Page 71 of Summoning the Orc

“I guess. The only witch in the room,” she said with a laugh. “And Rudgar almost attacked your friends over her.”

I chuckled low in my throat as I turned to curl my arms aroundher, adoring the feel of her lush little body against mine. “Well maybe it’s a good thing I was sent back then,” I whispered and her brow furrowed as she looked up at me. “If I hadn’t gone back, she would have still been trapped there, being used as a vessel for the grand warlock’s seed,” I explained and she gasped, horror filling her expression.

“Ew,” she sounded out, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. “That’s terrible!”

“That’s not even the worst part,” I said with a sigh. “Krusk, Savla and Enka would have gone to rescue her instead. If they’d succeeded, they would have been on the run for the rest of their lives. Or,” I searched her gaze, wondering how much truth my female could handle, I decided to lay it all out, “they would have been caught, killed, and she would have still been taken.”

She shivered against me, nuzzling closer for comfort. “That’s terrible,” she murmured against my skin and I nodded.

“Sometimes terrible things happen to us so we can have a chance to help others who need it,” I whispered.

She sighed, tucking her chin against my chest and peering up at me. “I love you,” she told me and I took the words like a blow to my chest. I couldn’t react, but she didn’t let me, continuing, “and I wish I didn’t have to be without you for a second, but I can admit that since it helped four other people, it wasn’t so bad.”

She squeezed me as tight as she could, closing her eyes. Droplets of water glistened in the light as they got caught in her lashes. “I love you too,” I told her and she gasped, her brow furrowing and her eyes staying closed.

I ran my damp fingers along her precious cheek and her eyes blinked open with tears. “You’re a hero to them,” she told me, “but you’re always my hero first.”

Her words made my chest swell with pride and I dipped my head to kiss her. I lost myself in my female’s taste for long moments before she pulled away to bundle her thick hair intoa hair tie. She gestured for me to lower my head, a second hair tie at the ready and I grinned at her, following her instructions. Once my already-damp hair was tied up, I nuzzled against her throat, running my tusks over her skin.

“Rok,” she whispered, her hands curling around my shoulder as I ran my hands down her sides, caressing her wet skin.

“I missed you so much, my Becca,” I said, my voice gruff and filled with emotion.

“I missed you too,” she told me, tugging on my tusks, using them to steer me back to her mouth. The movement enflamed me. I took a deep taste of her, delving my tongue between her lips. She whimpered, burying her fingers in my hair.

“I need you,” she told me, and I had her in my arms in a moment, already on the way to our bed. “Towels!” she laughed, and I made a small detour, ducking so she could grab two.

When we made it into the bedroom, she ran the soft cloth over me, caressing me with it and my body went heavy with lust. This female was going to be mine.

The mating mark was one of the most important way to tell other males toback the fuck off.I’d been holding off on giving her that final binding mark between her neck and shoulder. The one that other males would be able to see from miles away—in case my scent on her wasn’t indication enough that she was taken. I’d only been giving her love bite marks, but after being separated, I knew that this was something we needed to discuss.

“Let me mark you, my Becca,” I said, and she tilted her head a little, licking her lips as she ran the cloth lower, drying my body. I grinned, satisfaction thrumming inside of me that my female was so distracted by my form. It boded well for how this conversation would go.

“Mark?” she asked, dragging the towel down my abs until she hit the top of my cock, making my breath hitch.

“Yes,” I murmured, burying my face against her damp hair.“Wear my permanent mark. Let me make you mine,” I didn’t intend to say the words in a pleading tone, but as she dropped the towel to take my cock in her hands, that’s how they sounded.

“Mmm,” she used my cock to steer me forward to the bed until she could sit, spreading her legs to make room for me.

I peered down at her, staring up at me with lust filling her eyes, and I lost my train of thought. Only when she turned her head to the side, running my cock across her cheek and baring her neck did I remember what I’d been trying to say.

I reached down, stilling her hands on me and she pouted. Pleasure filled me at the thought of my female wanting my cock so much that she couldn’t focus on our conversation.

“I want to mark you,” I explained, running my thumb across the soft skin of her neck that was bared to me. “Here. Tell me I can.” It was more of a demand than a request, but the rut that I’d been avoiding for weeks was hitting me like a freight train.

I needed to hold it back—especially if she said no—but my brain was telling me that it was what she wanted. It was the next step in our mating, and she would love every second of it.

I focused on her, straining to ignore the illicit whispers of my brain. “Becca?” I asked, using the towel that I still held in one hand to run along her shoulders and back. Then her delectable breasts, releasing a low groan at her sensitive, puckered nipples.

“A mark like Pen’s?” she asked, her voice curious and not holding a single shred of censure. My inner beast fist-pumped while I exhaled a relieved breath that my female’s best friend was also mated to an orc.

I released her hair from the confines of the hair tie so that it tumbled down her back, my gaze darkening as the soft silk surrounded her.

“Similar to Pen’s,” I told her, running my fingers through her hair. “But it’ll be ours. Every mating mark is different. Unique. It shows who you belong to.” I watched her eyebrows swing up inquery and I rushed to add on, “and who belongs to you.”

She gave a little nod of satisfaction and I beamed at her. “Do you like thinking that I’ll belong to you, my Becca?”

“I thought you already did,” she licked her lips and I was putty in her hands as she tugged me forward by my cock again. I would goanywherethis female led me, but especially when she was aiming me toward her mouth.

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