Page 26 of Summoning the Orc

She murmured words in her language and I cursed myself for not knowing it. It sounded intimate and sweet. As if she was thanking me for our first night together.

“Every night from now on, Becca,” I told her in response.

She stretched, arching her back, her ass pressing against my aching cock and her breasts shifting in my hands. I closed my eyes to savor the feel of her.

My mate.

She pointed at a tiny box with blinking glyphs, murmuring more words before turning to me again, lifting her mouth for a kiss.

Gods, yes. This little female is accepting me.

I gave her my lips, but she pulled away and snuggled against me again. My brow furrowed as I realized she was going back to sleep. I glanced at the sky outside of the window again, confused.

But… the sun is rising. Why wouldn’t she start her day?

With a grin, I realized that I’d thrown off her schedule by exhausting her with orgasms. Preening, I begrudgingly untangled myself from her, smiling down at her tiny form in the soft bed. It was truly something magical. My own bed was piled high with pelts, but I’d never been able to achieve anything like that texture.

I moved from our bed chamber to the cooking area again, not sure what my female would eat for breakfast. There was more fruit in the little basket on the stone in the center of the room, but she needed something to sustain her for the day. That wouldn’t be enough.

If she had any cured meats, I would be able to make something worthy of her, but I didn’t hold much hope. She was such a tinything, hunting might not be one of her better skills. That was probably why there was so much fruit.

Sniffing, I followed the scents of food to a box against the wall. It was sealed, and I tilted my head at it, until I saw the seal around the edges. There were handles along the middle and when I gave them a gentle tug, they swung open with ease.

My eyes went wide at the scents and sights that bombarded me along with a gust of cold air.

Ingenious.

My female had storedfood. So much food that I was sure we could feast for at least a week. She was much smaller than me, so she’d perhaps rationed it away for months.

Sniffing at the packaging she covered the food in, I scrunched my nose. There were other scents along with the food. Things that didn’t smellnatural. I lifted a package of whatlookedlike slices of meat, but I had no idea what kind it was.

There was something being added to the food in this land, and I wondered if it was to keep the food from going bad. I snorted out a laugh. How silly, when you could just catch more.

Still, I sniffed and picked at meats and vegetables until I had enough to feed myself and my female. I put everything on the large stone with the fruit, knowing I would be adding some of that for her in case it was what she preferred, and I closed the cold box.

I opened more of the little doors around the room, but none of them were cold the way the box was. I found stoneware there instead, but unlike anything I knew. Everything was delicate and breakable—as proven when I broke a flat bowl in half just by picking it up.

I held one more out in front of me with only my fingertips, taking it to the food. With care, I put it down without breaking it and heaved a sigh of relief. I picked the best bits of the food for my female onto it, snagging the pieces that weren’t so good formyself. I was famished, having had no meat the night before.

I scowled, not familiar with the taste of what I was eating and the extra things that were added to them. I would have to hunt and forage for my female so that she would be able to put on enough weight to carry my younglings.

I would ask Dristan and Rudgar about the nearest hunting area. It would irk me to be separated from Becca for any long period of time, but I’d have to create my own hoard of cured meat for her if I had any hope of having anything palatable.

Grunting with annoyance, I lifted the delicate stoneware into one palm, balancing the food and taking it to Becca. My gaze softened as I took in her sleeping form. She’d spread herself over my side of the bed, snuggling into the coverings.

She loves my scent just as much as I adore hers.

The punch to my gut had me baring my fangs.

No one will ever take her from me.

Nostrils flared and trying to calm myself, I lowered the food to the wooden stand next to the bed. I stroked her hair and she gave a little moan, murmuring words and turning toward me.

“Wake up, my mate,” I murmured, and her eyes blinked open. She gave me another one of her smiles, her eyes going to the food. Her eyebrows swung up and her gaze swung back to me.

She sat up, the coverings dropping from her perfect breasts and I growled with approval. She looked down at them, gasped and then snagged the white coverings once more. I growled again, but this time with annoyance.

After our night together, I thought she would be comfortable showing herself to me.

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