Page 17 of Bread with the Orc
I frowned as my fingers swiped across the tiny keyboard. “Why wouldn’t you?” I wrote.
A pause. Then her response came through.
What happened yesterday was extremely unprofessional. I’m sorry, Dorvak.
Ah. I felt one corner of my lips tug upward into a smirk.
I told you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed around me, love.
Yeah, but I’ve never done…THAT. I mean, I’ve never done it without the guy expecting something in return.
I was back to frowning in confusion. “Like what?” I typed. Humans were confusing sometimes. A longer pause followed, and I wondered what she was thinking.
Like…reciprocity. A handjob or SOMETHING.
A surprised bark of laughter burst out of me as my fingers flew.
It was all about you, love. And trust me, there’s so much more where that came from.
Those three little dots showed up on my screen, telling me Laney had read my message and was replying. Or thinking about replying. I realized I was holding my breath, praying to the old gods that I’d said the right thing. That I could convince her…
Finally, her message came through.
I want that. I want more, if you’re serious about it, Dorvak. If you don’t think it’ll screw up our working relationship. That was…remarkable.
Ithadbeen remarkable, hadn’t it?
I knew bringing my Mate pleasure wouldn’tscrew up—as she said—our working relationship. If anything, it would show her what to expect from me, show her howperfectly we meshed. Once we were Mated, once the Mating Heat was satisfied and she carried my kitling, our bond would be unbreakable; she would feel me, know me, understand me well enough to work perfectly together.
And I would devote my life to her happiness.
Laney, I promise you SO much more. We’ll take things slow, and work our way up to the point where you can take me.
What?
My lips twitched. Surely she wasn’t surprised that this was what I’d meant when I spoke of bringing her pleasure?
Love, I’m big. A LOT bigger than human men. We’ll have to work our way up to the point where you can take me.
Dorvak…
I have an orc dildo. I can take you.
Gods below.
Gods below.
I stumbled slightly, my knees suddenly weak at the thought of my Mate pleasuring herself with a replica of my cock. How long had she had it? How did she work her way up to being able to fit it into her sweet pussy? Why had she purchased it?
I had so many questions, and every single one of them paled before the most obvious: What would she look like takingmycock?
My breathing was too fast and myKteerhowled in glee in my chest. I realized I was standing, completely nude in my kitchen, with the claws of one hand digging into the skin of my chest, trying to calm my heart.
Gods below, she had an orc dildo.
I couldn’t wait.
In my hand, my phone dinged again, and I lifted it in a bit of a daze.
