Page 72 of Bound to the Orc King

“It’s not as if you’ve gotten away with anything up until this point,” Starfall’s voice rings out.

“We can all hear you,” Lukendevener adds. “It’s excruciating.”

Shadow’s ratcheting purr laugh mixes with Rune’s amused snort.

“Oh, god.” May slaps her hands to suddenly pink cheeks.

I stroke a hand over her hair. “Do you regret it?”

“Nope!” She offers me one of her mischievous smiles. “No regrets.”

I kiss her again, pulling away only when I hear Starfall make pretend gagging noises as if she has hay stuck in her throat.

“I’ll go out first and bear the brunt of the teasing.” I adjust myself in my pants and make sure my untucked shirt covers the obvious tenting of my erection. After one last quick kiss, I roll from the tent to a series of chuckles and a dry “about time” from Starfall.

I don’t bother to hide my smirk as I stomp into my boots and set the cleaning cloth and a waterskin inside the tent for May in case she wants to clean up.

I bring my hand to my nose, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal, which does nothing to reduce the swelling of my cock.

Wranth slaps a hand to my back. “Good job!”

The other orcs look on, chuckling quietly to themselves as Shadow shakes with laughter.

I’m not used to being teased.

But it’s as my moon bound said. No regrets.

Once Naomi and Wranth leave on Sheevora and the hunters head out, Lukendevener leads May out into the tundra for training.

I follow, and Starfall ambles along with us as we pass the grazing unicorns.

When we reach a spot some distance from the camp, the dragon stops and spins to face May. “Let’s pick up where we left off yesterday. I want you to—”

“No,” I say. “I want to see the scrolls pertaining to mind reading.”

The dragon bristles, his wings rising and flaring wide. “I’ve already perused them and found the most reliable source of information. Jordean of Laravan is considered the foremost expert of his time.”

“I’m sure it is in terms of scholarship,” I say, hiding impatience behind a carefully neutral tone. “My bride, however, is not responding to this methodology. I think it’s worth trying others to see if another approach will help.”

“I agree,” she says.

Starfall lifts her head from where she’s been cropping grass. “Sounds reasonable to me.”

Luke glares at us for several more seconds, his foot tapping with impatience. Then he shrugs, the movement resettling his wings on his back. “Fine. You can look for other methodologies.”

His arm disappears into his hidden pocket and reemerges with several scrolls. He keeps one for himself and holds the remainder out to us. “I will read Jordean’s account again to ensure there’s nothing I’ve missed.”

I gather the scrolls and turn.

Starfall taps her horn on the ground, indicating the area she’s chosen. “There aren’t any bird nests in this bit.”

I nod thanks and spread out the scrolls, each five feet wide and several times that long.

My moon bound remains in front of the dragon, stretching out a hand. At Luke’s cocked eyebrow, she says, “The translation crystal, please.”

He digs it out and hands it to her, and she joins me. “Do you need this or can you read these?”

I stare at the first of the scrolls, lips pulling into a frown. The characters are familiar but slightly wrong, and there are entire words I don’t know. I reach for the crystal. “I better have it. This High Fae is an ancient form. I might misunderstand something important.”

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