Or she wouldn’t. Maybe the call would be just as strong for her. Maybe she’d greet me with open arms and spread her legs for me. Let me worship her cunt and lock her thighs around my head as she screamed. What I wouldn’t give to hike up that ridiculous nightgown and bend her over the nearest surface. Just like she said. My little lamb would be loud. I could sense it. She’d moan for my cock and whimper against me as I took her deep. Blood rushed to my cock as I imagined her bent over the coffee table. I groaned and dragged my hand down its length, giving into the fantasy. Biting back a growl, I pumped faster, picturing my mate’s body pinned underneath me. Her lips parted on a gasp, leaving an opening to taste her, and I’d never deny myself that pleasure. I needed her taste on my tongue more than I needed air in my lungs.
The ship rocked on a wave and my mind turned it into my lamb, flipping us over. Riding me and taking what she wanted. I’d lick my way up her breasts before nibbling on her collarbone. Begging her to use me the way she liked. Demanding she tell me just what to do so I’d have her coming around my cock. I panted and worked myself faster. Dreaming of spilling inside her hot cunt, then laying in the afterglow with her in my arms. We’d spend the rest of the day on a rowboat, gliding aimlessly through the bayou. Chatting about nothing and everything until we stopping on a grassy knoll surrounded by wildflowers, tore our clothes off and fucked again. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I chased the image with my own orgasm.Soon. I snatched a cloth from the dresser and fisted it around my cock. Spilling my release on the promise of making that dream a reality. It didn’t matter if she was human or werewolf. I’d make her see just how right I was for her.
“BARAKU!” The captain’s scream brought me back to reality. I sighed and cleaned myself off before heading out to the main hallway of the forecastle. Our ship’s captain, Usha, appeared to be in another one of her fits. Several of my crew members snickered as the enraged woman pounded on the door of another one of the private rooms.
With our co-captain Cinnamon gone to live on her farm, Usha was the only human left on the ship. Yet she possessed a fighting demeanor that left her more than capable of herding around a full crew of demons. That, and a vicious right hook. The last fool that tried his luck with her patience nursed a black eye for a week.
Feathers were tangled throughout her dark red mane, courtesy of the terrified chicken she held in one arm. “BARAKU OPEN THIS DOOR! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP STEALING ANIMALS?”
Loud shuffling, followed by a baa noise, sounded off behind the door. “There are no animals in here!”
“DON’T LIE TO ME, BARAKU!” She screamed again.
“These accusations are false. I stole no goats!”
Usha roared in anger and threw the chicken in my arms. “Hold this.” she snapped. Usha backed up from the door before shimming up her long skirts. Then, with a snarl, she kicked the door open. There, standing hunched over three pygmy goats, was the orc in question. His dark reddish-purple skin was littered with minor scratches and his long, dark hair held even more feathers than Usha’s. A small white kitten batted at the ruby dangles of his earrings. Piles of hay littered the floor, along with at least ten different animals. How Baraku managed to smuggle all of them in here without notice was beyond me. Though when it came to his obsession with small creatures, anything was possible.
A goose honked, then ran past the seething captain and darted up the stairs to freedom. Baraku hunched closer around the pygmy goats. “This…this isn’t what it looks like!”
Growling low, Usha buried her face in her hands. “I agreed to let you haveonepet on the ship. Why do I see twelve?”
“They needed a home!”
The captain’s hands clenched in front of her in a strangling motion. “Did they need a home, or did you kidnap them from a farm?”
Baraku’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He glanced at me, eyes pleading, but I shook my head. Even for him, this was excessive.
“Pick one.” Usha demanded.
The orc fidgeted and looked around at his collection. “I can’t just pick one.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “You can pick one, or I call Kiki and let her pick one too.”
Baraku gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
Usha brought a hand to the side of her mouth and let out a long whooping noise. Baraku panicked and frantically gathered up creatures in his arms. The telltale sound of paws thudded above deck, making their way to the staircase.
“Wait, we can sort this out!” He pleaded. The crew and I backed against the walls of the hallway as Kiki, Usha’s pet hyena, looped her way down the steps. Upon seeing the menagerie of prey, the beast licked her chops and ran forward. Baraku screeched and held up the small kitten. “Rebekah! I pick Rebekah, call her off!”
Usha held up a hand, and Kiki skittered to a halt at her side. “Return the rest of the animals, or we eat them. Apologize to the farmers while you’re at it. They’re already having a hard enough time adjusting to our presence without adding thievery on top of it.”
Chest heaving, Baraku slumped to the floor, cradling his new kitten. The tiny creature paid no mind to the stress of her master and resumed swatting at his earrings.
“I need a drink.” Usha said, leaving Baraku to sort out his mess.
I released the scared chicken and followed her upstairs. “You know it’s barely morning, right?”
She waved me off and made a beeline for the barrels of mead stashed in the captain’s quarters and filled up a jug. “I’ll remember to be properly scandalized when it’s not the ass crack of dawn.” Usha poured us both a glass and sank into the plush leather chair behind her desk. With a shrug, I took a seat on the couch and drank. Gods knew I needed it. “So,” she began, swirling her glass. “I hear congratulations are in order. You imprinted right?”
I downed the glass without a word.
“Damn, that bad? What did she do, kick you in the nuts?”
“Worse.” I muttered. “She spilled a love potion on me and now doesn’t believe I’ve actually imprinted.”
Usha poured me another drink. “How do you know if you did? Seems like an awfully big coincidence to imprint the same time you get smacked with a love spell.”
“Not you too.” I groaned.
