Page 40 of Orc's Possession
I am not my father.
And yet I use his tactics.
I toss her over my shoulder and march back to my chamber, the anger of those memories building even as she slams her fists against my back.
“I will not hurt you, but youwillcede to my will, female.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ATOX IM GRAK
My female shouts a string of words that I have no context to translate even with my language chip. I race through the tunnels, taking the turns perilously fast to get her to the privacy of my chamber where I can discipline her in private.
“Put me down. I hate when you carry me like this!”
“Which is why I do it.”
She stops pounding her tiny fists against me. Acceptance? No vekking way. This female is too stubborn.
The orcs I pass as I carry my female through the tunnels stare at me but say nothing. They will not interfere, but I begin to question myself and how I’ve let my control over one tiny female slip away from me.
I’m grak. No one tells me what to do, least of all my female.
When I reach my bedchamber, I set her down. “Strip.”
“No.”
The flaps at the top of her tunic already expose more of her flesh than I want in front of other males, but I will be obeyed. Iplace my knife where I stopped cutting yesterday. “Strip now, or I will cut this completely open and you will be left with no clothing as you wander the camp. And as you keep me company.”
She quickly pulls the tunic off and holds it in front of her, concealing what is mine. I tear the tunic from her hands and throw it on the floor.
She’s vekking beautiful, and yet I’ve never noticed this until now. I’ve seen her cunt and ass, and sucked on her teats, but seeing her fully naked like this arouses me instantly.
My cock presses against my loin cloth, pushing it upwards. I untie the strap until the leather falls away. Paloma’s eyes follow my movement as I run my hand over my fully engorged cock.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” Her voice shakes.
“Why do you keep reminding me? I have an excellent memory.”
“Why am I naked?” she asks.
“Because I wish it.”
“And you’re the king here, so people do whatever you say?”
“A grak is more than a king. A grak is all-powerful, but he fights alongside his warriors. He will never ask another to do what he himself won’t. I am a warrior first, grak second, and a mate third.”
“I’m not your mate.”
My growl echoes through my chamber, making my female jump, but then she recovers herself and holds her head high and proud. She has a resilience that is so very orc, but still she does not concede that she belongs to me.
“When will you understand you are with orcs now, not humans?”
“I won’t be here long.”
“Get on the bed, mate.”
“Why?” she asks, lifting her chin higher.
