Page 34 of My Orc in Uniform

But what she asked was, “What doesdah-carmean? You keep using it.”

Ah.

Well, she was right. We were alone out here in the middle of the ocean, the stars bright above us, and a cozy fire to warm us. Whynottell her how I felt?

I swallowed, knowing I was about to make the single most important confession of my life. “It meansbeloved.”

She huffed slightly, and I could feel her warmth through my shirt. “Likesweetheartorhoney?”

Taking a deep breath, I held the scent of Rissa on my tongue. “No. Orc males…we only usedkaarto refer to our Mates.”

For a long moment, she didn’t respond, and I realized I was holding my breath. Then she hummed, and I felt myself exhaling. Slowly, hesitantly, I began to rub her shoulder again, then her neck.

Finally, she stirred. “So…does that mean we’re like…exclusive?”

My caress moved to her neck, and when she moaned under her breath and dropped her head forward, I smiled. “It means there will never be another female for me, Rissa.”

“Oh yeah?” She lifted her gaze to mine, her lips twitching just slightly. “And that’s why you’re massaging me?”

“I’m trying to distract you from your panic.”

She wriggled on my lap. “It’s working.”

When that perfect ass of hers cradled my cock, my fingers involuntarily stiffened, clasping her neck. Thesweet scent of her arousal floated through the air, and I swallowed down my growl.

Instead, I forced my fingers to move again, to dig into the back of her head, to tug her hair just slightly, as my other hand slid up her thigh.

“So you’re not panicked anymore?” I rasped.

“Mmmm.” She wriggled again, and this time, her hands rose to rest on my chest as she tipped her head back, her lips parted. “I’m thinking about something else now.”

My hand slid up her side. “Something good?” I whispered, just before my palm cupped her tit.

“Very good,” she moaned, leaning into my touch.

MyKteercrooned in relief, knowing I’d confessed myself to my Mate, and I leaned down to capture her lips with mine. Her arm rose around my neck, and she twisted until she was almost facing me, my cock throbbing against the warmth of her pussy.

As we kissed, my hands slid inside her shirt—insidemyshirt—until I could touch her skin. I hesitated when I reached her bra, and she pulled away long enough to whisper, “It snaps in the front.”

And I nearly laughed in relief.

I released her breasts with an audible sigh from both of us, which turned into a moan as I cupped them. Gods of the ancestors, they felt so fuckingperfectin my palms!

“Rissa,” I murmured against her jaw as I dragged my tusks along her skin, causing her to shiver with need. “I can think of a way to distract you for the next few hours.”

Humming, she rocked forward, her blue-jeans-encased thighs cradling me. “I want that,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Simbel,” she moaned as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “This is probably a bad idea, reckless, but…” Another moan of surrender. “Please.”

“Please, what,dkaar?”

Say this is more than just a distraction for you.

She lifted her head with a gasp, and her gaze met mine. “Make me yours.”

MyKteerhowled in joy, and I grinned. “Gladly, Mate.”

Chapter Twelve

Marissa

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