Page 11 of Wagered to the Orc
As if he was admiring me.
I swallowed.You can do this, Effie. For your safety. You have endured worse.
A small part of me whispered the reminder: Korvak’s hands were strong, aye, but they had been naught but gentle thus far. He had even been kind enough to realize when he had gripped my bruises and move his hold.
Mayhap being tupped by a gentle male would not be so horrible?
His gaze, which had been locked on the junction of my thighs, snapped suddenly to mine. Could hesomehow sense my moods? Could he sense that the thought of being taken by him was not so abhorrent?
I needed to be brave.
“Korvak,” I began, but he suddenly thrust himself to his feet. “What?” I asked, startled by his movement.
“Ye’ve never said my name afore.”
Ah. My tongue darted out from between my lips and his gaze dropped to my mouth.
“Master.”
His nostrils flared, and for the first time, I could see the bulge beneath his kilt. Aye, he was not unaffected. I told the heat between my thighs that this was agoodthing.
“Master,” I repeated. “You…I am yours, aye?”
“Aye,” he rasped, gaze still on my mouth.
Experimentally, I ran my tongue over my lower lip and he stumbled forward, as if pulled to me.
This meant he now loomed over me, and I decided ‘twas easier to focus on his chest than tip my head back to meet his dark stare.
“I…I would beg a boon.”
“Anything, Effie,” he rasped.
Say it. “If…if you are going to take me, I would like it to be now.”
“Now?” he growled. “What?”
A little braver, I dragged my gaze to his chin. “Please? The suspense of not knowing what to expect, when to expect it…”
My voice trailed off and I snuck a peek up at him.
Korvak lookedconfused.
“Please, Master,” I whispered, hating the way my voice caught in my throat. “If you plan to slake your urges with my body…” I swallowed again then hesitantly reached out, placing my fingertips on his chest. “I am yours, and I will do my best not to cry or fight.”
Somethingwhooshedout of him, somewhere between a snort and a huff. As if he was laughing at me, although his face was pulled into his habitual scowl.
“Ye are offering yer body to me?”
I had said that, had I not?
“It belongs to you. You won me in you wager, did you not?”
His dark gaze studied me. “Ye’re saying that if I tore yer clothing from ye and threw ye on that bed and pushed my cock between yer legs and fooked ye hardand fast…ye’d no’ cry?”
Oh.
Oh my.
