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Although, with a couple of orclings, we’d want more room than was available here.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I wanted to savor what we had now, which was each other.

“Your knot’s getting bigger,” she said. “Does it do that?”

“Actually, mate, my knot has gone down. My cock, however, is eager for another taste of your sweet pussy.”

“I don’t think we should deny your cock, do you?” She rolled to my side and then climbed over me, straddling my waist. Rising over me, she centered my cock at her opening and sunk down.

I slipped right inside her, and we both groaned.

My spur latched onto her clit, and she jolted, her wide eyes meeting mine. The smile that teased across her lips made my heart clench tight. “You, my adorable orc, are quickly becoming addictive.”

Chapter 15

Cat

When I woke, Deegar wasn’t lying beside me. I sniffed the air, hoping to smell bacon or coffee, but no such luck.

“He needs more training,” I said with a laugh. Although, when considering what we’d done in my bed the night before, he was already an expert. I’d been with guys in the past, but none of them had touched me as deeply as him. I wasn’t teasing when I told him he was becoming addictive. I couldn’t imagine moving forward in life without Deegar beside me.

“Hello?” I called out in the kitchen. And in the living room.

No Deegar.

I stuffed my feet into my slippers and grabbed my little-used robe from the closet and stepped out onto the front porch. He wasn’t there either. Or in my tiny front yard or the area behind my house that was in sore need of mowing.

“Maybe he went to a coffee shop or . . . somewhere to pick up a treat to have with breakfast?”

I sunk into the porch swing where we’d snuggled and stared at the stars together, watching the street.

Two hours later, I was still there and getting worried.

After dressing, I made circles around the neighborhood. I went to the closed diner and even walked a mile or so in each direction on the beach.

By the time I returned home, I was sweaty and frantic. It only got worse when I found his phone lying on the kitchen counter. He wouldn’t leave without it. I knew this in my heart.

I called the police, but they said it was too soon to fill out a missing person’s report.

I fretted all afternoon and finally realized at about six that I’d eaten nothing all day.

I heated leftovers from the fridge and got teary while sitting on the front porch eating them.

At eleven, I made myself get ready for bed. The diner reopened in the morning, and it was beginning to look like I would be the sole server.

“Where are you, Deegar?” I whispered as I climbed under the covers. I hugged the pillow he’d slept on, sucking in his scent.

I didn’t try to hold back my tears.

Two days later,I’d filed a missing person’s report with the police and ran my tail off at the diner keeping up with business.

“Where’s Deegar?” everyone asked. You’d think I hadn’t worked here alone for the past year, that he was the only server.

“I hope he’s back soon,” Wilfred said with a frown.

So did I.

After work, I trudged home and slumped on the front porch—notsitting on the swing. That was where I’d fallen in love, and I didn’t dare touch it.

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