Page 117 of Orc's Possession
“I want to make love to you, my sweet orc, but I’m so tired.”
“Sweet? This is not a word to describe an orc, or your grak.”
“But my mate, yes?”
A slight growl escapes me, to which she smiles. I still don’t fully understand this female, but I’ll enjoy learning more about her every day.
“I want to please you,” she adds.
“You do, very much.”
“You know what I mean. But I am tired. If you want to be intimate, I think you might have to do all the work.”
“An invitation I cannot refuse.”
I don’t remove my loin cloth. With my female spread out in front of me like a feast, tempting me, that thin piece of leather is my last line of defense. My body isn’t a patient one, but my female comes first. I will not risk her health more than I already have.
I was a fool, losing faith in her and in myself. I should have followed my instincts after being shot, chased after her and brought her back with me. I misread the situation in part because I’ve never believed I’ve had enough goodness in me for a female to truly love me. Paloma’s shown me how wrong I’ve been.
She’s my graka, my mate, my heart for as long as I live and beyond. We are tied to one another, even without this child she carries. Nothing and no one will ever separate us again. I won’t allow it.
“Spread your legs, female. I mean to taste every inch of you.”
My Paloma, the keeper of my heart and soul, spreads her legs. I place the flat of my tongue against her cunt and lick her slowly, savoring the taste. My ears listen to the music of her moansbefore my female comes around my tongue. My cock throbs, but my soul thrums, as does my female.
“You’ve changed, Atox.”
“I am the same male who last fucked you.”
Except I’m not. Ihavechanged. I should go back and kill all the males in the human colony given how they treated my mate and youngling, but I won’t. I’m not the angry vengeful male who raised me. I’m more than my rage and hatred. Better than my father. Better because of my lovely mate who doesn’t realize how she’s made me a better male, a better orc. She’s taught me tolerance and more importantly, that I can be what my mate and people need.
“No, there’s something more to you now. You’re more patient. Tolerant.”
“Patient?” I question, flashing my tusks at her. My heart soars at seeing a shiver of pleasure move through her. “Yes, my female, I’m patient. But only until you’re healed. Then I will take you, over and over.”
“Promise?”
“Two promises in one day?”
“Yes,” she says with shining determination.
“You have my word. As your grak and your mate.”
I proceed to taste my female, reminding us both of what we have together… and what we nearly lost.
“You’re mine, Paloma. Forever.”
“And you’re mine,” she repeats, with a glint in her eyes that tells me what I’ve known since the first day I saw her.
This female, my queen, my little warrior Paloma, is more than the female who will save my people. She’s the female who will save me. She is and always will be my destiny and the keeper of my heart.
EPILOGUE
PALOMA
After spending a week in our chamber, my overprotective mate finally lets me venture out of the mountain. And that is only because Ossa declared me strong enough. I’ve been doing nothing but eating and sleeping. Glorious, uninterrupted, restful sleep tucked safely in Atox’s arms.
But I’m restless. Anxious. We’ve been hearing yelling in the tunnels.
