Page 16 of Shared By Two Orcs

“Sorry!” I yelp, stepping out of the pathway, and with my eyes off the orc, my mind starts to come back to me.

I spin around, spotting Jinnow just up the road. She quirks an eyebrow and I know that she expects me to catch up with her, but my body is aching to see why the orc called me. I know he’s shifted closer to me, the heat coming off his body pulling me in.

So I wave to Jinnow, hoping that’s enough as I spin around. “Yamarz, isn’t it?”

A satisfied smirk pulls at his lips, and I want to sigh as I take him in again. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in the light of the setting sun, not in the dimness of the mines.

He’s even more gorgeous up here, the scar on his cheek more pronounced and now I can see the peek of black tattoos creeping out of his shirt. The muscles beneath are well defined, straining beneath the material and making my fingers itch as I want to push his shirt up.

Gods, I bet he’s unbearably hot naked.

“You have enough respect to learn my name but not to follow the orders of your overseer?”

The tension in his voice makes the heat in my stomach coil tighter. It’s a challenge, and I take a step forward, leaning up to make up for the height difference. But at a foot and a half shorter, I don’t manage much.

“I expect my overseer to have more sense in him.”

His upper lip curls, and the anger on his face makes me even wetter. My heart is pounding as he leans closer, towering over me, and I refuse to take a step back.

“You think you know better than me then?”

His eyes dart down to my mouth and back up, and I feel emboldened by the electricity crackling between us. Every inch of my skin feels sensitive, and I want him to grab me, to take control of me. He’s so massive that I can’t imagine he’d be a let down in the bedroom.

I press my palms to his chest, sliding them up slowly. “I know I do,” I snip.

It seems to be enough to break through his self restraint, and excitement hums through me as his large hand grips my waist, spinning me around so that my back slams into the wall of the building that was behind him.

He’s taken away almost all the space between us now, my palms still rest on his collarbones with his hand on my hip possessively and the other pressed against the wall above my head. Unconsciously, I arch my back, wanting to press myself into him.

Yamarz leans his head down until all I can focus on is his lips, his tongue peeking out to swipe along the bottom one and drawing another heat of fire through my middle. “In this camp there are consequences for such misbehavior.”

My chest is heaving, and I know from the way his gaze drops that he’s noticed. But I still force out a snarky response, the tension so thick I feel nearly suffocated. “I’d love to see you try and tame me.”

He snorts. “You’re a brat.” His body shifts ever closer, and I have never wanted to rip someone’s clothes off more. This is something beyond anything I’ve experienced, this primal urge that I feel with him.

“And you’re an ass.”

“Gods,” he growls. “Do you ever shut up?”

My hands fist the material of his shirt. “Nope.” I pop the ‘p’ as I cock my head. “Part of being a brat.”

“It’s about time someone’s made you, then.”

I gasp as his hand tightens against my hip, his body pressing flush against mine and pinning me against the building. His mouth covers mine in a bruising kiss that pulls a moan from deep in my throat.

I thought that giving into this would bring relief, but I am only filled with the need for more. His kiss, his taste, has wiped everything from my brain until all I can think of is getting more of him.

My hands slide up and over his shoulders, digging in as I pull him closer. His tongue swipes out, pressing at the seam of my lips and I let him in. His grip on me tightens as his other hand moves from the wall to cup the back of my head and tilt me back for better access.

Just as I go to pull at his shirt, forgetting entirely that I can’t fuck on the pathway to the mines or that I am even here in the first place, I hear something that sends ice through my veins.

“Willo?”

Another deep voice, the timber entirely different from the orc I am kissing, and panic surges in me. My eyes fly open as my palms slam against Yamarz’s chest, and he’s so caught off guard, he actually stumbles back on step, his hand leaving my hip to slam into the building before he’s thrown too far off balance.

I’ve never been one to feel guilty, but this emotion does burn a little as I turn to meet a pair of soft brown eyes. Duma’s eyes dance between me and Yamarz, clear confusion and hurt written on his face, and I’m not sure what to say.

So, like always, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind without thinking it through. “That–” I gesture between Yamarz and I. “Was nothing.”

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