Page 71 of X'nath

I curled my lip at his derogatory slander, about to shove my spear into his chest when X’nath let out an almost imperceptible whistle. Immediately Yargol landed on my shoulder, stopping me from moving forward.

The man let out a string of curses, his eyes fluttering from the loss of blood, and suddenly his death didn’t seem as satisfying as I thought it would be.

“Lak’osh,” X’nath cooed. “Come to me.”

Yargol jumped off my shoulders and I did as he bade. He positioned me with my back to his front, his arms wrapped around me as I let go of my spear and gripped the hilt of his secondary blade, his large hands covering mine.

“I want you to let go,lak’osh,” he said seductively. “I want to offer this sacrifice as a goodbye to your old life, as a promise to embrace your new one… with me by your side.”

My hands shook. As much as I fantasized about my revenge, I had never truly killed anyone before. The man lay beneath me, rolling head side to side, moaning in agony.

“You are mine,lak’osh,” he whispered as if we were both lying in bed after a long session of sex and debauchery. “Nothing that happens after this will change that. But I figured this is better than laying the heads of your enemies at your feet as a token of my love.”

“X’nath, I?—”

X’nath gently grabbed my face with one hand and turned my lips to his, passionately kissing me as if we didn’t have a dying man before us. His lips danced against mine, his tusks brushing against my face as he covered my hands again and aided me in driving the blade into the man’s throat.

The gurgles and coughs pulled me from my reverie but X’nath growled and forced my attention on him, his tongue invading my mouth with a purpose.

I gasped the warm blood made the blood slip from my grip, X’nath turning me until we landed on the ground beside the slaver with my back to the ground and my mate on top of me.

It was so wrong, yet it felt so right. My body ignited with a raw, carnal desire for the orc who would burn the world for me with just a single word from my lips—lips that were currently chanting my name in worship as it traveled down the slope of my neck.

His strong legs trapped both of mine, allowing his hands to quickly divest me of my boots. He tossed it aside and ripped down my leggings, while he simply untied his at the waist, pushing it down just enough for his cock to spring free.

I snaked my hand between us and stroked it roughly, loving his weight in my palm as his mouth continued to devour mine, smearing blood between us.

“Open up for me,lak’osh, it’s time for me to worship you again,” he panted against me.

"Gar'roshgu," I whispered in Orcish,my heart belongs to you. It was a phrase I had been perfecting after secretly asking old Borba for help. Deep down, I knew my fight with X’nath wouldn’t last, no matter how much I pretended to stay mad. X’nath had stormed through my life, forcing me to embrace a life worth living—one where I stood by his side as an equal partner.

The statement made him pause, his gaze locking onto mine, searching my soul for something. A wave of nervousness washed over me, unsure if I had made a mistake, even though my rational mind told me it wasn’t possible. And then, after the last cough and gurgle from the slaver, X’nath’s face broke into the brightest, most genuine smile, one that made him appear much younger than his battle-worn skin suggested.

“Gar’roshgu tu,” he replied, and my smile broke free, wide and uncontrollable—the exact way he always made me feel when he was around me.

Before I could think about anything else, X’nath thrusted his hard cock inside of me vicously, his hard pounding scraping my back against the rough ground. My pleasure climbed quickly, the way it always did when he was this ravenous, as if trying to prove a point, trying to bury his very essence into my very spirit. He peppered love bites across my shoulder as I opened my eyes and stared at the stars above us.

With a twist of his hips, he grabbed one of my legs and opened me wider, ramming into between my legs as if he could make a permanent impression of his cock inside my womb.

“X’nath,” I breathed.

“Lak’osh,” He growled, smearing the blood on his hands between us, pinching and pulling my clit feverishly.

My climax hit me within the next few moments and I bit into his shoulder to muffle my cries, afraid it would further draw monsters to us during the deed. With each wave that hit me, my teeth dug in further, making him groan in ecstasy as he filled me up with his spend until it dripped between us onto the forest floor.

When he pulled out of me, I whimpered with the loss of him. He let out a chuckle before pulling another small blade from his other thigh, handing it to me. I looked at him questioningly, wondering what he wanted me to do with it since the slaver was probably already dead and in hell by this point.

“The scars on the body of a warrior are a testament to his battles, but the scars on his cock are a testament to the rewards of his victories by much different means,” he grinned arrogantly.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this information. I knew he had a life before me, but…

He guided my hand down to his still erect cock and ran the sharp end around his shaft.

“Ish om’gara,” he purred, licking the blood off my cheek.It’s a right of honor.

Shaking my head at him, I caught his lower lip between my teeth and dragged the blade gently across his flesh, savoring the hiss that escaped him.

"Lak'osh, you wield with the same fiery passion that burns within you," he laughed, taking the blade from me and resheathing it.

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