Page 21 of Summoning the Orc

I pulled up the Prattle app on my phone, tapping furiously until I’d started the free trial for Orcish. There was no way I was going to convince this male to give up on me if we didn’t understand each other.

My eyes widened and I smacked myself across the forehead as I realized that I’d been able to use Zooble Translate this entire time. Rok had begun prowling around the apartment, poking and prodding as he went.

He gave a low growl at the robot vacuum that made its way across the floor, his arm going to his axe. I put my hand on his arm and that seemed to settle him, but he kept his gaze on the little circle of chaos as it zoomed past him again.

“I don’t know how good it is at your version of Orcish,” I told him, tapping away into the translator, “but we’ll give it a try.”

I held the phone up to him and he jerked backward as it spoke in a monotone voice. He furrowed his brow, glancing at me and then the phone, pointing at it and asking a question. I kept my finger on the microphone as I said, “This can help us talk to each other.”

The app spoke again and while Rok still had that confused expression on his face, he nodded.

“This is where you’ll be staying,” I told him, pointing around us.

I held onto the microphone and gestured with one hand for him to speak. He said a few slow words and then the app said,

“I stay with you.”

I nodded, gesturing to the apartment around us.

“We’re both staying here.”

His expression cleared, and he purred the word, “N’am’osh,” that he’d said before. This time the translator said,

“My mate.”

My heart clenched at the words—the tenderness in his gaze and the small smile playing at his lips as he said it. I bit my lip, trying to ground myself in reality.

“How do you know I’m your mate?” I asked him, the app doing its job.

He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips and an arrogant eyebrow quirked. He didn’t even need to speak for me to understand what he was saying.

Woman, please.

Okay, that was true. A male orc would know his mate. I knew that. I’d done enough research to know the mostintimateof details when it came to orc matings.

My cheeks flooded with heat as my gaze dipped to where I could see Rok’s cock outlined in the leather pants he wore. I looked away, but not before he noticed, taking a step closer to me.

His low purr of words sent a shiver down my spine.

“Female want chicken,” the app said in a monotone voice and I couldn’t stop the amused snort that left me.

I glanced up at Rok, but he was anything but amused. His eyes were brimming with the same lust I’d seen earlier and now that we were safely behind closed doors, I didn’t know if I could say no.

Chapter Fifteen

Rok

“Does my female want my cock?” I asked in a seductive tone. When the tiny box spoke in that odd voice in her language, for some reason the words made my female laugh.

I assumed it was saying the wrong thing. I was barely understanding what she was trying to tell me with the monotone voice from the magic box, but it had to be some kind of translation spell.

If she’d done this earlier, I would have been able to seduce her inside the cave. Perhaps my female needed time to begin this translation spell.

Whatever the reason was, I appreciated that she was trying to communicate with me. It would make our mating so much easier. I licked my lips, taking a step closer to my Becca and her eyes went wide before she took a step backwards.

“You want to run, Becca?” I tsked with a grin. “You know what running does to orcs. That’d be the worst thing you can do.”

The magic box chattered its nonsense and my female’s eyes went wide. I felt my grin widen.

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