Page 16 of Wagered to the Orc
“I dinnae want ye the way ye were offering, Effie,” I said gently, shifting my hips so her hand fell away. “I am used to being reviled, used to females only offering…” I trailed off, shaking my head. Such topics were too painful. “Ye are no’ my slave, and I wasnae going to fook ye because I own ye.”
Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound emerged.
Mayhap she didn’t understand. The goddess knew,Ididn’t fully understand my response to this tiny female.
Shaking my head again, I turned away and moved behind the screen to prepare for bed. ‘Twas my preference to sleep in the nude, and despite my assurances to Effie that I wasn’t going to take what she’d offered, I decided not to alter my habits for the simple reason that Ilikedthe feel of the blankets on my skin.
Without another word, I climbed into the bed and rolled to face the wall. Beneath my right arse cheek I could feel the lump of the scroll I’d found the other day. Clearly Effie had brought it into the cottage, but I didn’t know why or what the meaning was.
But from the moment I pulled it out and saw the wicked illustrations, the delicious acts portrayed on the scroll, myKteerhad insisted on imaginingherin those positions.
My wee human hadn’t flinched away when I’d put her hand on my cock. But she’d only offered herself to me because she felt obligated, aye?
So why does she have a collection of illustrated sexual positions? Why has she hidden it from ye?
Mayhap shewasinterested in such things.
The possibility was remarkably appealing.
I needed to ask her about it. But not now.
‘Twas only thanks to my keen hearing that I was aware of her puttering about the cottage, preparing for bed. I wondered if she’d curl up by the hearth as she’d threatened.
After a while, I felt the mattress dip, and managed to resist the urge to crow.
Effie was sleeping with me.
When she curled up, her back brushed against mine and I sucked in a breath at howcoldher skin was.
“I am sorry,” she whispered.
Then her bare feet brushed the backs of my thighs, and I groaned aloud. “Torvor’s Hammer, ye are frigid, lass.”
I felt her scoot farther away, toward the edge of the bed…and didn’t touch the covers. Gods below, by now the entire mattress was shaking from the force of her shivers.
Sighing hugely, I rolled over and captured her. I wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against my chest, tucking her head against my shoulder and throwing one leg over both of hers to warm them.
She stiffened at the contact, but I was careful not to move, and slowly she relaxed.
Now, if only I could convince my cock to do the same. The damned thing throbbed incessantly against the small of her back, and I know she could feel it, judging by that sweet scent of her arousal.
Her shivering slowed, and I couldn’t help the way my hold on her tightened.
She was so delicate, and mine to protect.
Aye,mine, despite my insistence I didn’t own her.
Who was I trying to convince?
Chapter 5
Korvak
“Korvak, may I ask you something?”
I thought she was asleep. Her whisper was so low, I barely heard it, and supposed she was being quiet in caseIhad fallen asleep.
As if I could sleep with her in my arms like this.
