Page 64 of Bound to the Orc King

“What can you tell me about your telepathy so far?” The dragon asks.

“It happened the first time with the Moon Goddess,” I say, then launch into the story of how she brought me to Alarria.

He nods while I talk, his brows pinched in thought. His arm disappears into his invisible pocket, his shoulder moving as if his hand searches for something. It emerges holding a massive rolled-up parchment, and he immediately reaches in for more.

Next, I tell him about her attack in the woods, the one that made us head north.

“Interesting. This might be the very first time anyone’s seen her manifest in daylight.”

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t find it that interesting if she gaveyoua migraine that lasted for days.”

Luke—because I’m already tired of calling him by his long-assed name—ignores my comment and says, “So you’ve only heard the goddess so far. That doesn’t sound like true mind reading to me.”

“Nope, you’re wrong.” I bristle. No way in hell did I finally get something as special as my new witch power and this asshole’s going to devalue it! “I’ve heard an ogre and Aldronn.”

“Recount those instances.”

I tell him all about the ogre, and how I knew he was lying.

Luke says, “And with Aldronn?”

“Well, uh.” I shoot Aldronn a “help me out here” glance.

“My bride and I share thoughts and feelings during… intimate moments.”

“Any other time?”

“A few,” I say. “When he caught me after I jumped off the standing stone. Some other times since.”

Luke leans forward. “What was the most recent?”

“It happened this morning. Sheevora flew off, and the wind from her wings was so strong it knocked me backward. Aldronn caught me, and I heard his thoughts.” His dirty, filthy thoughts, all about me on my knees sucking his cock. My thighs squeeze together.

“Were these lascivious thoughts?” The dragon cocks that eyebrow of his.

I shift on the soft moss. Fuck, I’m usually not shy, but admitting all of this to Mr. Arrogant is painful as hell.

“Yes.” Aldronn says, sparing me from needing to answer. “My thoughts were… lascivious.”

“Right, then.” Luke twists and opens one of the massive scrolls, the parchment spooling out across the green moss to display writing, each rune-like character as tall as my fingers. I don’t understand a single thing. He makes umming noises as he reads and gives lots of little nods.

I hold out as long as I can, but patience has never been my strong suit. “What is it? What does it say?”

His dark amber eyes meet mine. “I don’t think you’ve truly read minds except for the ogre.” I open my mouth to protest, and he holds up a hand. “I don’t mean you don’t have the ability. What I mean is that I don’t think you’ve actually used it yet. Not really.”

“Explain,” Aldronn says, his tone snapping with command.

“I think you communicated with the goddess successfully because of her great power,” Luke says. “She basically has such a loud mental voice you couldn’t help but hear her.”

“Okay.” I nod. “I can buy that.”

When Luke’s brow creases in puzzlement, Aldronn says, “It’s one of her colloquialisms. Continue.”

“I believe what you’re experiencing with Aldronn is happening because of your nascent mate bond.”

“Is there a way to be sure?” I ask.

“It seems as if touch helps your ability, so let’s test my theory.” Luke stretches out a hand. Once I grab it, he says, “I’m going to think one word over and over very loudly. Tell me what it is.”

---