Page 24 of Summoning the Orc

Oh my Gods, he’s blinded me.

I couldn’t see. Everything had happened too fast and now I was blind. My second orgasm had shattered me and my poor body couldn’t handle that kind of stress.

His soft murmured words in Orcish as he swept that miraculous tongue through my lips once more had me blinking my eyes open.

Oh.

I looked at him, his smug smile in place, but could anyone blame him? The male was uber-talented.

As he nuzzled against my thigh, whispering sweet words that I didn’t understand to me, the endorphins in my brains were telling me that I was feeling things for this male that I just couldn’t be.

Then he reached up and cupped my cheek in his palm, stroking it with a tenderness in his gaze that meant he was feeling the same thing and I knew it was up to me to knock some sense into both of us. I pulled away from him, tumbling backward onto the couch with a screech that I hope wasn’t as loud and embarrassing as I thought it was.

I straightened my clothes as he stood to his full, towering height, his brows drawn in confusion.

“Sorry about that,” I said, patting at my skirt before yanking my bra off the sofa and pulling it on. “I think we got a little carried away.”

He tilted his head at me, his eyes narrowed as I tugged on my blouse. I nibbled on my lower lip, reminded of how he’d stopped me from biting it too hard and my heart did a flutter that frightened me.

Get it together, Becca. Youcannotfall for this male. You can’t leave your family behind.

“I-I was going to show you to your room,” I squeaked, trying to walk normally on my knees that now appeared to be made of jelly.

I looked at Rok as he stood from his spot on the floor and bit my lip at the humongous bulge at the front of his pants.

The male is packing a third leg.

I averted my gaze—but not as quick as I imagined I did, based on the smirk he sent my way—and kept walking forward, trying to not walk face-first into any walls or doors. It was a struggle.

I was a pool of post-orgasmic goo and the male who’d gotten me there was right behind me, his pheromones still hitting me right in my hypothalamus. All it was aware of was that I was afemale in my prime and this male would give my eggs the best babies.

I mean, they would be exceptionally cute babies.

I gave my brain a stern talking to about priorities and why my family was more important than sex, but all it sent back was images of adorable half-orc, half-human babies in frilly outfits. By the time we made it into his bedroom and were faced with the huge expanse of an orc-sized bed, I was wondering what was so wrong withhavinga half-orc baby?

I turned to him and it looked to me as if he was wondering the same thing because his eyes moved from the bed to me with lust and intent written across every inch of his expression.

“Oh no, big guy,” I told him, holding a hand out in front of me. “We’re not doing that.”

Weshouldbe doing that. Think of the cute babies!

I cursed my inner nesting instincts and kept the space between us, but I could tell he wasn’t happy from the pinch in his brow. He looked at the bed once more and then held his own hand out toward it, speaking to me in his words in a low tone, as if he was trying to be reasonable.

I rolled my eyes and felt around in my pockets until I found my phone. When I got it out and opened the translator, I held it out to him again. He scowled, but repeated his words.

“Bed is for mate and the generation of warmth,” it semi-translated in its monotone voice as my face heated.

“We have indoor heating, so there’s no need to cuddle” I said into the box and when it translated my words, his brow furrowed.

I figured it told him some nonsense, but I didn’t expect him to use his body to corral me against the bed, looming over me until the back of my thighs hit against it.

Oh no.

He licked his lips, a grin playing on his lips. He spoke to thebox and waited as it said,

“Yes, cuddle.”

Oh no, no. I have a feeling cuddle doesn’t mean what he thinks it does. Damn you, Zooble Translate!

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