfortable with.”

His hands moved to my waist. “I prefer the orc. Green skin. Tusks. I only met you yesterday, but I feel like I’ve been fantasizing about you forever.”

Forcing my body to return to its true nature, I felt my tusks emerge. “This is what you like?”

He groaned. “Very much. I imagine those big arms would feel incredible wrapped around me. Are you…your orc is warmer. You are warmer this way.”

“I am.”

Lucas shivered.

I stepped closer to him and rubbed his shoulders. “Are you cold?”

“No, alpha. That isn’t why I’m shivering.”

Fuck. This was moving too fast. We orcs had traditions. A certain way things went. Before I mated him and marked him, he would have to meet my parents. While I didn’t follow our ways to the letter, this part was nonnegotiable. I wanted to take him in my arms. Show him how strong I was by lifting him into my arms and carrying him to the bedroom. Laying him on the bed and covering his body with mine.

I shuddered. “Mmm. Your hands on me…you’re driving me crazy.”

“Is it okay if I rest my head on your chest?” His question surprised me.

“I would love it.”

He leaned in and pressed his cheek to my bare chest. My cock swelled. His arms wrapped around my waist as he snuggled in, inhaling deeply. He was human, but it was clear the mating was having an effect on him as much as it was me.

“You smell so good,” I said, tipping my chin down and smelling his hair.

“So do you. You smell like fire and smoke and a musk I can’t describe.”

Chapter Eleven

Lucas

I learned so much about Thrain in such a short period of time with him. Unlike at the meet and greet, I wasn’t worried I’d say or do the wrong thing. Instead, I acted on impulse. I probably had four thousand more questions to ask and one day I would, but not tonight.

Tonight, the only one that fell from my lips was— “Kiss me?”

“I want nothing more.”

I stood on my tiptoes, and he leaned down, his lips brushing mine. It was a sweet, gentle kiss. Perfect in every way, but also…it wasn’t enough. Once I got a taste, I longed for another and another.

As he started to pull away, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close, slamming my mouth to his and kissing him deeply.

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