Page 3 of Orc's Claim
He stands at the edge of the water, remaining within reach of his weapons, and washes the blood from his hands. I’ve never spied on anyone before, but damn, I can’t take my eyes off this male. Especially as he scoops a handful of water and scrubs his face. Water runs down his beautifully sculpted chest. His hand follows. Slowly. Going lower, and lower, stopping just below his abs.
Is he baiting me?
No, I’m being paranoid. As usual.
I should leave instead of tempting fate. But damn, with his muscles flexing as he bends in the water… My, oh, my, I cannot look away. I’m a peeping Lily and I don’t have one ounce of remorse. The male has the physique of a god.
Better. He’s not some stone statue. He’s here, in the flesh, sporting beautiful biceps, sublimely cut chest muscles, and ripped abs that lead to that ever-enticing V, the proverbial arrow pointing to a prize some lucky woman will have one day.
Does he already have a girl?
What the hell am I thinking? Humans and orcs can’t be together, notthatway.
Can we?
I mean, except for those tusks, he’s human enough. Despite what the idiots of my colony say, orcs are intelligent beings, not animals.
“How long do you plan to watch me before joining me?” the orc asks in English.
My mouth drops open. I’m too stunned to speak. Or move.
“Very well, female. If you will not join me, then I will continue without you.”
“Continue?” I mumble.
“Stripping,” his voice booms.
He’s not going to strip all the way, is he? All he has left is his loin cloth.
Before I can turn my back to give him privacy, he unknots the loin cloth and tosses it beside the weapons. The leather swatch falls with a soft thud against the dirt.
And I can’t stop myself from looking.
He’shuge. His dick is long, thick, and yet beautiful at the same time. And I’m staring at him!
“Do you like what you see, female?”
My cheeks flame. I’m at a loss for words. I’ve never been in this position and yet I can think of several positions I’d enjoy with him.
OMG, where is my mind today?
“I have time before I must return to my people,” he adds.
“Time for what?” I ask, ready to kick myself when I realize he’s propositioning me.
“Whatever you’d like, little human.”
I turn around, wondering if he’s talking to someone else because I’m not little. My eyes roam his massive body. Sure, I’m little compared to him, but it’s not a word I’m used to hearing when describing me.
He walks deeper into the river, his dick swinging like a pendulum supported by two hefty counterweights. Forget hung like a horse. That expression needs to be updated to hung like an orc!
When he’s waist high in the water, he stops and places his hands on his hips, keeping my attention on that dick bobbing on the water. OMG, I don’t think it’s bobbing but standing up on its own!
“I will not harm you. You can approach me.” His tone is gentle, as if I’m a wounded deer he expects to flee at any moment. Not that Kovos has deer.
No, Kovos has humans, which includes skittish women like me who get themselves into bad situations they can’t handle. Like this one. This male clearly has experience, more than me, as well as the physique to wrestle and kill a yenga.
“Here is fine,” I call back.
