Page 47 of My Orc Billionaire
I’m not sure what it was, but it hadn’t been just about sexual satisfaction, had it?
Of course I’d noticed the times when Riven had frozen as I’d touched her. I remember being the same way after my scars—fuck, I wasstillthat way. But she’d kissed my ruined face, my ruined tusk, and told me I didn’t deserve to be in pain.
And then she’d been brave enough to show meherscars. To let me touch them. To let me worship them, the same as she’d done for me.
My little human was the strongest female I knew.
A human.
But last night—fuck me, alothappened last night, didn’t it? I snorted softly, ruffling Riven’s hair. Before…this, I’d learned a lot about Eastshore. About myself. Abouthumans. After last night, after seeing their easy acceptance, their welcomes, their greetings and laughter and teasing around my brothers… Humans didn’t seem so scary.
Is that what this was about?
It is.
Vengeance, Inc. The way I’d walled myself off for so long. My hatred. It was because I wasscaredof humans. Hells, I refused to call Riven by her name for the longest time because of that fear.
But now?
Unconsciously, I flexed my hips forward, my rigid cock sliding along the cleft of her ass. No, this wasn’t fear. MyKteerbegan to growl.
This was something else.
In my arms, Riven huffed what might have been laughter. “Good morning. I see you haveplansfor the day.”
How long had she been awake? I’d been…distracted.
Making my voice stern, I squeezed her tit and rumbled, “Ididhave plans for the day. I’m considering canceling them all to deal with something more important.”
“More important, hmm?” She was smiling when she wriggled in my arms and rolled over. “Anything I should know about?”
“Yes.” Pushing myself up on my elbow, I pretended to scowl down at her. “Disciplinary action against my favorite employee. She’s late for work.”
Riven slapped her palm against her chest. “Ohno! I’m always such a good girl! I got my boss’s permission and everything!” There was a teasing light in her green eyes. “Punishment? Like abad girl?”
“Averybad girl,” I growled, and when I loomed over her, Riven laughed outright and opened her legs to me.
But I wasn’t going to fuck her yet. I’d learned all sorts of things about human females last night. For instance, did you know they have this little bud right above their pussies? Riven said it was called a clitoris, but all I knew was that it drove her absolutely mad when I sucked lightly on it.
This morning, she tasted ofme, and I made her scream my name twice before I carried her into my huge bathroom for a soak in the jacuzzi tub…where she climbed on top of me again and came twice more before I allowed myself to release.
“Mmmm,” she purred happily as I bundled her into a heavy towel. “Being a bad girl has its benefits. I need a nap.”
“Then take one.” I dropped a kiss to her brow as I laid her back on the bed. “I’ll go make us some breakfast?—”
Riven—still wrapped up like a burrito—sat straight up. “Let you go banging about in my kitchen without me? Screw that. Get me out of here, I don’t trust you not to use metal spatulas on those new nonstick pans.”
When I began to laugh, she—now free of the confining terrycloth—smacked me.
Laughter. When was the last time I’d laughed? I wasn’t even sure.
A half hour later, I found myself inherkitchen, leaning against the counter as I thoughtfully watchedher blend smoothies as the cream cheese roll-ups fried in one of the new pans. My phone vibrated in the pocket of my sweatpants, and I pulled it out to see an email from Sylvik asking a question about yesterday’s reports.
On a whim, I texted him:Take the day off. I think I’m going to chill here, we can discuss the numbers tomorrow.
Almost immediately, my phone began to ring with his number, and I was grinning when I jabbed theanswerbutton. “Good morning, Sylvik,” I said, knowing it was early enough out there that he would’ve just been settling into his office. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you more warning so you could sleep in.”
“Abydos! What’s wrong? Have you been kidnapped? If you’re being held hostage, tell me you’re craving pineapple, and I’ll call in SWAT Team Six!”
