Page 4 of Orc's Claim
“Come closer female. Talking is not easy at this distance.”
“Talk? With me? About what?” I’m too curious for my own good.
He splashes water over those glorious washboard abs, washing off the dirt and blood from his takedown of the yenga. “Anything you’d like. Are you mated, female?”
I shake my head, fool that I am. Shouldn’t I make him think I’m married, that if he touches me, someone will seek revenge?
His hand glides up and down his cock, washing the thick, ridged, and exceedingly long shaft as if I’m not here, staring athim. My core clenches and yet I cannot turn away, fascinated by the show he’s putting on for me.
I should fear him and his brazenness, but I don’t.
Why? Because this orc sees me as little?
No, I’m not that insecure.
Despite all his flirting and propositioning, he hasn’t mocked or threatened me. Not once.
Abandoning my caution along with any remaining good sense, I edge my way to him, shielding my eyes with my hand so I don’t stare where I shouldn’t.
I’ve stared enough. Not really, but I need to set some limits here.
“Do not block your vision out here,” he snaps at me, the sudden harshness in his voice startling me. “There are too many predators. You should remain alert at all times.”
“But you’re naked,” I rebut in the wake of a reprimand that’s meant to keep me alive.
“And still quite deadly. Remove your hand and look me in the eye if you don’t wish to see my cock.”
Oh, I’d love to continue staring at all of him, but it’s not proper.
I lower my hand and look him straight in his eyes. They’re dark green with flecks of light green, softening his otherwise hard edges. Utterly gorgeous, like the rest of him.
Those intense eyes follow my every move. How I step from between the trees, even how I lift my hand to push hair behind my ear. It’s as if he’s studying me, as one would prey.
A shiver travels through me, but I keep walking toward him.
“You have courage, female, but you must hide your fear near the enemy.”
That breaks the spell that’s kept me walking up to the shore line, within his reach. I could run, probably should, but he’d catch me. Unlike me, he’s in top shape, with much longer legs.
“Am I your enemy?” I ask, not sure what to make of this male. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known.
He swallows back a comment, the muscles of that thickly corded throat mesmerizing me as he wades towards me and stops inches from the water’s edge where I’m standing.
Inchesfrom me.
I could reach out and touch him so easily. Run my hand down those glorious muscles, even stroke his?—
Don’t do it. Don’t reach out. Don’t touch any part of him!
Do it. Do it.
Don’t!
Damn, I hate being indecisive.
“Why doesn’t it bother you to be seen naked by someone you don’t know? Especially a woman?” I ask instead, stalling.
“There is no better way to show a female who I am. Does my form please you?”
