Page 14 of Bred By the Orc
And how mortifying ‘twould be if heknew.
As ‘twas, Drakolt treated me well, although as a prisoner. I was not allowed much privacy, and he never left me alone—we ate only the provisions he had packed. He treated me as if I washis, and there was no argument to be made. A foregone conclusion; he could treat me as he saw fit.
To my deep shame, I did not hate that.
It was the fourth day of our journey, the clouds looming over the sea at our back, that his hand crept up my body once more to land on my right breast. He cupped it nonchalantly, as if it belonged to him. As ifIand my body belonged to him.
I couldn’t swat him away.
Instead, I stiffened, every piece of me focused on the feel of his heavy hand on my breast. My bodice was dirty and wrinkled and askew, but he seemed content. I kept my gaze straight ahead, wondering if he could feel the way my heart hammered beneath his hand.
Slowly, his fingers began to move, kneading, exploring. He worked aside the lacing of my bodice and in a swift motion, pulled aside the silk panel to expose the chemise to the air.
I felt faint at his nonchalance, certain he would rip the linen of the chemise, touching me more lewdly…but he did not. The linen offered some protection from the heat of his fingers, but not much.
It was the way his breathing had altered that made my core flood with liquid desire, surely. That, and the way the pressure of his fingers increased, squeezing, kneading, palming me as if my body was his to do with as he pleased.
I shut my eyes, praying, although I was unsure of my petition. That it would be over soon? Or that I would not reveal how aroused I was by this careless ownership by a monster?
And then…
And then.
He found my nipple. Through my chemise, his thumb and forefinger closed around my nipple and rolled until evenIcould feel the way it pebbled. I couldn’t stop my groan ofneedas I arched into his hold, simultaneously thrusting my breast into his palm and my arse against his cock.
Which was hard.
He was touching me,claimingme, the way a male took a woman he desired.
And I was panting with confusion and need and desire myself, uncertain what this would mean for my future.
Was I giving in to my captor? Allowing him to touch me this way? Allowing him totakeme this way?
All I knew was that, in that moment, memories of the illustrations and descriptions fromA Harlot’s Guide to the Forbidden and Delightful Artsflashed through my memory…and for the first time I’d found a male I wanted to try them with.
God help me, I was lost to the bliss of his touch.
Chapter 6
Drakolt
An orc attacked head on. A true warrior had no need for subterfuge or subtlety. Which is why the last few days had been beyond difficult.
Iwantedto take my Mate, to bring her the pleasure she deserved. But I knew she didn’t trust me yet, and I would have to show restraint. My delicate campaign to wear down her resistance with caresses and temptation was working.
When I finally claimed her tit for myself, her response told me everything I needed.
In the last few days, I’d learned that the scent of Sorcha’s arousal was the most delicious thing I could have imagined. There was no question myMate was reacting to my touches and teases, although I hoped I was subtle enough she hadn’t realized I’d been doing it on purpose…
But there was no disguisingthiscaress. I held her breast as if it belonged to me, as if I had every right in the world to roll her nipple likethisor squeeze her flesh likethat.
The way she moaned and arched into my touch made myKteercrow with victory.
She was mine; or would be soon enough.
And when her hand crept downward toward the junction of her thighs, I had an idea how to make that a reality.
“Pretty human,” I crooned as the heel of her palm ground against her gown-covered mound. I spread my legs a bit, forcing her thighs open atop them, giving her better access. I could smell her arousal, knew her cunny was wet and weeping for her touch. Would that work? “Ye are so desperate, aye?”
