Page 21 of Fated to the Orc

The little human female possesses the grip of a goddess. But it is not just her touch that makes my heart race.

It’sher.

Her scent. Her breath. Her veryessence.

I feel it in my bones. In the deepest part of me. This is more than desire, more than simple lust. It is something far greater and far more dangerous.

My orc instincts are telling me something incredible. Something raw, true, and undeniable.

This woman, this human female, is mymate.

My one and only fated mate.

The realization shakes me to my very core.

No orc has ever claimed a human mate. If the other clans knew, they would call it heresy. My own people might not even believe me.

And yet, there is not a single doubt in my mind. There is no question.

The only thing I care about isher.

Evelyn Carter.

I turn my head towards her and drink in the beautiful sight in front of me. Her blonde hair has fallen from its neat bun, stray strands curling against her flushed cheeks. Her full lips are parted, her breathing uneven.

And all the while,my seed drips down her cheeks.

A deep and primal satisfaction rumbles deep inside my chest. My essence marks her, claiming her.

She wipes at her face with a towel, muttering. “You could have warned me, you know.”

I grin, slow and satisfied. “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Yeah, in a cup. Not all over myface.”

I chuckle. “Works for me.”

She shakes her head, but there is laughter in her voice. “You’re unbelievable. This is the strangest job I’ve ever had, I’ll tell you that much.”

The feeling in my chest is warm and… unfamiliar. I like this. I like her laughter. I like hearing the joy in her voice.

I do not wish for this moment to end.

“When is the next session?” I ask.

Something changes in Evelyn’s eyes. Her smile fades as she answers hesitantly.

“I… don’t know. I have more than enough to do my research. More than I bargained for, in fact.”

My heart feels like it’s being ripped in two.

No.

“That can’t be true,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended.

She shifts uncomfortably. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

Tell me that this is not the last time I see you, Evelyn.

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