Page 66 of Bound to the Orc King

I’m glad she’s finally getting some answers as to how to use her powers, but did it have to be the dragon with two cocks?

“Go on. We’ve got this.” Shadow elbows me in the ribs, startling me. When I frown at him, he just grins.

“Go to May.” Rune waves me toward my bride. “You know you want to.”

When did these two become so familiar? Over the past several weeks, they joined me and my guard in daily warrior training. They’re already formidable fighters in their animal forms, but they wanted to learn how to fight as proficiently in their upright were forms as well. They often joined us at the village pub afterward, partaking in other new delights, such as ale.

The cat sith treats everyone with the same regard—as in, not much. And while the cu sith is more deferential to my station as king, I’m nothisruler. It’s meant that both of them have treated me with a familiarity I don’t often receive.

I quite like it. Somewhere along the way, they’ve become friends.

“Remind me to buy you a pint when we get back to the pub,” I say.

“You’ve got it.” Shadow grins.

As I head toward my bride, the two of them start bickering again, Shadow teasing Rune that he wears orc clothes better. “I knowIlook fabulous in anything, but I’m not sure blue is your color.”

I snort and shake my head.

Before I can reach May by the edge of the pond, Naomi appears in front of me. “I’m back!” she yells. “Who’s ready to go?”

May leaps up and runs over to wrap her friend in a hug. “Oh, my god! What was it like to ride a dragon?”

“It was fan-fucking-tastic!” Naomi squeals. “I can’t believe this is my life now.”

“I met a dragon, too.” May grins wide and leans forward to whisper, “He was naked at first, and you’re right. He’s got two dicks.”

They break into giggles, and when May catches me scowling from several feet away, she rolls her eyes and mutters, “Stupid orc hearing.”

“I heard that,” I say.

“You were meant to!”

“Hi, Luke,” Naomi calls out.

He finishes rolling up his scrolls and shoves them into his hidden pocket. Then he stomps up to Naomi. “You will take me to Sheevora now.”

“No, she won’t.” I move forward quickly to intercept.

“I demand to be able to report to my leader.” The dragon’s eyes flare, his red wings lifting from his back.

“And I demand to not be left out of anything you have to report about Avalon,” I say. “Especially considering it’s the orc’s home realm, not yours.”

We glare at each other for stretched moments, but I refuse to back down.

“Fine,” Lukendevener says. “It will be easier to tell the tale only once, anyway.”

I turn to Naomi. “You can’t take him until the rest of us are there.”

“I gave you my word!”

“You also gave your word to aid Naomi and Wranth in their quest to reopen the doors of Faerie. Yet you conveniently forgot that vow as soon as you gained access to the dragon’s home realm.”

“I had orders.”

I don’t respond, letting my silence speak for itself.

He stalks off, into the trees, and only once he’s out of range of sensitive fae hearing do I say to Naomi, “You’ll also take him last so that I can keep Wranth from punching him and creating a diplomatic incident.”

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