Page 20 of Shared By Two Orcs

“Well actually,” quips Duma. “The both of us like you too and want you more than anything… So, we have a proposal.”

“What might that be?” I ask, unsure of where this is going.

“Duma and I are willing to share you if you’d be interested in entering that type of relationship,” states Yamarz.

Share me?I think to myself in bewilderment.

“How would that work? Do you mean like a three way date?” I ask.

“Fuck no,” says Duma. “We mean just organizing different days where we take turns seeing you. That way, I don’t interfere with Yamarz’ interest, and he doesn’t fiddle around with mine.”

“Look,” continues Yamarz. “Each of us are interested in seeing you, but we can’t stop your feelings from taking their natural course. You obviously like us both but we want nothing to do with each other. This is the only solution we can think of where everyone gets what they want, so what do you say?”

I glance between them, caught completely off my guard by their offer. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, that they somehow figured this out between themselves. Yet I can’t deny I want them both. A smile etches across my face, their offer too good to refuse.

“Why not,” I reply. “Let’s do it.”

11

WILLO

Seven.

It’s been seven days since I met both Yamarz and Duma. It has felt like so much longer over the last week as I’ve spent time with them, though.

Even though Yamarz hasn’t returned to my section of the mines, which I am equal parts relieved and disappointed at, my time has been filled with both the guys.

Even now, as I walk home from the mines, I see a familiar pair of yellow eyes watching me from just off the pathway. A grin plays along his lips and my heart leaps as I grow near.

“You’re late,” he snaps at me, the air between us immediately tense, and I love the way that the heat coils in my stomach.

I spin, planting a hand against his chest and leaning into him. “What are you going to do about it?” I quirk an eyebrow, even as my heartrate kicks up. “Punish me for it?”

Yamarz chuckles deeply, humorlessly, and I feel it vibrate through my hand up through my body. Leaning forward, his chipped right tusk brushes against my jaw and his lips rest against the shell of my ear.

It’s not fair how wet I am from the simple motion.

“We both know you’d enjoy that too much.”

I lick my lips, my mind going fuzzy with him pressed so close to me. “No I wouldn’t.”

His deep chuckle rumbles through the little bit of air separating us. “Oh, Willo, I’m not falling for that. You keep lying to me, and you’re going to make this even pretty miserable for you.”

I huff, pushing off his chest as I put distance between us. I know that Yamarz likes seeing me worked up, and the evidence is clear on his face as his eyes rake up my flushed neck and face as his smirk grows wider.

I turn, strutting toward my house, but I know he’s right behind me. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease me all afternoon until Duma’s shift ends and he passes me off without complaint.

Though I see the burning desire in his eyes as he does so and a small part of me wishes he would stay. With each passing day, it grows.

Five.

Five days ago, they both started courting me. I can’t say I don’t love the attention, the way that they both watch me and take turns caring for me. I’m not even sure when or how they coordinate, but they both know when I am free and when to pass me off.

It’s both nice to have time alone with each of them and a little sad when I have to let go of one or the other.

Every morning, I get up to Duma waiting for me. I eat my breakfast with him and then see Yamarz briefly between his shift in the mines and mine. On my way home, Yamarz walks with me and for the few hours before Duma’s guard rotation is over, we spend the afternoon together. But once the sun sets, Duma comes and when it gets late he leaves, too.

Neither of them stay with me, no matter how much I want them to.

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