Page 10 of Alpha-hole Orc

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the throb there. It only makes it worse. I want him. I need him. This craving for Viktoor is like a sickness in my blood, and only he can make me well again.

If he even wants me anymore after the way I left. My fingers curl into the sheets. What if he’s done with me? What if I’m not enough to satisfy an alpha male orc like Viktoor Blukan?

No. I shake my head against the pillow. He cares for me; I know he does. The way he looked at me, touched me, reverently whispered my name.

My phone buzzes, and for a wild moment I think it might be him. But the message is from Lisa, asking if I want to meet for lunch.

I sigh, typing a quick no. As much as I’d love the distraction of her company, it wouldn’t do any good. My thoughts would still be consumed by Viktoor.

Resigning myself to another day of longing, I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water does little to ease the tension in my body, and my hands keep wandering to the ache between my legs, desperate for relief.

After dressing in a simple sundress, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Coffee. I need coffee. Maybe that will dull the sharp edge of want, if only for a little while.

The rich aroma fills my senses, but does nothing to distract from the memories playing through my mind. Viktoor’s hands on my body, his mouth devouring mine, the feel of him thrusting inside me as I cried out his name.

A soft moan escapes my lips, and I grip the edge of the counter until my knuckles turn white. I can’t go on like this, mind and body consumed by a craving I have no way to satisfy. Fucking orc magic!

I stare out the kitchen window at the sunny streets below, wondering if Viktoor is out there somewhere. If he’s thinking of me too, aching to come back and claim what is his.

Or if I’m already forgotten.

The thought cuts like a knife, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the sting of tears.

The doorbell startles me out of my brooding thoughts. I glance at the clock, surprised to see it’s already past noon. Only one person would show up unannounced at this hour.

I hurry to answer the door, and sure enough, Lisa stands on the front step. She takes one look at my disheveled state and frowns. “Still moping over that asshole orc, huh?”

“It’s not that simple,” I mumble. Lisa has been my rock through every heartbreak and crisis, and right now I need her more than ever.

Lisa reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “Bria, you know I love you, but this guy sounds like nothing but trouble.”

I give her a wry smile. “You’re probably right. But you didn’t see the way he looked at me, Lis.”

Lisa sighs, clearly unconvinced but knowing better than to argue. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt even more.”

“I will,” I assure her, not believing a word I say.

I throw myself into my work, hoping it will distract me from thoughts of Viktoor. But the ache inside only seems to grow sharper with each passing moment.

By midnight, I’m pacing the floor of my apartment, restless and irritated. I crave the oblivion of sleep but know it will only bring dreams of emerald skin and golden eyes.

With a growl of frustration, I grab my keys and head out into the night. The streets of the city are empty at this late hour, filled only with the orange glow of streetlights. I walk without aim or purpose, my steps echoing on the sidewalk.

After a while, my aimless wandering brings me to the park near my building. An old wooden bench sits under the branches of an oak tree, shrouded in shadows. I sink onto the bench with a sigh, tilting my head back to gaze up at the stars. They seem cold and distant, pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. Much like the light in Viktoor’s eyes when last I saw him.

I wrap my arms around myself, shivering. The ache inside has sharpened into a physical pain, as if my heart has been torn from my chest. In that moment, I know the truth: Viktoor Blukan has ruined me for any other.

* * *

The following day, a knock rattles my office door, startling me from the paperwork strewn across my desk.

My heart leaps as I open the door to find Viktoor looming in the doorway, emerald skin glowing under the hallway lights, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

A smirk spreads across his cut cheekbones. “Miss me?” Fuck, I missed his voice!

The familiar arrogance in his tone makes my core clench with need. “What are you doing here?” I breathe, pulse racing, not sure I dare hope.

“I wanted to see my favorite human.” He prowls into my office, the door clicking shut behind him. The small room seems to shrink around his powerful frame.

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