Page 20 of Bound to the Orc King

I’m back in the tent, Aldronn’s body a vibrating line of tension thrumming against me. Fuck. He’s coming.

And it’s hot as sin.

He jolts awake, his arm banded around me, pulling me closer to his pumping hips. Then he jerks away with a muttered curse.

I sit up and turn toward him.

A scowl creases his brow, and he scrubs a hand across the top of his head.

Things go awkward as hell, and my body’s still buzzing from the power of my orgasm. I need to think.

I scramble for the tent opening. My ankle boots sit just inside beside Aldronn’s much larger pair. I pull them on and leap up to grab the cleaning cloth before trotting into the woods to use the bathroom. Once done, I wet the cloth in the creek, and magic shivers through the air as it returns to pristine brightness. ThenI wash my face with the cool water, but it doesn’t help any. My mind still whirls.

Starfall crops grass about halfway across the field, having “mowed” a large area around the campsite, but her movements lack the rushed urgency of yesterday evening. She must have been really hungry.

I give her a wave, kind of hoping she’ll head over and keep me from needing to face Aldronn alone while my mind’s still spinning. But no such luck. In fact, she trots toward the far side of the field.

With a sigh, I head back to the camp. Aldronn tends the fire, fully dressed but not wearing his crown. He hands me a hot mug of peppermint tea. While I sip it, he starts cooking something that looks like oatmeal.

The tea is hot, and even without caffeine, the mint has enough zing in it to help wake up my brain.

My eyes flick toward the tent. What in the world happened in there? Did I enter his dreams? Is that part of my witch power?

What does he think happened? I grip my necklace and close my eyes, but no matter how hard I strain, I can’t hear anything. Stupid magic. Still erratic. It figures—I get a rad new power, and it’s as much of a hot mess as the rest of my life.

The longer he sits there stirring the oatmeal without saying anything, the more hyper I get, until I can’t hold it in any longer.

“Whatwasthat?” I fling a hand toward the tent.

His dark eyes snap to mine. “You experienced it, too?”

“The dream sex?” I huff. “Umm, yeah. Only it didn’t feel like a regular dream. It was too…”

“Too vivid? Too real?” He nods, his voice dropping to a deep growl. “I know what you taste like, little queen.”

“Back at ya, big guy.” God, even his come tasted good, like creamy caramel. It’s not fair. This guy has to have at least one flaw, besides being bossy, that is.

“So we both dreamed the same thing,” he says, easy as you please. “First, I licked you. Then you sucked me.”

My thighs clench, and all I can manage is a breathy, “Yep.”

“I’ve never done any such thing before, so it must have been you.” He ladles hot cereal into a bowl and hands it to me. “Good.”

“Why good?”

“I feel better knowing you initiated it.” He looks smug. “I like my women willing.”

The after echo sounds as loud as his regular voice, but his lips don’t move.“And begging for my cock.”

“Trust me, big guy. If we have sex, I’ll be willing.” I swirl the spoon through the oatmeal without scooping any up and bring it to my mouth to lick at the thin film. It’s nutty and savory instead of sweet but not bad.

Even better, Aldronn’s eyes lock onto my mouth, fascinated.

I give another lick and say, “But I’ll never beg.” Mr. Bossy Pantssodoesn’t need the ego boost of that.

“We’ll see, little queen.” He smirks and brushes his long hair back from his face. “We’ll see.”

Riding today is even more uncomfortable than the day before. My body buzzes with a constant awareness of Aldronn, his thighs pressing against mine, the way I rock back into his chest, the firm grip of his hand splayed across my stomach, his fingers so long the tip of his pinkie grazes the top of my pubic bone.

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