Page 45 of Summoning the Orc

“Thank you,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Youneverhave to thank me. Now I’ll head over to meet Rudgar. We’re going to work on some additional features for thesecurity systems here. The building’s mostly empty except for us, but we need to do some background checks on everyone who lives and works here.” She nibbled on her lower lip, her arms folded across her chest. “Dristan wants to evict the three other tenants, but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” She rolled her eyes.

“They work for Rudgar and they’re orcs, so they understand what’s happening. They’ll help with protection, I think, but as long as they’re male and near me, Dristan…” She sighed, but she didn’t need to explain further.

Even Rok gave an understanding nod. Dristan was as grumpy and possessive as they came. He was known to glare at every single unmated male who got within a mile of Pen.

“He doesn’t need to evict anyone for us,” I told her with a small grin. “Even though I’m almost certain he’s using this as an excuse to execute a plan that he’s had months in the making.”

“Don’t I know it,” she groaned, but waved as she left.

I looked up at Rok, who was staring down at me with open affection, moving to tuck me against him once more. “Hi,” he whispered, the new, blooming intimacy between us filling my stomach with butterflies.

“Hi,” I responded, releasing a quick squeak as he ducked his head and kissed me. I fit so well between his tusks, tiptoeing to keep in contact with him when he tried to pull away.

He gave me more of what I wanted, lapping his way into my mouth with his broad tongue.

For someone who didn’t even know what kissing was a couple days ago, he sure caught on fast.

I sighed with satisfaction, curling myself against him. He gripped my hips in his big hands, his fingers giving my ass an intimate squeeze that had me arching against his chest.

“Oh,” I gasped, and he scooped me up into his arms. “Wait,” I gasped, and he stilled right away, frozen where he was. I smiled,leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Are you okay?”

His brow furrowed and he tucked me closer so I could feel the hard press of his cock. Heat swept into my cheeks, but I giggled.

“Notthat way,” I explained. “Are you okay with everything that’s happening? Do you need to talk about it?”

“Talk?” he asked, shrugging. “We have enemies that are trying to take me from you. I refuse to go. What’s there to talk about?”

I grinned up at this strong male, caressing his cheek with my palm and watching as his dark, chocolate eyes closed with pleasure at the touch. “Do you want to talk about how it makes you feel?”

Awe filled his expression and he sat in an armchair with me still in his arms. “Is this what mates do?” he asked, his voice filled with reverence. “Ask about emotions?”

I shrugged, tucking a lock of his long, thick hair behind his ear. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a mate before. But I want to know how you’re feeling. Are you scared?”

His brow furrowed, and he kissed me again—a long possessive kiss that had me squirming in his arms. “The only thing that scares me is the thought of losing you,” he admitted in a whisper, burying his face against my throat. I held him close, cradling the back of his head in my hand, and biting on my lower lip to stop the tears that were trying to make their way into my eyes.

“You’re never going to lose me,” I told him, striving to hide the sniffle that I could feel building.

His sigh of relief was so big that I moved a few inches in his arms when he released it. I nuzzled against him, turning until I straddled his lap, my arms curled around him. My thighs were still sore from when he’d fucked me last night, but my pussy was telling me that she was up for another round of having this sexy male inside of me—even though I knew it would put me out of commission for a bit.

“Can I touch you?” I asked him, and his smile was slow andfilled with affection.

“You never have to ask me, my Becca. Every touch from you is treasured,” he whispered and his words were another blow to my heart, cracking at the armor that I’d surrounded it with when I thought I’d never meet anyone who I could fall in love with.

This male was well on his way to making me fall for him. And if I was being honest with myself, I was more than halfway there. Biting my lip, I slid my hands down his chest, my fingers sliding along the ridges of his muscles, his skin a decadent, velvety caress against mine and the hard bulges underneath a virile display of strength.

Even though he was so much bigger than me, I never felt threatened by Rok. Every instinct inside me told me that this male would protect me and keep me safe.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Becca

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his skin and I heard an audible swallow from his throat. I grinned as I swiped my tongue against him. This male—thishuge, intimidatingmale—was undone by a flick on my tongue.

“My Becca,” he murmured, his big hands squeezing my ass. “Can you take me again?” His voice was low and husky, carrying the lust that I was creating in him.

Rok stroked my ego like no male ever had before him. I was beautiful and sultry in his eyes. Never fat and boring the way I’d thought I was for years. I nuzzled against his skin as I nodded. “I want you inside me, but I think I’ll have to wait until tomorrow or I’ll be too sore to go again for another week,” I admitted, a small burst of insecurity passing through me.

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