Page 29 of Orc's Pretend Mate

His tongue is insistent as if he is savoring my skin. I’m bent back over his one arm holding me off the table. I can only get one hand onto the hem of my pants and, though it’s difficult, I work them down onto my hips.

Vapas doesn’t stop. His free hand grips my free tit. He grinds his hips against my crotch. I feel his hard cock straining to break free.

Fighting to get my pants off, my hand runs over my mound, accidentally pressing onto my throbbing clit. I gasp as I’m rocked by floods of sensation. Blinking and gasping, I wriggle my hips, which only intensifies the feelings.

Vapas lifts his head. The air is chill on my wet tit but our eyes meet and the fire burning in his is undeniable. I can’t wait. I wiggle and manage to get my pants over my hips.

He knows, senses, or somehow understands what I’m trying to do, lying me down onto the table. Stepping back he grabs the hem of my pants. Our eyes are locked onto one another and for the briefest of moments I think he’s going to stop this. The conflict is in his eyes as well as written on his face. His lips part and I know what he’s thinking. Know in a way that is an absolute certainty, that he’s going to say no and stop.

But before he speaks he inhales the heavy scent of musk and sex. His nose wrinkles and desire fills his eyes, washing away the doubts and uncertainties. It’s holding my own doubts and fears at bay too.

His claws scrape my skin and then he rips my pants off, throwing them to one side. An instant later, his pants drop with a jangle to the stone floor and his cock bounces as it drops.

His cock is big. Bigger than anything I’ve ever had. Trepidation makes my heart flutter, but I’m too ready and the need is too great. He steps forward, his eyes focused on my pussy.

My cheeks flush with warmth but instead of retreating like I would any other time, I spread my legs wider. The scent of my sex becoming stronger as I feel my lips part, inviting him in. He takes a step forward and the head of his cock pierces my outer labia.

Someone pounds on the door.

19

PHOEBE

Vapas’ growl is tinged with the edges of rage as we both jump. My heart is in my throat. Grabbing at my torn shirt I clench it closed in one hand. Vapas curses. I don’t know his language or the word he says but I know a curse when I hear it.

The pounding comes again, matching the rhythm of my heart. A loud thundering interspersing the lightning of fear striking my nerves. I bounce off the table and trip over my discarded pants, falling into Vapas.

My breasts smash against him as he hooks his hands under my arms to keep me upright. I look up, hoping to find certainty and confidence, but in that at least I am disappointed. He’s scared too.

My stomach hits the floor as the room spins. His hands tighten on me, and then he looks down. His frown is deep, worry lines creasing his forehead. He looks from me to the door as the pounding grows louder then back to me.

“Upstairs,” he orders.

“Vapas, I—” he doesn’t have to say anything, the look on his face stops the words.

What was I going to say anyway? I, what? I’ll help? Yeah, right.

He bends and pulls his pants up, fastening them. I grab my pants from the floor and run up the stairs to the bedroom.

Standing in the middle of the room, I don’t know what to do. I turn in a circle, looking for a weapon. Something to defend myself with, anything that might balance the scales at least a little. As if. The smallest Urr’ki is twice my size and I can only imagine that even their kids are stronger than I am.

Vapas barks something in Urr’ki. It’s loud and harsh but that’s not saying much. Their entire language sounds like that. He shuffles loudly across the floor and I know he’s doing it on purpose. Letting me know how much time I have.

I’m a mess, but there isn’t time to stand here like some too stupid to live damsel in distress. I need to do something. Something effective.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and count to ten. Slowing my breathing and my heartrate at least a little. When I open my eyes, I’m still nauseous, but that’s fine.

I straighten out the legs of my pants and get them back on. He’s almost to the door, feet still shuffling. I knot the ties to keep them in place, then look at my shirt. Damn it. I don’t have a replacement shirt. The other girls and I were ‘bait’ and our story was that we wandered too far on accident, leading to our ‘capture’ so that we could infiltrate the Urr’ki society. Not a story that lends itself to bringing along changes of clothes or supplies.

And my binder is downstairs. Bras became things from our former lives some years back since the crash. The ones we had or that survived having long since worn out and all of us ladies have resorted to makeshift binders to keep the mounds under control.

Shit…

A ripped up shirt, no binder, great. How about I just put my tits on display? Maybe that will distract whoever it is long enough for Vapas to… what?

He will protect me.

Like Todd did? Stand up for me? Protect me? Or…

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