Page 15 of Running from the Orc
“’Tis time to teach ye a lesson, lass,” I growled, and I saw her nostrils flare. “Ye ran from me.”
“I did,” she immediately answered. “And you chased.”
Chase.
Hunt.
Catch.
Pin.
Take.
Mine
That primal need rose again and I tightened my hold, pulling her closer.
“I’m no’ sorry.”
My lips were inches from hers, and I could still smell her arousal. I wondered if even she was aware of her response to me. Surely ‘twas why her pupils dilated, why her breaths were coming quicker.
Then her tongue brushed across her lips again, and I growled in surrender.
My mouth slammed down into hers, and I held her there as I ravaged her lips. My tongue wasn’t gentle, not like yesterday. I suckled at her lower lip, I scraped my tusks along her soft skin…
And she whimpered. Whimpered withneedand pressed herself up on her toes, trying to get closer.
My firebrand wanted more.
I would give it to her.
But first I would teach her a lesson.
I yanked her hair back, pulling her away with a gasp. My lips followed, however, traced along her jaw, finding her earlobe. I’d wanted to explore this part of her, and now I did. My tongue followed the outer swirl, and I felt her knees buckle.
“Ye’re sorry ye ran from me, aye?” I growled.
Not giving Roxanna time to answer, I suddenly straightened. As she panted, eyes glazed with desire, her cunny perfuming the air with its sweet honey, I gently pushed her to her knees.
Carefully I unwrapped my hand from her hair and pressed my palm to the back of her head, my thumb caressing her scalp as she tipped her head back to look up at me.
“Ye’re sorry ye ran from me, Roxanna. Aye?”
Her nod was vague, as if she couldn’t quite processwhat was going on.
I dropped my hand from her head and stepped closer to her. My cock strained against the inside of my kilt, tenting the thing obscenely. I shifted until I was standing before her, my hips only inches from her.
“Isaid, ye’re sorry ye ran from me, aye, Roxanna?”
“I…” She licked her lips, then swallowed, her gaze finally dropping from mine to the kilt-covered erection a mere breath from her lips. “I am sorry,” she whispered.
“And ye’re going to be a good lass and show me how sorry ye are. Because I caught ye, and now ye’re mine.”
Roxanna’s breath caught as she understood my demand.
“Aye, lass,” I growled. “Be a good girl and show me how sorry ye are.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and Iknewher anger was about to return. My firebrand would blast me, show me she’d taken the threat seriously.
