Page 14 of Running from the Orc
Mayhap ‘twas because Ihadtrusted her, or mayhap ‘twas myKteerwas throbbing in my chest, demanding I take what was mine.
Or mayhap I’d just had enough.
Whatever the reason, this time I didn’t laugh at her audacity.
This time, this wasn’t a game.
This time, I tipped my head back, allowed my claws to extend, and Iroaredmy frustration to the pinkening sky.
This primal need shocked me, and I shook my wet hair, not even questioning the urge. MyKteerhad saved me in battle, triggering my moves before I understood them, and now was no different.
This wasvisceral, this impulse to run. I took off after Roxanna without even stopping to check thesigns of her passage.
I didn’t need my senses for this hunt. ‘Twas as if I knew where she was without having to see, hear, scent.
It was a knowing.
She was ahead of me, panting as she tripped through the small thicket. The white of that chemise flowing behind her, catching on bushes, was a beacon in the gathering dusk.
Chase.
Hunt.
Catch.
Pin.
Take.
Mine.
Roxanna cried out as I reached her, grabbing her by her arm and spinning her around until she slammed into me.
Her blue eyes were wide, and the longer I crushed her to me, the more they changed. I saw the fear leave them, to be replaced with…something else. Her small tongue darted out to caress her lips, as if nervous, and I felt her breathing calm.
She wasn’t afraid of me.
Mayhap she should be.
I wouldn’t hurt her, but if she didn’t believe that, mayhap she would cease running from me. MyKteerdemanded I teach her a lesson, to keep her with me.
And as my cock throbbed beneath my kilt, where it was pressed against her stomach, I had a thought.
With a growl, I tossed her over my shoulder again. This time she didn’t struggle, but a little whimper escaped her lips.
And her cunny…
Torvor’s Hammer, her cunny was so close. So close to my mouth I couldtasteher. Her arousal teased my tongue, assaulting my senses, making me stagger back toward the waterfall and our camp.
Roxanna said naught and didn’t fight me. I reached the plaid she’d laid out when she’d pretended to sleep, and I hefted her from my shoulder. Her feet hit the ground, but I held onto her arms until I knew she was steady.
Her breasts heaved beneath that damp linen, and I could see the dark circles of her nipples. My mouth watered at the sight, but myKteerdemanded her obedience.
“Varkaan?” she whispered.
Instead of answering, I reached for her hair, wrapping the damp mass once around my hand, forcing her head to jerk backuntil she was staring up at me wide-eyed. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, but I still saw no fear in her expression.
That was my firebrand.
