Page 12 of Wagered to the Orc
The King’s Gambit, from the Harlot’s Guide. That was what he was describing, was it not?
My heart, already pounding strongly, began to speed in excitement at that description.
“I…” My throat was dry. Everything was dry…except my cunny. For some reason, just hearing those words from his lips had made liquid heat pool in my core. “I will do my best,” I managed, pressing my palm against his chest.
Why did my breasts suddenly ache? I had to resist the urge to touch them, to squeeze them.
“Effie…” His hand rose to rest on my shoulder, claws so close to my throat. “Ye’re saying ye’ll no’ fight me?”
At that moment, IknewI would not fight him. Hell, I was trying to resist the urge to press my mouth to his chest, to taste his skin. Mutely, I shook my head.
One of his claws traced up the side of my neck, then his fingers were at the back of my head, threading through the hair I had taken down. For him.
“And what if I wanted to use yer mouth instead?” he whispered, suddenly harsh, fingers tightening in my hair, pulling my head back to stare up at him. “If I pushed ye to yer knees and fooked yer mouth? Naeconsideration to yer needs or yer pleasures? Ye’d allow that?”
Oh God. I pressed my thighs together in response to the sensation such a humiliating threat caused. Why? Why was I responding this way to him?
The Supplicant Swan. John had used my mouth that way a few times and it had never been pleasant…but the thought of Korvak doing it…
“Answer me,” he commanded, tugging slightly on my hair. “Ye’d no’ fight me?”
“Nay,” I moaned, chewing on my lower lip.
“Why no’?” he growled, lowering his face close to mine. “Why would ye no’ fight such an act from a monster like me?”
“Because,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at him. “Because I am yours.”
If I had not been so close to him, I might have missed the flash of green deep within the black of his eyes. I might have missed the momentary flash ofwant, of wistfulness, which crossed his face before he abruptly straightened and pulled his hand from my hair.
“Well, ye should,” he snapped, stepping away from me. “Ye should be repulsed at thethought of my touch.”
I could see his cock clearly now, straining against his kilt, and the size of it made my cunny clench again. I shouldnotbe responding to this orc in such a way, but I was. Mayhap ‘twas my body acknowledging the inevitable and attempting to make the experience better?
Because I suddenly knew, if Korvakdiduse my body the way John had, it would not be painful.
I took a deep breath and raised my gaze to his, as defiant as I could. “You are no monster, Master,” I told him softly, sure of my words.
His hand dropped to his erection, fingers wrapping around himself through the wool of his kilt, as if he planned to pull it out and act on his threats. And my traitorous body responded, the thrumming in my cunny matching the pounding of my heart.
Do it do it do it.
Just get it over with.
But whatever he was going to do to me wouldn’t be the horrible experience I dreaded, I knew. Korvak was not like John or even the other orc who had hurt me. He would protect me from them. ‘Twassmartto offer myself to him.
Which is why—I told myself—disappointment shot through me when he growled a curse and turned on his heel, stomping from the small cottage.
Leaving me alone.
I should be pleased.
I was not.
Chapter 4
Korvak
I slept alone.
