Page 15 of Summoning the Orc

His fangs gleamed in a white grin as he moved closer, running his tongue up my neck. I gasped, stepping away and he growled, but released me.

“Becca, am’osh,” he repeated, banging his fist over his heart.

My eyes widened as I realized I must have repeated something I shouldn’t have. “W-What does that mean?”

“Am’osh,” he purred, lips quirking again and he cupped my face in his palm before I could step away again. “N’am’osh.”

The rough growl of his words sent a shiver through my body and I tried to squeeze my legs together to stop the sudden ache there, but there was something about the way he was touching me—looking at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

As if I’m the only thing that matters in his world.

He tipped my chin backward and I stared up into his eyes, becoming mesmerized with this male.

“N’am’osh,” he repeated, lowering his head slowly to mine, his long, thick enviable lashes sweeping down as he closed his eyes. I felt my own eyes going droopy as his tusks stroke against my face.

“Becca?” A voice called from the opening of the cave and we both jerked at the sound. I turned to face the intruder with guilt and horror spreading in my chest while he jumped in front of me, his axe at the ready.

“Whoa, can you tell your boyfriend to drop the weapon?” Penelope called from where she was using her phone’s flashlight inside the cave.

“I told you to stay behind me,” Dristan growled, moving his huge bulk in front of her while baring his fangs at Rok who still stood with his axe in front of me.

Dristan lifted his hands, speaking in orcish and I watched as Rok’s stance eased. He surveyed Dristan from head to foot before tilting his head to the side.

Chapter Eleven

Rok

I studied the male in front of me with curiosity. He wasn’t dressed like a warrior, yet he had the proud stance of one as he guarded the female behind him. Based on her scent, she was his mate.

“Put down your weapon,” he called, and I narrowed my eyes for a few beats as recognition dawned on me.

This was the male from the tiny box. How had he been released? Was it a spell? Had he been summoned the way I’d been? The female behind him was human, but perhaps she was a witch like my mate.

“This female is my mate. If you try to take her from me, I’ll kill you,” I growled. Something was telling me that I could trust this male and his mate, but I hadn’t become the greatest warrior in any of the tribes by not being smart with my alliances.

Until I learned more about him, I’d withhold judgment, but I wasn’t lettinganyonetake my mate from me. The females were peeking around us and I saw them making faces at each other. Were they from the same coven?

I tucked my Becca firmly against my body with my left arm,gripping the base of my axe with the other.

“We’re not going to take her from you,” the male said, turning to send a glare at his own female where she was trying to wiggle out from behind him. She beamed up at him instead of being admonished.

“It seems like your female doesn’t obey,” I grunted, preening as my own female stayed pressed up against my back, her lush breasts sending a jolt of anticipation through me. I couldn’t wait to feel them in my palms.

The little female behind Dristan narrowed her eyes at me and then spoke to Dristan in the language my female spoke. All smooth sounds and confusing tones. Orcish was simple. Easy to speak and to understand. I hoped that my female could learn it. We would teach it to our younglings as well.

I longed to fill our mating cave with orcish words, laughter, and the cries of the many young she would carry for me. The peaceful thought settled in my mind and for the first time in my lifetime, I was seeing the dreams I’d carried for so long coming to fruition in front of my eyes.

“Your mate is safe with us,” the male said, and my lip curled at his words. “You are both welcome in our home. You’ll be able to protect her better there.”

My eyes narrowed at his words. Was this a trick to try to get me to go with him?

Just then, the light of the torch fluttered and my female gave a squeak of fright.

“Your female is afraid of the outdoors,” he told me and my scowl deepened.

We weren’t outdoors. We were safe, inside a cave, but her little, curvy body trembled against mine. And not with the lust that I wanted from her. Her delicious scent was being smothered by acrid fear.

“Where is your home? How big is your cave and how many inyour clan?” I asked, still wary.

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