Page 22 of Wagered to the Orc
‘Twas such a simple thing, to scratch his scalp. Had no one ever done it for him?
He trains animals and prefers to live alone.
Mayhap he was as uncertain of others as I was.
By the time I deemed his hair sufficiently lathered, the entire front of my chemise was soaked through. I did not care because the sun was warm, but I suspected the wet linen was sticking to me in all the wrong places.
“Done,” I announced. “Take one last dunk.”
When he threw himself backward, the splash made me even wetter and I shrieked, backing up with laughter.
He emerged, shaking water drops from his hair, and I decided this orc looked like one of the old gods, all fierce and glistening and protective. The thought made my breath catch in my throat, made heat pool between my legs.
“Come here,” he suddenly growled, twisting and reaching behind himself to grab my wrist.
I stumbled willingly alongside him and almost whimpered at the heat in his gaze when he cocked his head back to stare up at me.
With him seated in the stream, the water flowing around us, his head was level with my navel. With his mouth so close to my body, I was suddenlyveryaware of how wet my chemise was…how transparent.
One of his hands settled on the back of my upstream thigh, as if anchoring me.
“Effie…”
I clutched at the soap, but my other hand dropped to his head, my fingers twining through his hair.
“Aye, Korvak?”
His voice was raspy. “Thank ye fortaking care of me.”
I swear, my heart melted just a bit at those words. As if no one had ever taken care of him.
It took me a few tries to clear my throat. “You deserve it.”
Somethingflickered in his eyes, something I couldn’t identify.
“So do ye.”
“Oh, Korvak.” My smile felt wobbly as I stroked his hair. “You take care of me.”
He suddenly swayed closer, his mouthso closeto my mound I swear I could feel his breath.
“I want to.”
I could not help the way I whimpered and rocked my hips forward until my pelvis brushed against his mouth.
And still, he held my gaze.
Without speaking, he used his hold on my thigh to move me around him. I understood, and stepped over his legs until I was straddling his thighs, standing downstream, in front of him.
My cunny a hairsbreadth from his mouth.
I knew I was wet from more than just the stream.
“Effie,” he said again, settling his hands on the backs of my thighs. “My pretty wee human.”
My hands settled on his head, because ‘twas all I could reach. Thanking God that Korvak was holding me up—because my knees were in very real danger of buckling—I swayed closer to him.
“I want to touch ye,” he admitted.
