Page 9 of Orc's Possession
“Come, female. We must leave the human colony before sundown.”
“He’s insulted us, Grak,” Verig says, in the human tongue this time. “Shall I kill him?”
“Leave him. Burn his home,” I order.
“No!” My female protests, her voice full of strength and determination now. She spreads her arms out wide, as if she thinks she can stop my warriors from burning the home.
“This is not your decision,” I snap at her for interfering, though I’m pleased she’s not as weak as the male.
“There are others inside. Innocents,” she says to me, not pleading, but stating in a level manner that makes me reconsider.Then, she turns swiftly to the councilman on the ground. “You started this. Be the leader you’re supposed to be.”
Holding his broken wrist, the human male rises. “You wanted a woman. Take her and leave, orc.” With his boot, he shoves the female toward me.
When her body crashes against mine, my hands grip her arms and I feel the softness of her body. I run my nose along her neck and hair drawing her scent into my lungs. Sweet with a hint of criff blooms, no foul stench like with other humans.
My cock grows at the thought of sinking into this female. I haven’t released inside or on a female in some time.
Lips quivering, she meets my eyes. With squared shoulders, she glares in defiance, not surrender. I will enjoy training this female to obey me.
“Atox?” Verig waits for my decision on whether to burn the house down.
I want this female.
“As long as the humans keep to their end of the deal, we’ll protect the humans’ border against the vints per the terms of the treaty. After this one bears a youngling for me, I’ll demand more females,” I say in Orcan, then switch to English. “Leave this despicable excuse for a home to the male with no honor.”
When I signal my men to mount their gorjas and prepare to leave, my female wrenches from my grip. Deep brown eyes that matches the color of the trees in the forests go wide when I stalk toward her.
She’s trapped between me and my men. Her eyes flare and her fists clench at her side. She has spirit, this one. I may enjoy breeding her after all.
CHAPTER FOUR
PALOMA
“Don’t you dare put your filthy hands on me,” I snap at the orc as he pulls the backpack from my shoulder and tosses it to one of his men. This beast thinks he owns me. Technically, he does, at least according to the terms of this disgusting treaty between our peoples.
“I will put my hands, my mouth, and my cock wherever I please,” the brute whispers low, his mouth tracing along my ear, sending an unexpectedly pleasant shiver through me.
The last time I slept with a man was three years ago, on Earth. Nicholas had been in his thirties and knew how to get a woman into his bed. But when he finished, he got rid of me as fast as he could. Said he didn’t want to be seen with me in public. I always wondered if that was because of my weight or because he was a one-night-stand slimeball always looking for the next hook-up.
This orc reminds me of Nicholas. Not physically, of course. But the attitude. I see it in his face; he’s repulsed by me.
The feeling’s mutual. I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me. We’re not dating. I’m being sold into sexual servitude. I don’tneed or want to impress him. Quite the opposite. If I can’t escape, my back-up plan will be straightforward. Making him hate me enough to get rid of me.
The wind changes direction and a cloud of foul odor from the smelly orc-horses strikes me harder than my father’s hand. I’m trying not to breathe as I glare at him, the orc who’s bought me.
He glares right back.
A contest of wills, then? Sure, I can do that. I’ve stared down each of my sisters when they tried to weasel their way out of chores. I’m an expert at this.
The massive male grabs me by the waist and tosses me over his shoulder like the proverbial sack of flour I’ve become. Despite my size, he carries me away with ease.
“Put me down!” I demand, pounding his lower back.
He ignores me and instead barks Orcan words from his tusk-laden lips to the other orcs.
They move as one, this horde, as they approach their mounts, massive beasts who stand taller and wider than any horse. Hides thicker than an armadillo’s stretch over long backs that can easily fit three humans. The beasts are as ugly as their owners.
Part of me wonders if an orc-horse’s six legs are needed to support its weight or give it an advantage in running. The most disturbing part about these beasts has to be the spiny horns running along the midline of their heads, and down the thick rat-like tails that drag along the ground. Those tails look deadly, like some medieval whip designed to embed the spines in a person’s flesh and inflict maximum damage when pulled out.
